great amazing things happen you can wrap your head around it.
Sometimes...not so much.
Sometimes you are prepared to be shocked.
aaaaaaaaaand sometimes you are knocked over the head, tumbling around in a silly daze, wondering "what just happened"???
Sometimes when you are witness to a miracle you think somehow, quietly:
"Yeah - I'm sort of not at all surprised."
"Yeah - I'm sort of not at all surprised."
aaaaaaaaaand sometimes well...you are surprised.
We have been surprised.
If a baby fell out of the clear blue sky into our living room, we couldn't BE anymore surprised.
Actually: that's almost what has happened.
Beginning of January ~ we sent papers to China.
by Mid-January~ all of that was over. China had requirements we could not meet.
We would not be adopting from there.
We wrote about that here.
Late January~ by the time that last post was written, we had already been
invited by one of the agency's who had gone to bat for us to consider another program.
All those blogs I loved!
All those people I had been following!
All the people I blog-stalked who had kids from Uganda!
My sister had been to Uganda and immediately I remembered all the pictures I had seen her bring back...
all the stories...
all the faces...
and we started to fall in love with it.
A place we could visit to our hearts' content in years to come.
A place that welcomed Christians to adopt.
A place hungry for the Word of God.
A place we could pour back into in years to come, where our child could retain roots.
Sense entered the scene.
So I went to the conference.
It was so, so GOOD.
Fellowship, teaching, information, sweet worshipful times.
I met tons of cool gals.
One cool gal I met was named Arlene.
Arlene lives in the same town as me.
Arlene says: "Oh, I know Someone Else who lives in our town.
She adopted from Uganda, too."
I get the Someone Else's name.
(We'll call her Gigi.)
I get home.
I call Gigi the next day.
"Hi", I say into her answering machine, "I'm Esty and I'm hoping to adopt from Uganda.
I heard you had adopted from there. Let's be new BFF's."
(That was the basic gist of it anyhow.)
Gigi calls me back.
Why was I calling her again?
Who had given me her name?
What about Uganda?
"Oh, ummm", I stumble, trying to keep it breezy, "You know, I met Arlene, she said to call you so..
you know, I am."
Gigi shares finally that she's not only an adoptive parent.
She also knows of a little girl in Uganda who needs a home.
The little girl is 2 years old.
She's available for international adoption.
She's truly orphaned.
Gigi has been waiting for God to lead this little girl's family to her for 2 weeks.
And then I called.
Gigi wants to know if we are interested.
(insert dumfounded look here)
"We want the child who needs us as much as we need her," we say.
Gigi tells us "Just Pray. And I will, too."
"God? We've never had neon lights from you before but this would be a great time. Right, God?"
The next day we talk lots more with Gigi.
We tell her "Yes, we are feeling like we will want to move forward but can't see pictures, can't know details about her, are having a hard time committing to an abstract thought"
At the end of all the talking, Gigi shares:
"Oh, by the way. She's not 2 years old.
She's TWO MONTHS OLD."
DONE and DONE.
Just like that.
Suddenly I am terrified someone will get to her, scoop her up and take her away from us.
How fast can we get to her?
Who cares if she's healthy?
Who cares what she looks like?
We have found the child who needs us as much as we need her.
So, our daughter has come to us.
Out of the clear blue sky, it seems.
She is OURS.
It's literally the Fastest Home Study on the Face of the Planet.
It's Lightening Fast.
Nothing will motivate like an infant who needs you!
We have 1 excellent reason to HURRY UP.
Our little girl is waiting.
It's not a question of
"if?" anymore but "when?".
...........however, here's the thing.
It also feels like being in an OB waiting room with alot of pregnant ladies who are all in their 3rd trimester and I'm about 45 minutes pregnant, surprisingly being the one rolled back to the delivery room.
It's not at all equal.
Prospective adoptive parents do alot of comparing - it's all we have to guage a "pregnancy" by since there's no growing belly.
How do you quantify "waiting"?
How do you make it "fair"?
You just can't.
Next week 2 things will happen:
#1): Our Home Study (everything collected about our family thus far) will head>>>>>
for US Immigration to clear us to bring home an infant from overseas.
#2): Our Dossier (fancy name for Home Study + a bunch of other stuff about us) will head>>>>>
for our Ugandan attorney to get our case ready and prepare our little girl's passport to come home to us.
If you are excited for us:
(Now start praying!)
If you are feeling resentful of us:
We get that. It's totally allowed. Been there ourselves.
If you are confused about all this:
That's okay, too. It's cute.
-----------------whew. That's one heck of a story. And it's the Reader's Digest version!
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