A Special Name

It always amazes me how much difference a day can make.  Last night, I blogged about the fact that after July 11th this year, Tofer and I would no longer accept adoption profiles.  As I typed my thoughts, I was not at peace, in fact, I was quite scared.  One of the things I blogged about was the name I had chosen for my daughter when I was younger.  What I did not share, for reasons I'd rather not explain, was what I wanted to name my son.  Now, I feel I need to share it.  Prior to meeting Kristofer, I always thought I'd name my son after my grandfather, Joseph Carlton Ford, who was called JC.  I wanted to honor his memory in some way, and felt that when I had a son, his name would contain the name Joseph, Carlton, or both.  Bear with me, this will all make sense in a few...

So, this morning, I woke up and checked my email.  Our social worker, Renee, had emailed us 2 profiles for 2 children.  Both were boys.  One was 9 years old, the other is 5 years old....his name?  JC

I don't think this was a coincidence.  I also am not saying that this is a sign that this child is going to be our child.  What I do believe is this is God's way of reminding me He is still very active in my hopes and dreams.  I also think He is reminding me that no matter what happens, He is in control. 

After discussing JC's profile, Kristofer and I decided that we wanted to have our family profile submitted for consideration for JC.  We'll see what will happen.  Thankfully, I know who is in control.