What Are Those Stones For?

Jeff and I are a part an orphan ministry/adoption group here in town. It has been one of the HUGEST blessings to us. Yesterday, we were blessed to be able to meet a family who has recently adopted a girl from Ethiopia.

She shared about meeting their daughter’s grandmother. The grandmother talked about how she had been praying that a Christian family would adopt, her girl. The grandmother kept saying over and over Praise God, and giving thanks to the Lord. This couple was moved to tears. She said she almost did not have words to share how deeply impacting that meeting was. She was challenged to think why would I not trust the Lord. Here is seemingly, by the world standards, an unimportant woman unable to care for her granddaughter who was praying. This couple had been praying because they were burdened to help orphans. Then they were matched with this girl. They traveled half way around the world to Ethiopia bring this girl home. They would be her forever family.

After meeting their daughter’s grandma and hearing her praising God for answering her prayer. She said why would she not trust the Lord. The Lord had orchestrated this whole adoption process to where this grandmother’s prayer was answered by them. This family did not do anything except answer God’s call on their hearts to care for an orphan. This family was just awed. She kept saying how could she not trust the Lord, after seeing how He did all of this.

Their story really struck me. When we got matched with our boys, they were the ages that I had been praying for. I had always said that we hoped for children around 4-6 and under 2 if possible. I saw it as such an answer to prayer when we were matched with boys aged 5.5 and 1 year 8 months. Don't get me wrong I would have been fine with different ages. But it amazes me that God cares about such details as the age of the children we prayed for.

In Joshua 4 when the Israelites crossed the Jordan River God told them to pile twelve stones in the middle of the Jordan. Whenever anyone asked about the stones it would serve as a reminder of how the Jordan was cut off and stopped flowing and the Israelites were able to cross the flooded river with the arc of the covenant. What a reminder of how God had done something extraordinary.

I want to make this answer to prayer one of my pile of stones so to speak. The ages of our boys being what I prayed for is such a God moment that I want to cement it in my mind. Even though I was not there, I feel like hearing the story of this newly adoptive family meeting their daughters grandmother was like I walked by their pile of stones and said what are these stones for? Then they told me their story. Even though I was not there, hearing their story be recounted filled me with hope.

I want these and many other stories to be my mental pile of stones, so to speak. So when I doubt, I can look back and remember; of course God is trustworthy. Of course He loves me; He loves Jeff; He loves our boys more than we ever could. We can look at our pile of stones and remember how can we not trust the Lord?!

It's Five Minutes Later Than it Was Five Minutes Ago.

Remember the comic strip Calvin and Hobbes? One of my favorites was set in August and Hobbes is watching Calvin running around franticly. While Calvin is running around he is talking to himself. Saying things like August? Where did June and July go? Summer is almost over! I must have more fun! Play outside more! Argh…. it’s five minutes later than it was five minutes ago! As crazy as it sounds I have to say I feel a little bit like Calvin.

Jeff and I are looking forward to parenthood and want nothing more than to begin that part of our journey. However, there is a Calvin part of me running around worried. Worried that I have not read enough books on parenting. Worried that we should know more. Worried that I did not cherish the time we have had without kids enough. Which then fuels my Calvin brain to worry that we did not do all the things we were suppose to do. I am not even sure what those things are but the Calvin part of me wants to make sure there is a part of my brain that is dedicating to worrying about it. Clearly, only a type A perfectionist would want to make sure no thought was left unworried over. : )

I have mused a lot about waiting in many of my previous posts, just click on waiting to see all of them. I think what got the Calvin part of me worrying is the fear that I have not waited well. Not that my waiting is over, by any stretch of the imagination. But a part of my waiting journey is over and it brought about a reality a check. As I have said before waiting is a gift. I know that sounds crazy because while we are waiting all we want, is to be done with the waiting. We want what we are waiting for and we don’t want to have to wait anymore.

However, I have been reminded that the time while we are waiting is something that we can never get back and there are no do over’s. That time, is one of the gifts of waiting.

So as I move forward to the next part of my wait, in what I affectionately call my adoptwaiting. I am reminded that I want to wait well. I want to try, the key word being try, to view the time I have been given to wait not as an enemy of something I just need to get through, but as a gift of something to be enjoyed because once it’s gone I can’t get back.

