4th of July
No fireworks. No grill (looks to be raining all day). At one point we were thinking we were already going to be home with family today. No such luck. Do I sound down? Well, I guess I am.
Obviously there's no news to report. Doesn't mean that we don't still have some hope. We do. But it's just tough to continually stay "up"...you just get tired, you know? It seems like each day has been like this for so long now.
Today, though, is a new day. God's mercies are new every morning. He is faithful - we will make it. But will we make it through with our kids? I guess that's the million dollar question.
I don't know how people cope with huge, life-sized issues without God. Even as a follower of Christ it's so difficult. I find myself constantly asking the "why?" questions, trying to work out some reason behind everything that has happened...everything that is happening. And I simply can't figure it out. But even so, I know that there is a purpose. I know that we're not just some crummy pieces in some vast comic game. I know that my Father is intimately involved in my life...in the things seen as well as unseen. But it's still tough.
There's another couple heading over here to Poznan from the St. Louis area today that is also adopting from the same children's home. They have also had a "ginormous" roller coaster ride of an experience with this, yet it seems that they are days away from wrapping things up (we were to share car ride to our hearings on Friday and find sweet resolution together...but without the opinion from Warsaw that "happy ending" will again elude us). I can't tell you how thankful I am that things will be finished for them...that they will hopefully be able to get on a plane in another 4-5 weeks or so with their two adopted children and get on with the business of creating a family with them, dramatically changing those kids' lives forever. I do honestly rejoice in that. But I mourn the ongoing complications in our process.
We'll see what today brings. Maybe there will be some good news. Maybe more waiting. I was reading in Psalms yesterday that very familiar verse that has found it's way into song lyrics...some boast (or trust in NIV) in chariots and some in horses, but we will boast in the name of the Lord, our God. My/our hope is certainly not found in the possibility of a phone call. It is found squarely in the name of the Lord, our God. Through Him all things are possible. And yet, even as I write this, I know that sometimes His way is not ours at all. But is that wavering to say that?
Oh, I better stop now. I've gone more into diary-mode than "public blog-mode". As to continue on here in my general spirit of openness and honesty, though, I won't erase anything. So, I guess all that's left to do is say thanks for listening. Thanks.
Obviously there's no news to report. Doesn't mean that we don't still have some hope. We do. But it's just tough to continually stay "up"...you just get tired, you know? It seems like each day has been like this for so long now.
Today, though, is a new day. God's mercies are new every morning. He is faithful - we will make it. But will we make it through with our kids? I guess that's the million dollar question.
I don't know how people cope with huge, life-sized issues without God. Even as a follower of Christ it's so difficult. I find myself constantly asking the "why?" questions, trying to work out some reason behind everything that has happened...everything that is happening. And I simply can't figure it out. But even so, I know that there is a purpose. I know that we're not just some crummy pieces in some vast comic game. I know that my Father is intimately involved in my life...in the things seen as well as unseen. But it's still tough.
There's another couple heading over here to Poznan from the St. Louis area today that is also adopting from the same children's home. They have also had a "ginormous" roller coaster ride of an experience with this, yet it seems that they are days away from wrapping things up (we were to share car ride to our hearings on Friday and find sweet resolution together...but without the opinion from Warsaw that "happy ending" will again elude us). I can't tell you how thankful I am that things will be finished for them...that they will hopefully be able to get on a plane in another 4-5 weeks or so with their two adopted children and get on with the business of creating a family with them, dramatically changing those kids' lives forever. I do honestly rejoice in that. But I mourn the ongoing complications in our process.
We'll see what today brings. Maybe there will be some good news. Maybe more waiting. I was reading in Psalms yesterday that very familiar verse that has found it's way into song lyrics...some boast (or trust in NIV) in chariots and some in horses, but we will boast in the name of the Lord, our God. My/our hope is certainly not found in the possibility of a phone call. It is found squarely in the name of the Lord, our God. Through Him all things are possible. And yet, even as I write this, I know that sometimes His way is not ours at all. But is that wavering to say that?
Oh, I better stop now. I've gone more into diary-mode than "public blog-mode". As to continue on here in my general spirit of openness and honesty, though, I won't erase anything. So, I guess all that's left to do is say thanks for listening. Thanks.
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