This information I brought to Anthony as further proof that it wasn't for us. He (to my annoyance) stood firm. We decided to take a month to pray individually, and come back together to discuss what we felt the Lord encouraging us to do. I did the mature thing, and prayed diligently that God would change Anthony's mind. And naturally, God changed mine.
Here's something I've been learning about Korean culture: the values of their social system are deeply rooted in their parentage. When I lived there for a month, the first question asked of me was always, "What do your parents do?" Because of this, the idea that you would bring into your family a child whose parents are not only unsuitable, but unknown, is taboo. So even though the country was creating lots of incentives and opportunity for domestic adoption, there was no notable increase.
I began to see changes on the forums. Children were available and the timelines were shorter than they had ever been. South Korea has the strictest requirements for adoptive parents of any country...and not only did we meet them ALL, we happen to be their most preferred candidates.
We were a family with a parent of Korean heritage where practicing the language and culture was still part of our life. This child would have a parent who shared their cultural identity; who not only knows and celebrates their native culture and tongue, but understands and has experienced discrimination. And most of all, God showed me how special my husband was. How despite all his cultural upbringing, expectations, and even potential backlash, he still wanted to adopt.