The Call That We Had Been Waiting For

I am not going to lie, when I answered my cell phone and it was our adoption worker on the phone, I thought she was calling to give bad news. I thought she is trying to soften the blow and that is why she is calling. It never occurred to me that she would share news that would change our lives. Literally.

Since we started our adoption journey, what I like to call adoptwaiting, we really felt led to pursue international adoption. We have gone from international adoption to domestic adoption and back to international adoption again (click here to read that post.)

Adopting siblings, brothers or sisters or brother and a sister, is something that we have always hoped to be able to do. Because of that we were open to and assumed that adopting siblings meant that we would be adopting children who were older, most likely over the age of 3. Because there are sometimes less people waiting for older children, children who become available who fall in this category are put on our agency waiting children list, which is not open for public viewing. I became a stalker of this list.

I received our adoption agency’s waiting children email and our adoption worker asked if we would be interested in the sibling group on there. I shared the information with Jeff and we decided to move forward. We told her we were interested and would like to be considered for this group. Our agency’s international team prays when matching children. They focus not on finding families, children but finding families for children. They would not be making a decision until January 12 that was little over a week.

I thought no problem with a known end date waiting to hear until January 12 would be no problem. January 12 came and went no news. I even emailed our adoption worker and did not get a response. At 5 p.m. I was a little defeated. I, ever the lamenter, went home and whined. Really??!! After all I have learned about waiting and I do this highly unattractive behavior? Yes, it’s true I did. January 13 is a new day and I am sure we will hear something today, I thought. Nothing at 9:30 am, I never knew one could check their email that much in one day as I did that day. 10:30 am, 11:30 am finally an email, our adoption worker responded to my email and she did not know anything. But at least, the answer was not no.

When my phone rang at 11:57 am, it was a 708 area code, as I said, “Hello” my brain thought our adoption agency is in a 708 area code. Our adoption worker identified herself and as I said in the beginning I thought she was calling to give bad news. But that is not the case. She said we were chosen and that we were matched with the boys! I of course, responded with “Are you serious?” She said, “Yes!” Jeff and I are/will be parents to two precious boys ages 5.5 and almost 2.

What does this mean? It means that we need our I-171 from immigration. We are praying that we can be matched with an officer at the immigration office, that they will accept my fingerprints and process our I-171 form this week. Once we have that we can get our dossier state sealed. Then our agency verifies everything is correct and it gets sent to Ethiopia. That is when our match will be an official referral. Right now it is an unofficial referral. Once they have our dossier they can begin to gather the other necessary paperwork they need to submit us to court so we can get a court date. Then we travel for court, and meet our precious boys. We come home and more paperwork is processed. We get an embassy date and that is when we go back and get the boys and bring them home forever!

As a new friend who has just returned with her children from Ethiopia said, now the waiting begins…………

Fingerprints, Forms, and Waiting, Oh My.........

Words you don’t like to hear: a Dr. saying oh no, a pilot saying we will be okay without that. Add to my list now: “There is not much there” from the lady who is fingerprinting me as she is repeatedly trying to get a fingerprint that the computer would accept. To add insult to injury she said that immigration might have to have me get my fingerprints done a second time. But she could not do it now because we have to wait and see what immigration says once they see my fingerprints.

Seemingly this is not an end of the world kind of scenario. I can see that. It does have the potential to delay our ability to get an I171 form, which we must have, in order for our dossier to be complete.

So I am a bit worried about my fingerprints when I read something that added to my worry from one of the online forums I belong too about Ethiopia adoptions. Worry does not need much of an incubation time so soon worry, became what if, what if’s became fear, fear grew into freaking out. I so dislike when I allow my mind to go there. I can tell myself the truth, that God is control. But the thoughts about my circumstances keep trying to flood my mind. It can be such a challenge to practice what 2 Corinthians 10:5 says “…..we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ”

I knew I needed reinforcements and I called in for some prayer support. I prayed seemingly non-stop. The worry and fear are still there I can feel them, but they are no longer consuming my thoughts. Right now, I am in control of them versus the other way around them controlling me. I think a better way to say it is I am giving up control and letting God be God instead of me trying to take God’s place.

