travel call

They said four weeks...

It’s good that I can type this journey out and don't have to talk to everyone to share it. Right now I have a bad cold and if you could hear my voice, you might mistake me for a chain smoking man. So I am thankful for words on paper.

 

Last week I talked with my caseworker as a follow up from our first trip. We also discussed some legal documents regarding Charlie and his legal name. I’ll spare you the boring details, but seriously if one division of the government could talk to another division and they could all get on the same page, that’d be great. Enough said. So, when she called me yesterday, I figured it was a follow up from our previous conversation.

 

She asked how I was after hearing the condition of my voice over the phone and I explained about the cough thing. Then she said, “well get better soon because you are due back in Korea two weeks from today.”  That news did not help my cough. After getting myself back under control and clearing my voice, all I could say was “WHAT?”

 

With Charlie, they told us to expect 4-6 weeks. It went just like they said, we had been home almost four weeks when we got a call that we needed to be in Korea in about ten days. They told us the same thing this time. We've only been home ten days. We booked flights last night for thirteen days from now.  We will be home with Sawyer six days after that. This process!! It’s so hard on a person who likes to plan, like me. But my goodness, am I thrilled! He is coming home!

 

So last night as I lay on the couch, willing my body to get better, for the fifth night in a row. I got thinking about God. I just really like Him, even if He keeps throwing me curve balls. Why is this time around going so fast compared to last time? I don't know. Why has this time been pretty seamless and last time it was as crooked as can be? I don't know.  What I do know is His faithfulness is the same. 

 

You might remember my post about us believing to get Sawyer home in November. That didn’t happen, another thing to add to my “I don't know why” list. You might also remember me asking for prayers because we were told that best case scenario we would hear something in March and worst case scenario would be June. I was devastated and worried because we had vouchers from last year's Spring Break that had to be used before April. All I could see was situations out of my control, but if I’ve learned one thing, He works best where I have no control.

 

Here’s what He did in those situations.

Less than two weeks after we were told March would be the soonest we would hear anything, I got a call telling me we moved through that portion of the process in record time.

Six weeks after that, while at a retreat about adoption, I got our travel call. 

Instead of hearing something by March we traveled IN March.

 Ten days after being home (yesterday) we got our Visa call. 

We will be home with our third son before May.

Last night we went to book our flights and found out that the remaining balance of our vouchers (they were worth almost $6,000) were, in fact, still useable. They expire in five days. 

Ron came out after talking on the phone with the flight desk for over an hour and said: “guess what our grand total is?” I hate guessing games and I can hardly talk so he just told me. Six hundred bucks, which includes us riding home in FIRST CLASS!! The only time I have ever ridden in first class was when we got bumped up on a pretty short flight a few years ago. It was awesome, this will be more awesome. The attendant told him for some reason it was actually cheaper given all our miles, points and vouchers to do first class. Ron didn’t argue. 

 


My best case scenario falls short compared to His provisions. Do you see why I not only like Him, but trust Him?


 

Now, don’t get me wrong.  I know this next part is difficult, I am aware of what raw grief and fear look like in the eyes of a baby who doesn’t know what is happening to his world. I know that sleepless night and long days are coming. These times take a toll on marriage and families. I don’t deny that while this all sounds fun, most of it is not.  Adoption is costly on every level for everyone involved.  But since He has proven himself over and over and over again, I can say with confidence, I know He will be there for this, too.  

 

Thank you all for your prayers! I don’t really know how to express what they mean to us, but it’s a lot. This next part is the hardest, especially for Sawyer. It seems that most people think that the process of getting your child home is the journey. When in the fact the journey is just beginning. Please continue to pray. 

"Behold, I am the lord the God of all flesh; is anything too difficult for me?"    Jer 32:27

 

Next Stop. Korea!

Not the call I was expecting

This is not the post I was expecting to write.  I was expecting to be writing an excited post filled with travel information.  Instead, I am feeling vulnerable and struggling to form words for my thoughts.

July seems like a long time ago.  We received a referral in July.  It included a picture of a chubby baby that we now call our son.  After formally accepting our referral both Ron and I felt an urge to pray for November.  I didn't receive a whole lot of instruction, just pray.  In August, I started reading the book The Circle Maker.  It's an excellent book, I really enjoyed it and felt spurred to "Pray Big" as the author put's it.   So that's what I did, I prayed daily and fervently for a November court date.  I took notes from the book and felt like I was reading it for this appointed time.  After all, we felt such a heavy impression to pray for November.

