adoption: the latest turn of events

I waited a couple of days before detailing this latest turn of events in our adoption process. Because if I’d told you then, it would have been a rambling, teary mess of a post. I was a rambling, teary mess when I came home to Dan after learning what we learned.

We’ve been informed of some changes to adoptions from our boys’ country. These changes are good for the protection of children against trafficking. These changes are bad for what we thought would be T + E’s nearly-here homecoming. Bad enough that their homecoming is now delayed approximately two to five months. 

As always, I can’t share specifics, but basically, had big step #3 of 4* been completed about two weeks ago, nothing would have changed. Because it isn’t but will be next week, we just barely missed a cut off that makes a big difference to this momma’s heart. 

True, two to five months shouldn’t make a big difference in the grand scheme of things. But this news fell right at the end of a couple long, challenging weeks for me. We had just gotten to a point where we let go of the thought that everything had gone so well something was bound to go wrong. We had just decided to start on the boys’ room, which we’ve intentionally been waiting to do. And we’ll have much less time home with them before we have to move and Dan starts residency. (Won’t even think about the possibility that we’ll have to move before they’re even home… Just won’t.)

I don’t mean to throw a pity party. It was just really discouraging. We’ve been praying, “God, we trust Your timing. Regardless of when our sons come home, we know we’ll eventually come to understand why they didn’t come any sooner or later than they did.” I still believe it, but it’s hard. 

So, believing in good timing. Convincing myself this extra time will be good for us. Resting in God’s comfort more these days.

*I guess we’re adding another big step to the process. So from now on, big step #5 = Theo + Elliot are coming home.

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I’ve been listening to Michael Kiwanuka a lot lately. He’s the son of Ugandan immigrants to England. I like him for many reasons, but I especially like how he makes me think of what my African boys will do with their talents. I like to think God is singing me this song through him…

Close your eyes
Let them rest
I ain’t in no hurry, hurry at all
Rest your head upon my shoulder
I swear I will carry, carry you on

I won’t let you go, go on hungry
I won’t let you cry, without a hand to dry

Rest your hands
Leave them tender
They weren’t made for working, working at all

I won’t let you go, go on hungry
I won’t let you cry, without a hand to dry

Rest your soul, live in peace
I won’t let you worry, worry at all

I won’t let you worry, worry at all
I won’t let you worry, worry at all