I breathed a quiet prayer. "Is she my little girl? God if she is ours, I'm willing. Is she?"
She was six years old. Older than we said we were interested in. But God wouldn't let us put her out of our minds.
We started our homestudy and got the paperwork moving. Claire's sweet smile was our motivation.
Then, when we finally reached the stage where we could ask our adoption agency to inquire about Claire's real name so that her adoption file could be located, we discovered the need for another miracle.
Claire had no adoption file.
Her SWI was convinced that she would not live. They didn't put her paperwork together. Once she did live, they were convinced that she was too old, too sick, too delayed to be adopted. She is "unadoptable" we were told. (Even though Claire is living at New Day Foster Home, the SWI is her guardian and controls all decisions pertaining to her life.)
Had they told us that another family was already in process of adopting her, we would have moved on to another of the hundreds of waiting kiddos. But the thought of her waiting, and waiting with out ever having the opportunity to be in a family was just not acceptable. We asked what we could do. We wrote a letter asking the director of the SWI to put her adoption file together and promising to adopt her if they did.
Then we waited.
When we finally got news, it wasn't good. The police officer who found her did not sign the abandonment papers. He could not be found. Without that signature, she could not be adopted.
We prayed. We asked everyone we knew to pray. We prayed some more.
After three weeks, we were informed that the paperwork was again "in process."
Not possible, but happening. She was supposed to die, but she didn't. She was unadoptable, but we are now officially matched with her as her family. Yes, miracles happen. I can't wait to see what comes next!