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It’s been awhile since I’ve posted an update about our son’s adoption. Please allow me to change that.
777 days ago, my husband and I embarked on the journey of a lifetime. After learning about a little boy in an orphange far away–and seeing him via a DVD we received in the mail–we decided to do whatever it took to adopt him. Of course, at the time, we had no idea what “whatever it meant” included.
We filled out hundreds of pages of paperwork. We completed home studies and fingerprinting. We attended group meetings and paid bills. And of course, we did a lot of praying.
And we thought–given what we were told–that we could expect to meet our little guy within one year.
Today marks Day #777, (month 26).
This past Tuesday, our adoption case was supposed to be presented to the child adoption board overseas. We had good reason to believe we would receive good news on Wednesday or Thursday. But we’ve heard nothing. I never thought hearing nothing would be as hard as hearing, “No.”
I can sum up our adoption experience in one word: waiting.
I’m not going to lie. Escape is appealing. Our natural response during a season of trial is desire for its conclusion. But escape isn’t always God’s plan for our lives. Christlikeness is the goal, and satisfaction in Him is the key.
And so we wait . . .