Almost every day, I am reminded that God doesn't make mistakes.

The prophet Isaiah once wrote, "For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts."

When we first decided to adopt, we weren't trying to complete our family or add something we were missing. Adoption felt like a type of ministry. We thought we were supposed to be helping a child who didn't have a family.

The decision to adopt a little boy from Ethiopia wasn't made lightly.

I think "How did you choose to adopt from Ethiopia?" is an obvious question. One question that isn't as obvious, but just as frequent is, "Why would you bring a black child into a white family?"

I guess our white family never really worried about what color skin the kid had who we would adopt.

If you don't have a faith background, the only way to explain it is that it just felt right. If you do have a faith background, you understand that we really felt like it was something God was orchestrating.

It isn't something we would have dreamed up on our own.

One big concern we had was that Dawit would stand out and be uncomfortable. Thankfully, Dawit never feels uncomfortable. He loves everyone.

But since we moved to Shawnee, Dawit has done anything but stand out. We never tried to do it, but we brought Dawit into a situation where several of his friends are just like him. They aren't from Ethiopia, but he has two friends in our neighborhood who are black and being raised by white families. Not only does Dawit not feel like a minority, his black friends are being raised in a way that is very similar to him.

Once again, this wasn't the result of great planning on our part. Just like the entire process that brought him to us, things keep falling into place that convince us he was just the right piece to finish our family's puzzle.

Even this week when we went to Branson, Dawit found a friend at the pool where we were staying whose family was white. They were from Houston. We were from Oklahoma. The boys met and became friends at a pool in Missouri. It's hard to see that as mere consequence.

The process we followed in adopting Dawit taught us a lot. It changed our faith.

Every day when things happen that I don't understand, I hear those words from Isaiah and I'm thankful that God's ways are not my ways.

I wish I was able to think his thoughts and follow his ways more directly. In my life, times are always better when my ways are closer to God's.