We (Beth and Mark) had three children and were starting to think about being empty nesters when we were led to adopt a son from China in 2009.  A year later, we were praying about adopting again, and considering if we were to adopt one or maybe two children.  We went on a weekend camping trip with friends to Assateague, Maryland, a place inhabited by wild horses.  When we arrived, a friend shared a book about adoption stories with Beth. The final chapter was about a couple who had adopted children from Haiti.  The woman plans to go to Haiti to adopt one boy, but in the process, she hears bad things about him. She changes plans and adopts two siblings instead.  Then, when she gets to Haiti to adopt the siblings, she meets the original boy who turns out to be the sweetest kid.  She brings home the children, but later returns to Haiti to adopt the original boy as well. In the end, the family grows by three. Beth shared the story with Mark. They wondered whether this was confirmation that we should adopt two more children for a total of three.  That night when everyone had gone to bed, Mark took a walk to the beach around 11:00.  While praying he decided to call a friend. He happened to be awake, and they talked about Mark’s prayers for guidance about the adoption decision.  His friend suggested asking God for a sign to confirm that they should adopt two more children.  After thinking about it and trying to decide what type of sign to ask for, Mark ended up with two options, asking to see a shooting star or horses on the beach. He decided to ask God for a shooting star.  As he stood there on the beach praying and looking up to the sky, the clouds started slowly rolling in.  After about an hour, the clouds had totally filled the sky, and the last hope of seeing a shooting star was gone. At about 1:00 in the morning, Mark headed back to the tent to go to sleep, figuring that there was no sign to be given that night.  As he was walking back to the tent, the campground was dead quiet; no one was up. He approached a little trail that led to the bathhouse and heard some noise.  Down the path came a wild horse, walking slowly. Another horse followed right behind him.  They walked slowly past Mark, only about 20-30 feet away. After a pause there was more noise and along came a third horse. Was this the sign? Between the three horses Mark saw and the adoption story with three children, we wondered whether God was confirming where we were already leaning in our decision to adopt two children.  We did move forward and adopted two children in 2012, a total of three adopted.  The third and youngest child is named Josiah.  Within a few years he was diagnosed as having an intellectual disability. In 2016, Beth saw a video about a coffee shop that hired adults with intellectual and developmental disabilities. We thought it was a great idea for someone else to do. A few years later, with Josiah nearing graduation, the video came to mind, and we started thinking about how that would be a perfect fit for Josiah and match his love for people.  Maybe it was a great idea for someone to do and that someone was us. After a year of praying we made the decision to move forward with the coffee shop. While brainstorming for a name, we were looking for one that would fit our story.  Our daughter reminded us of the story about asking for a sign and seeing the three horses. Josiah was the third child represented by the third horse. Why not Third Horse Coffee? When we shared the name with Josiah and the story behind it and how the third horse represented him, he excitedly informed us that “I am a horse”. He ran upstairs to get his horse stamper that we had bought him in China. He was born in the Chinese year of the horse.  It is for Josiah and others like him that we find inspiration and motivation to start this coffee shop where people with intellectual and developmental disabilities can thrive and use their gifts as part of the community.