This week, the last thing my mom whispered in my ear during our last hug for a while .... 'Bring our boy home.'
OH...I want to! I pray to! Lord make it so !!!!
Still being stuck in IBESR stage of our adoption feels like a never ending winter cold or a 3+ year drought. The paperwork we hoped and prayed would be completed when the courts opened in October remains uncompleted...and months of unrealized hopes and dreams turn to dust and blow away.
For years now every trip or plan carries the heavy weight of the unknowns in the adoption timeline.
Malay apples on campus started blooming as the last fruits ripened. Only a few months until another harvest. |
Each holiday and special family event comes with the cloud of F not being home to participate.
While we long for updates and any information we can gather about our son...each comes with the painful fact that if he were home we would not be needing others to supply this information.
How the hope jumps with each email from our social worker...dreaming of those words to inform us that significant progress moved us closer to F coming home...
Waiting does not get easier with practice.
The all-day meeting that happened three weeks ago...only one of three needed reports completed as of an email we received Tuesday from our social worker.
Faith does get one through. Every frustration and tear we can choose to hold on to or to bring it to the feet of our Lord.
Intentionally focusing on Him, His power, His love does bring comfort. As does each message and note from friends and family reminding us of their support and prayers.
Thank you for walking this hard journey with us. Looking forward to celebrating with each of you when F joins the family and we can introduce him to you in person.
Keep those prayers coming!