The last day in November came, the call did not.  This past Friday I was working the Christmas Shop at our kid's school.  I am on the committee team for the event because any committee that entails large amounts of shopping, is exactly where I should be. So I had to be there most of the day. Midway through the morning I checked my phone and saw that I had a missed  a call and had voicemail from my caseworker. My pulse quickened and my palms started to sweat.  This was it!  I just walked out of the gym leaving my station and the kids to pick out whatever gaudy gift they wanted.  I couldn't wait.

Once outside the gym, I hit play and listened to my message.  My caseworker rambled on and on about an urgent email they received from Korea the night before.  We were required to get a new set of fingerprints.  This time from the FBI, not Homeland Security even though we had a set done a few months ago.  Those were irrelevant now.  She wondered could we get this done ASAP, could I call her back to discuss, could I do this all by Monday?  Our paperwork was up to move forward but could not unless we got this done.  It was a short window and she did not want us to miss it.  Again, this was not exactly what I thought I would be hearing. 

I finished out the afternoon at school, helped clean up and went home.  I called Ron and told him everything.  I then set up the appointments (thankfully this could be done the next day) and put Charlie down for a nap.  Next, I just sat down on the couch, perplexed.  I am still perplexed.

Not only did we not get a travel call, after talking with my caseworker I found out that best case scenario we might travel in March.  Worse case scenario we will travel in June.  I sucked in my breath and said "June, seriously?"  She went on to say that all the families ahead of us had waited eleven months to travel and June would be eleven months for us.  JUNE!   The warmth of June seems so far away from this chill of December.  I have no idea why we felt such a need to pray for November.   We really believed God would do it.  I still know He could have done it, but I just don't understand why He didn't.  Especially after all the confirmations we saw during the month of November.

We received three cards from different people in November.   They all said that God had laid us on their hearts and they were praying for us.  We also had a young woman approach us while we were walking Marge at a park.  She admitted that while she felt uncomfortable doing this, she believed God wanted her to pray for us.   She wondered "Was there anything we were specifically believing God for and could she pray over us?"   For real, that happened!   In addition, through a series of random events we were informed a local church found out we were adopting and wanted to support us.  We do not attend this church. Last week a $2,000 check arrived in the mail from them.   For real, that happened, too!  God was moving on our behalf left and right. 

As I sat on the couch reviewing all of this in my head, I wondered if I had missed Him completely?   Did I interpret His will according to what I wanted it to be?   I had spent the last six weeks with a restricted diet as a form of fasting.  Not so that He would do what I wanted but as an act of faith in accordance to what I believed He was doing.   Why did I, a girl who has an unhealthy love of sweets, give them up?  Was it all for nothing?  I wish I had some clear answers, but I don't.  Do I feel sad, mad and confused?   Heck,  yes and then some, but do you know what else I feel?  I feel thankful, grateful and assured that He is still good.

Thankful because after I sent out a text to our families with this update my dad called me a few seconds later.  I answered and he just said,  "Smooch, (apparently I can't outgrow that nickname) I love you."   Then he listened as I cried, encouraged me and pointed me back to the goodness of God.  He's a keeper.  My mom called as well only she was mad about the situation. The kind of mad that lets you know she loves your kid like you do and wants them home too. It's endearing.  Then came the text from Ron's sister.  She, more than most, knows what it's like to spend time on your knees speaking the Word of God over your child.  She encouraged me as well.  His parents let us know they would continue to pray, too.  I then texted my two dear friends who also happen to be neighbors.  One came walking across the street moments later with a bottle of wine in her hand and embraced me in a hug.  The other showed up later that night with an entire cake.  Clearly, the sweet fast is over.  Thankful for them all.

Grateful because while this was not what I had wanted to hear, it is news.  We now know where we stand and where our paperwork is in the process.  The not knowing is brutal and now I have some direction.  That is more than I had before I got the phone call.  As Ron reminded me, at least we are moving forward, slowly, but forward none the less. 

Assured because through the roller coaster of emotions I felt on Friday, I also felt Him.  He never leaves, ever.   He was there when I wasn't ready to talk with Him about it and He was there was I ready to yell at Him about it.  He is good even if I don't understand His ways.  I can trust Him because he has proved His faithfulness to me over and over.   He is worthy of my praise simply because of who He is. 

Now, I have a choice.  Over the last few months, I had purposely carved time just about every day to pray.  Do I continue to sacrifice other things to find time to spend with Him?  Let's be honest, It's easier to make the time when you think doing so might help you reach a goal.  Now that I know that is not going to happen will I try as hard to meet with Him? Heart Check...

Maybe I will never know what all of this praying was about. Maybe I will find out in a few months that something specific was happening in November and my part was to be obedient  and pray it through. In any case, while this is not at all how I hoped it would go,  the time spent in His presence is.