ANOTHER ADOPTION?

A number of people asked us when we committed to coming to Ethiopia for the year, "how many children will you come home with?" Actually, you can't just take them, folks, you have to ADOPT them, but kidding aside, the question has certainly been our minds. Lately we have felt more peace about at least starting our paperwork and seeing how God leads. We have met so many beautiful children here, some with their own families and some who are full orphans. Funny, we thought that living here would allow us to meet and spend time with many children and simply "fall in love" with ONE particular child. God hasn't worked that way so far, so we continue to wait. We meet a child who is presented as a full orphan, we ask some questions, we take a photo, we talk amongst ourselves, we find out more, and so far, either because the child seemed to be settled in her environment or because the age didn't seem right or for whatever reason, we haven't decided, "this is the one!" We have discussed adopting a little girl, somewhere between the age of 4 and 10. Oh my goodness, do these little angels tug on your heart when you see them walk by and hold out their little hands with a beaming smile! Of course we know, as adoptive parents of Nati, that there is much behind that cute smile and it is a really big decision. So we wait. But last night, Curtis had a WHOPPER of a Malaria Dream. We call them Malaria Dreams because the meds we take for Malaria prevention are supposed to have wierd dreams or nightmares as a side-effect and especially the oldest 3 of our family members have had some really crazy ones so far this year. Well last night, Curtis' definitely took the blue ribbon.
He said we were walking along near the bus station in Mekelle as a family when we realized that at the bus station, they had lined up all the full orphans together in one big gathering and there we were, with them, in the street. We began to discuss, "how will we decide? Which one is to be our daughter?" Then I apparently handled it by holding up a sandwich. I announced, "I have here a tomato, onion, lettuce, mustard sandwich! Does anyone like this kind of sandwich?" Then apparently one little girl about 7 years old stepped forward and said, "I do!" Then we all agreed this MUST be our next daughter!
Don't mean to make light of the decision, as we believe God is the One who will direct us and the future of our family, but I did think this was a pretty hysterical dream. We pray God will make things as clear as lightning, or even as clear as a mustard sandwich, as to whether or not our family will expand!