I now work closer to the foot hills. During my long ride to work this week I was in the process of listening to the radio (in my own world of thoughts), When I spotted them, two hot air balloons just above the horizon. This was even more cool when you understand that when I go to work it is dark and every time they would hit the gas to get more hot air the balloon would light up. Wow I enjoyed it so much that I pulled my car over to the side of the road and stopped to watch for several minutes. As I was watching the two of them float higher and higher it made me think of several things. First would I ever want to go up in a hot air balloon? To answer this I need to express my dislike and distrust for wicker. This includes but is not limited to baskets, furniture and other products made of flimsy and unstable sticks. Second in my head I think what happens if their is a problem and the balloon begins to come down. What could someone do? We seen pilots bring in big 747's by gliding it to the ground but in my 38 years of life have never been told by anyone about a balloon pilot bringing in a deflated hot air balloon to the ground safely. So would I ever go up in one....? NO, NOT NOW, NOT EVER!!
Now the part that I wanted to post about. As the two balloons were floating up I started thinking about the adoption process, not everyone's but my experiences with adoption. We started this process and I was so sure that we would adopt so quick that I was worried about not being ready. This was a joke we have not been waiting long but after spending more than 15 years with my wife wanting children of our own to hurry up to get paper work in and then just wait is hard to do. So like someone that wants to be a hot air balloon pilot I need to assemble my balloon and all of its parts. I am going to relate this to me I am like a hot air balloon (no we are not discussing size, or the fact that I am full of hot air) I need things to do what I was designed to do. So the pilot need to assemble part, he would need a balloon, ropes, a basket, sand bags, support staff, fuel, a flame, communication tools and best yet tools. So lets say that I am the balloon, I will need ropes, who or what would that be? The ropes would be my family the people in my life that can help keep me grounded and safe when strong winds are blowing. Next I would need a basket to hold the pilot, tools, passengers and anything else that might be needed for the fight. For me the basket is my wife, she seems to always be able to hold everything together like keeping the balloon, ropes, fuel, people, and everything else working together for one common cause. Next sand bags to keep the basket level and going in the correct direction, I think that the sand bags are Kelly our adoption case worker, the FSA group that we are a part of and everyone else that is working in the back ground to keep everything moving. Next the fuel, this is very important and that is the birth parents, they will make a hard decision but a very important one to get me in the air. They are going to share a major part of their lives with me and get me up and going to get to my potential. Last for me the flame that lights the fuel that makes this all happen. The flame for me is the knowledge that my Heavenly Father loves me and has made a plan that will allow me to reach for the sky and be who he knows me to be. He loves me and wants me to have all that I can. So he inspired the plan of adoption, a way for people like me to have a family. So I have the balloon, the basket, ropes, a flame, sand bags, but I am missing the fuel.
As I put this all down I know that it is a little on the silly side but when I was thinking about this it seemed to relate to my feelings at the moment. So I feel very open to put down that I am grateful for all that I have and want to thank everyone for all that they do for me. Please keep up the good work and help us find the fuel (the birth parents).
