When things work out differently than planned

When applying to law/grad schools, Notre Dame topped the list. We loved BYU but missed the opportunities for growth that living outside Utah provided. What better way to be a religious minority than by attending a Catholic university? Add to that superior academics and you can see why we prayed like Moses to get in. I fervently believed that if I had enough faith, the Lord would make us Fighting Irish. However, the summer wore on and Bryce got a letter--he was wait listed. Decision time: Should we go to the University of Houston or wait and see about Notre Dame? We opted to move to Texas. In hindsight I know we were steered in that direction. How else could we have been in the right place at the right time to do the volunteer work that would lead us to fostering, and then adopting OUR KIDS, whom I know were meant to be with us? We wouldn't have this family, our family, any other way. Funny how things work out - - not always as planned but always for the best.