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His name (and a picture too)!

A little over a year ago, I wrote a post called "Her name (and a picture too)!"  If someone would have told me that I would be writing a similar post in a year, I would have laughed at them.  It is all too fitting that my morning devotional started with the She Reads Truth Bible Study: Women in the Bible and I read about Sarah.  Oh, how we all often laugh in disbelief at God's promises.

It took us a while to figure out a name for our little guy.  Here we had pictures, videos and the certainty that God was calling us to adopt him, but we had no name. No idea of a name.  He was born right around the Feast of Pope St. John Paul.  A great man, and amazing saint.  But, everyone has a John Paul and as much as I love the saint, I was not too thrilled about naming one of my children after him (it is a character flaw, I rarely like to do what "everyone else is doing").  He was found on the Feat of All Saints (November 1st), an incredible feast day and one of our signs that God was saying yes, he is your son, but it does not really help in the naming process when it opens you up to the whole Communion of Saints! So, we procrastinated and just called him "little boy" for a while.

We had settled on a middle name fairly easily.  Joseph.  My mom had mentioned it in a phone conversation.  It is a family name.  My grandfather was a Joseph, and it is my father's and Pete's middle names.  But a first name eluded us. So I do what I do best, I pulled out a boy's saint name book and started calling out names one Saturday afternoon.  I read name after name and we would pause at a few.  We got to Thomas.  Pete, claimed his love for the name.  I wanted a biblical name, so it fit what I was looking for.  Plus, Thomas the Apostle and Thomas Beckett, two great Saints, were martyrs, so it would match Felicity's name.  I immediately identified with Thomas' doubt and through this adoption discernment, I doubted, but God was calling me to complete trust.  And then I turned to the page Thomas was on to look up the meaning of the name (I am really big into meanings).  It means  . . .

Twin

 . . . and I laughed!

At that moment I knew that he was meant to be a Thomas and he was meant to be ours.  He was meant to be Felicity's brother . . . because, so often, I said "it will be like having twins."  And I wanted twins.  Ever since a friend mentioned these twins at an orphanage in Papua New Guinea years ago.  Many of you may remember I wanted to adopt precious boy twins that were cared for by Little Flower Projects.  I prayed to adopt twins.

And a few days before we found his name, I was talking to a good friend. She said, "Well, Katie, you always wanted twins.  This is God's way of giving them to you."

So, yes Thomas Joseph is so fitting for our son.  Felicity's "twin".

We are beyond excited to bring him home.

May I introduce you to, Thomas Joseph . . .


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  1. A wonderful name for a wonderful little boy. I hope all your endeavors to bring him home go smoothly.

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  2. Just catching up on your blog and I didn't realize you were adopting again! So exciting!
    His sweet little face is so precious and I love his name - our littlest is Thomas James and we have a Joseph too :)

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