Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Today
We. Are. Heartbroken....
I'm a mess. So this post may not be as fluid as it normally is, so please bear with me.
We still had not heard anything from our agency yet, so KC asked me to take a lunch, grab some coffee, and sit with him at work. So I did.
As soon as KC got into the van, I got a call from Michigan.
Our agency.
I just had a feeling it wasn't good news....
It wasn't.
MOWA issued a negative recommendation letter for us and the two other families waiting to travel this week.
NEGATIVE.
Apparently, 2 of our forms in our dossier had just expired. They want new ones. ALL new ones.
We have to re-do our Dossier. The 60+ page file of our lives: our tax information, income, physicals, background checks, home study... everything.
This was not an easy feat the first time around.
We will not be able to get what's needed, send it to Little Rock to be state sealed, send it to DC to be authenticated, get it back to our agency for review, and send it to Ethiopia for MOWA to review before Wednesday.
That means, that we will not be traveling until at least the end of October.
We cannot submit our dossier until the courts reopen the first week of October. We have no idea how long it will take for them to review it, issue us a positive letter, and then receive a court date.
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This, was never in the cards. This was a rare request that even took our agency by surprise. They saw an email from the team in Ethiopia and thought it was our court date.
I cannot tell you what it felt like to hear that from our agency. I all at once felt numb, sick to my stomach, and like I was going to pass out. Driving home was a feat and I thank God that I made it.
KC was angry - and just sat there quietly.
To be honest, I screamed out loud in the car as I was sobbing. I could barely breathe.
We were only days away from seeing our girl. ONLY A FEW DAYS.
KC, me, our agency.....
We're all still so dumbfounded...
This truly was a rare occurrence... though nothing in our process has been "normal".
Even now, I can barely wrap my head around it all. I'm still in disbelief that I'm not scrambling to book airline tickets.
I honestly don't know what more to say. This was a huge blow.
I want to be angry with God. I do, I really do.
This wasn't supposed to happen.
But I can't be angry with Him.
I feel like a little kid, sobbing, and beating my hands against His chest, all the while He just holds me and lets me rage on.
He knows our pain. He knows the heartbreak that we are feeling.
I'm sure He's feeling it to.
I don't know what God is doing.
My tiny brain cannot even fathom what He has ahead for us.
We are hurting. And angry. And confused.
And as hard as it may be for my flesh in this moment, I will continue to trust Him.
Because He knows. He knows.
{For I am already being poured out like a drink offering, and the time for my departure is near. I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith. Now there is in store for me the crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will award to me on that day - and not only to me, but also to all who have longed for his appearing. - 2 Timothy 4:6-8}
Please pray for us, that we can fight and keep and finish like Paul did, with faith.
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
SO Close!!!
Saturday, July 19, 2014
Thankful
Thursday, July 10, 2014
I dearly love to laugh
We have less than 2 weeks before our birth parent court date! I’m praying these next few weeks go by fast. This week has been much better than the last oh, I dunno, 4 to 6 weeks.
I’ve been praying non-stop, but I neglected to read scripture or any of my devotionals. And I could really feel it taking its toll on me. I was grumpy, unmotivated, emotional, and just all around unpleasant to be around. I was in a deep pity party. No matter what I did, I could. not. shake it.
I neglected house work, didn’t care about making dinner, and just lazed around the house watching Property Brothers at night.
.... It was a bad place to be friends.
The last time I was in that deep of a funk was when I was pregnant with Caed. I had sever hyperemesis gravidarum (really bad morning sickness). I lost 25 pounds, couldn’t eat a thing, and was hospitalized twice for dehydration. I did nothing but lounge around and cry. Haha!
It’s funny now, but I know it was stressful to KC to see me like that and to not be able to do anything to help pull me out of my pity party and emotional slump.
And I came to that place again this summer.
I was tired of everything taking so darn long. I was frustrated with the adoption.
With work.
With our finances.
And yes, with God.
So, I prayed, but didn’t really talk to Him or allow Him to talk to me. I knew He wanted me to pursue Him, but I just couldn’t. I was tired. And, to be 100% honest, I felt a little betrayed by Him.
We should have traveled in May or June. Here it is July and an August travel date is still up in the air. The only 3 months where airfare is ridiculously high is summertime. We’ve got nothing left. It’s always one more thing or one more month.
