Winding down

As another week is winding down with no news, we have to face the harsh reality that we may not be together this year.

 

We may not be together for Christmas.

 

Things may drag on through January.

 

This isn’t just us assuming so – this is coming from our coordinator.

 

Travel before Christmas is highly unlikely.

 

As much as we hate the news, we are so grateful for the transparency with our agency. I know it’s hard for our coordinator to continually deliver bad news, but I’d prefer to know.

 

We’ll have the end of year US holiday on the 25^th (Christmas), the first US holiday of the year on the 1^st (New Year’s), and the Ethiopian holiday on January 7^th (Ethiopian Christmas). So unfortunately, things could most certainly be delayed well into the second week of January.

 

We also haven’t heard from the orphanage yet in regards to our note we sent our dear girl.

 

We don’t know what to say other than this. really. really. sucks.

 

Everything is at a standstill, and there is nothing that anyone can do about it.

 

(This is taking so much longer than it ever should have. Saturday marks 10 months since we got “the call”.)

 

We’re stuck in limbo, and it bites.

 

Remember in Star Wars Episode 1 when Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan are fighting Darth Maul? And those barrier things come up and they have to wait a few minutes before they can resume fighting?

 

I wish I could be like Qui-Gon Jinn and rest. Meditate. Prepare myself for the remainder of the fight. But I feel more like Darth Maul. Pacing back and forth, hitting the barrier in the hopes that it’ll come down faster. 

 

Every night it’s hard to go to bed. Because every night I get panicked that it could be another day of no news. 

KC and I were talking last night, and I told him it’s like Ground Hogs Day. The same thing. Over. And over. And over. The boys are so sad every day that “we don’t get the letter for Bertie”. They continue asking everyday. 

 

We’re still waiting, and it’s seems like there’s no end in sight.

 

I’m a mom. A mom who is 8,000 miles away from her child. A mom who has missed 5 birthdays, the chicken pox, and her first lost tooth.

 

We’re a family who is trying hard to wait patiently, but cannot. But HE is my refuge. All I can do is keep crying out to Him. To hold us, and to comfort us.

 

To hold her, and to comfort her.  ❤️

 

 

{Then you shall call and The Lord will answer; you shall cry and He will say, 'Here I am.'   ~Isaiah 58:9}