For Christmas I got this necklace as a gift from my parents. I have worn it everyday since and I'm sure you can see why.

A few weeks ago, one of the Gr. 1 students I work with asked me why I was wearing it. This boy is especially curious. I told him the gr. 1 version of what this necklace meant to me. He had a couple of questions, but the conversation didn't go far.
Yesterday though, we had this conversation...
Student (in his little German accent): Mrs. Klassen, how many days until you get your baby?
Me: I'm not sure.
S: Well, do you have a dad? And a mom?
M: Yes
S: Maybe you should ask them?
M: They don't know either. Only God knows. (It's a Christian school so God is talked about freely)
S: Well, when my mom leaves my room, I open my window and I ask God things and he gives them to me.
M: So you think I should ask God how many days?
S: Yeah, maybe he'll tell you "one week"
*My heart was melting*
We actually had about a 10 minute conversation about adoption and our baby. He was so inquisitive and wanted to know things like...
- who would look after our baby? - because I obviously had to be at work (he suggested my dad)
- how many babies were there in Africa?
- how many babies were we going to bring home? (he thought maybe 100)
- what would happen to the other babies that we didn't bring home? (he was very sad to learn that some of them might grow up without a mom or dad)
I was so touched by our conversation and at the sincerity and innocence of it all. Children have an interesting perspective which is part of why I love my job so much. There was something about his matter-of-fact faith. Ask God...He'll answer. Why do our adult minds make that such a difficult thing? Why does doubt seem to creep in so easily?
So, do I dare ask God how many days until we meet our baby?
Maybe He'll tell me "one week".
Wouldn't that be amazing!