I felt like yelling, “God, you can do anything. Why won’t you do this for us? Isn’t there a point where enough is enough?!”
Truthfully, those feelings and emotions towards Him continue to try and creep in.
From a worldly standpoint, my feelings were warranted – like we’re allowed to feel that way. But if we don’t keep our emotions in check, they’ll begin to control us and things will start to spiral out of control.
*points to self*
This is where I was. How did I get out of it?
There’s no special formula, just me finally being tired of having this defeatist attitude. Sunday, the new sermon series was good. Well, what I heard of it – because, I wasn’t paying too much attention. I was letting all my issues distract me. I let my mind run rampant with crazy scenarios and wild daydreams.
But the part I DID hear was when our pastor challenged us to read just one chapter in the Bible every day this week. Just one.
So I decided to do it. And I did.
I’ve read anywhere from 3-5 chapters in 2-3 different books.
And as crazy as it sounds, I’ve felt better in these last few days than I have in the last few weeks. I’ve gotten home, made dinner (as best as we can with a broken fridge – no worries, it gets fixed tomorrow), emptied the dishwasher, reloaded it, and last night I even made cookies!
We had a “friend night” this week, and I got to talk to my bestie about how I’ve been feeling. And I love her. She gets me. She’s my person. She doesn’t judge. But at the time when I need it, she’ll tell me to “suck it up buttercup!” or she’ll send me verses.
It was nice getting it all off my chest to her.
This week has reminded me of who I was and who I want to continue to be. I don’t like being grumpy. I don’t like to feel like the defeatist. I’m that weird friend that is annoyingly peppy. Who, ala Elizabeth Bennet, “dearly loves to laugh”, and will slap my husband while he’s pulling clothes out of the dryer just so we’ll get into a weird “play fight” and chase each other around the house. I’m an optimist. A daydreamer.
I’m someone who can honestly count on only one hand the people she’d rather not be around… ever. I give everyone the benefit of the doubt until they prove me wrong. I have only a few friends, but would wouldn't mind to have more. I’m constantly putting myself out there.
I'm an extrovert. I enjoy people. I enjoy talking *A LOT*. I shamelessly enjoy the "nerd life". I’m a LOTR, DW, OUAT, Marvel, and Sherlock fanatic. I will read an 800 page book in 1 day, and then feel like my life is over because I have to wait years for the next one.
I fluently speak in movie quotes, use many different accents and all the inappropriate times, and my head is FULL of useless trivia.
I. Was. AM. Happy-go-lucky. Lighthearted. Giggly. Carefree.
That’s not to say that I don’t worry about things, because Lord knows I do. But I’ve gotten good at handing that all over to Him. I want to be back in that place again. That place of living and breathing God; a place of unconditional trust.
This week was the turning point.
Waiting is hard.
Adoption is hard.
LIFE is hard.
But we are the ones who choose how to respond to hardship. We can choose to endure it with grace and joy, or with grief and pity.
And as someone who started off enduring it with grace and joy but turned to grief and pity, I do not recommend the latter.
~Psalm 30:11
Saturday, July 5, 2014
Birth Relative Court Date
Wednesday, July 2, 2014
Not much…
We’re coming up on 3 weeks of waiting for a birth relative court date. I wake up early to check my email (like a madwoman) to see if we’ve received anything from Ethiopia. Nothing.
This is the point where KC and I are getting VERY exhausted. We feel downtrodden.
We know that His timing is good, but it’d be nice to know something... anything.
This. Is. Hard.
BUT, one positive is that it’s allowing KC and I to save a bit more money. We were still about 2500 shy of where we needed to be when KC texted me yesterday. Turns out, he got a “bonus” for training some new guy at work. To the tune of $1,000. Talk about wanting to shout from the rooftops!!
That was a HUGE blessing. HUGE. It takes a big weight off knowing that we’re only $1,500 short of where we need to be. We’re praying that we can budget some from next month (we’ve already budgeted moving over some this month).
So yes, the wait is hard; even excruciating at times. But He knows what’s best. And He’s already reminding us of His faithfulness.
That’s where we’re at. In the hard, but knowing He’s still keeping an eye out for our well-being. Please continue to keep us all in your prayers. ❤️