I just heard yesterday that the adoptions that were in process, nine months ago, are being completed in Liberia. So, just set our story aside for a second, I can't imagine these families, many just waiting for a visa in Jan. 09, to be on hold for so long. But, finally, two dozen families will soon get their kids.
OK, back to us. So, basically, we are next in line. As soon as these "in process" adoptions are finalized, we are next to go.
Last weekend, I was at a women's retreat with tons of my dear friends, many asked how things were going for our adoption. I told our story of losing Habakkuk and waiting for Michael many times. It was really soul cleansing. I cried tears that were still stored away. It was a jump start to my heart. I realized that I had stunted loving Michael any deeper b/c of Habakkuk's loss. I "froze" my heart. Sometimes it feels like one of those really late night drives, when you are really tired and have been driving a long time, and you are just sure you are never going to get home. Some days, many actually, it feels like that. If I am honest, it feels like we will never bring our boy home. It's just a dream that will fade away in the light of morning.
Although this weekend hurt, it was good. The kind of pain that reminds you that you are alive. This dream is alive. At just the right time, we will bring our son home.
Thank you for any of you out there that pray for us and especially for Michael.