“Easier said then done.” is what I told my friend on the phone today as she reminded me to trust God. She told me “I know that I am in the easier place right now, because I am not the one having to do it.” That is so true. Letting God be God and not trying to do it all on my own, or be my own savior is not always an easy task.

Today’s snafu reminded me how choosing to trust God is not a choice I make one time and I am done. It is a choice I have to make again, and again as difficult or less than ideal circumstances bombard me. Don’t get me wrong deciding to trust Christ as my savior that is a one-time decision. It is the day-to-day surrendering of my circumstances that I must choose to do over and over again.

I came across a definition of trusting God that I really like. It said, trusting God means NO MATTER WHAT believing that He can do whatever it takes to bring glory to His Name. That is what I want to do. I am choosing to believe that no matter what we will get our I171 form, even if it means that I have get my fingerprints re-done 47 times. Even if it means it take longer than I wish it would to get our I171 form. God is still God, He is trustworthy, He is in control and He is still good.

I Don't Think I Signed-Up For This................

I experienced technically difficulties while I was away for Christmas so I was unable to blog last week. With the holiday’s over now....... I’m back. I am excited that we have our fingerprinting appointment next week Jan 11. I am praying that once that is done they will be able to process our fingerprints and mail us our I-171 form 2 weeks after we get our fingerprints done.

As we continue to wait, I have been reading many different blogs about peoples adoption experiences. While reading I came across this story describing what it's like to have a child with special needs. This story really resonated with me because I think this story can be about any life situation that has not panned out as originally thought. Plans like having children, marriage, illness, going to school, raising children, friendships, jobs, living situations, church membership, volunteering, the list could go on. In any one of those situations we move forward with a plan or at the minimum we have an idea of how we think “it” will work out then things happen, that thing is what I like to call life. Life happens and situations or circumstances don’t work out or we don’t end up at all where we thought or even imagined we would. I think this story really captures that feeling that many of us might go through, when things don't go as planned.

WELCOME TO HOLLAND By Emily Perl Kingsley

I am often asked to describe the experience of raising a child with special needs and disabilities- to try to help people who have not shared that unique experience to understand it, to imagine how it would feel. It’s like this… When you are going to have a baby, whether biologically or through adoption, it’s like planning a fabulous trip- to ITALY! You buy a bunch of guidebooks and make your wonderful plans. The Coliseum. The Michelangelo David. The gondolas in Venice. You may learn some handy phrases in Italian. It’s all very exciting. After months or years of eager anticipation, the day finally arrives. You pack your bags and off you go! Several hours later, the plane lands. The stewardess comes in and says, “Welcome to Holland." “Holland?!?” you say. “What do you mean Holland??? I signed up for Italy! I’m supposed to be in Italy! All my life I’ve dreamed of going to Italy!” But there’s been a change in the flight plan. They’ve landed in Holland and there you must stay. The important thing is that they haven’t taken you to a horrible, disgusting, filthy place, full of pestilence, famine, and disease. It’s just a different place. So you must go out and buy new guide books. And you must learn a whole new language. And you will meet a whole new group of people you would never have met. It’s just a different place. It’s slower-paced than Italy, less flashy than Italy. But after you’ve been there for a while you catch your breath, you look around… and you begin to notice that Holland has windmills… and Holland has tulips. Holland even has Rembrandts. But everyone you know is busy coming and going from Italy… and they’re all bragging about what a wonderful time they had there. And for the rest of your life, you will say, “Yes, that’s where I was supposed to go. That’s what I had planned. “And the pain of that will never, ever, ever, ever go away… because the loss of that dream is a very, very significant loss. But…if you spend your life mourning the fact that you didn’t get to Italy, you may never be free to enjoy the very special, the very lovely things… about Holland

As I read this story again it reminds me, of how many things in my life and maybe yours to, are like this story. I don’t know about you but I know there have been times in my life when I have gotten so caught up in where I wanted to be but did not end up that I missed, some of the gifts of where I was had to offer. I am reminded of how important it is to not lose sight of how special what I have or where I am is, even if it is not where I signed-up to be.

For me, sometimes that can be easier said then done. I know in my head the truth mentioned above, but choosing to live that truth out and put it in to practice that at times can be a challenge.