Windows or Doors?

I'm sure you've all heard the quote, "When God closes a door he opens a window."   It is sometimes hard for me to see the window past the door.  I often question if there is a window at all.

Recently, we definitely hit a door.  Right after my previous post, I received some news that we weren't expecting.  The "yes" we had gotten on the Ethiopia program turned into a "no."  It honestly felt like getting punched in the stomach.  We jumped whole heartedly into something expecting the best to only get the worst.

We spent the next couple of weeks processing and trying to figure out where we went wrong.  We felt so called to do something that was no longer an option.  Needless to say, we were extremely confused and didn't know what to do next.  We had gotten some information on a program called Domestic Cross Cultural adoption that we were researching and exploring.  In a nutshell it is a domestic adoption but the baby will be a different race than we are.  It works like most domestic adoptions in that the birth mother picks us and we will meet her at the hospital and bring the baby straight home from there.  The agency works with moms that don't have as big of a "pool" of adopting parents to choose from.  She said there is a big need for families that want to adopt African American or bi-racial kiddos.  Well we fit the bill so to speak.  We aren't doing what we originally thought, but we are still going to get to be parents again to a baby who needs us.  We are really excited to start a new process!

So, to answer my own question: window.  It's ALWAYS windows.