We had hopes of a little more "definite" news on the adoption of K, but wheels turn slowly (no surprise). We do know that our home study is currently sitting on the supervisor's desk and waiting for approval to go to committee. Committee is the decision of the best family for each child between a maximum of 3 options.
We hope to hear more information next week, but until then, we continue to pray for a 6 year old boy who is in a foster home in Salem. When I let my heart think about how close he is.... it gets a little hard to breathe.
Dear K,
Merry Christmas, little man. I don't know if or when we'll ever get the opportunity to meet you face to face... and give you the biggest hugs ever... but we're praying for you. I mean that. We're praying for God's will in your life. We're praying for your safety. We're praying for your heart.
I hope you know love this Christmas. (And while I'll be ok with whatever God has planned, I'm really hoping you're in our home next Christmas. We're ready for you.)
Our road to our second adoption... one deep breath at a time.
Monday, December 23, 2013
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
Nesting?
I think I finally get it. I think I understand this whole cleaning at the end of a pregnancy thing!
It's possible that you reach the end of 9 months of waiting and you're at a point of zero control of what's happening to your body. You have to find something that you can control. Scrubbing, organizing, rearranging...it's something you can actually make a decision about.
That said: I'm cleaning and rearranging constantly lately. I even cleaned out the kitchen 'junk drawer.' People. I organized the masses of hot sauce and ketchup packets. There may be a problem.
This adoption thing is out of my control. Completely out of my control. I don't know if we'll get a call. I don't know when we'll get a call. I don't know what news that call will bring.
<insert scream here>
The honest truth? I'm not sure my heart can go through this roller coaster again.
It's hard.
Yet I know it could be so incredibly worth it in the end.
Please pray for our little family and for 'K'. Even if he doesn't come into our family, I'm begging God to keep his heart safe.
It's possible that you reach the end of 9 months of waiting and you're at a point of zero control of what's happening to your body. You have to find something that you can control. Scrubbing, organizing, rearranging...it's something you can actually make a decision about.
That said: I'm cleaning and rearranging constantly lately. I even cleaned out the kitchen 'junk drawer.' People. I organized the masses of hot sauce and ketchup packets. There may be a problem.
This adoption thing is out of my control. Completely out of my control. I don't know if we'll get a call. I don't know when we'll get a call. I don't know what news that call will bring.
<insert scream here>
The honest truth? I'm not sure my heart can go through this roller coaster again.
It's hard.
Yet I know it could be so incredibly worth it in the end.
Please pray for our little family and for 'K'. Even if he doesn't come into our family, I'm begging God to keep his heart safe.
Monday, December 2, 2013
Oh My Heart
We've requested information on many kids over the last few months. Some came with a bit more than we felt capable of dealing with. Others came with definite possibility... but a need for a whole lot more information. That's just how it goes when you're looking at adopting an older child who has already experienced a whole lot of life.
Fast forward to today. This marks the first time I've read the full history of a child and had absolutely no doubt that he would be a perfect fit for our family.
While we're still in for a long wait and I'm really fighting the urge to call the caseworker every 5 minutes and yell "Pick us! Pick us!", I'm hopeful. (Although I'm trying not to be too hopeful. It's a weird balance.)
Friends, please continue to pray for a little boy named K. I don't know if he'll be a part of our family, but this young man has a big piece of my heart.
Fast forward to today. This marks the first time I've read the full history of a child and had absolutely no doubt that he would be a perfect fit for our family.
While we're still in for a long wait and I'm really fighting the urge to call the caseworker every 5 minutes and yell "Pick us! Pick us!", I'm hopeful. (Although I'm trying not to be too hopeful. It's a weird balance.)
Friends, please continue to pray for a little boy named K. I don't know if he'll be a part of our family, but this young man has a big piece of my heart.
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