Paving the Way

 

The last two weeks have been slightly a relief-knowing that we would NOT be receiving any word from Rwanda helped me not race to the computer every time I walk in the door (thank goodness I don't have a Blackerry...AKA "Crackberry"). I'd be a mess with one of those during this process! On a more serious note, we were broken into last week (I walked in the house when the individual was upstairs), and Peter was out of town, so we were dealing with those kinds of issues on the home front. Not so surprisingly, Keith's Bible verse in his 5 year old class at church was Psalm 56:3 "When I am afraid, I will put my trust in You."

Last night before Peter left for Texas, we spent time praying together. We prayed for our son Myles-that God would be with him in the orphanage and that he would be comforted by the Presence of his Creator during this time of being without a family. Even though he hasn't been chosen for us yet--it is a crazy feeling to know that Myles is there. A little baby boy is waiting for us, and us for him. We prayed for the nuns who will be making the prayerful "choice" of who Myles is. All we know at this point is that our file is on the desk of the individual who will be approving it. We have been told it should be any day. We are hopeful and eager for the file to move to the orphanage so we can receive our referral. Thank you for praying for us during this wait.

Delay

Just heard that we won't be hearing anything from the Minister of Gender until the week of the 26th. The woman in charge of adoption files is on leave until then.

Weekly Update

Still hoping to hear from the Ministry of Gender this week that our file will move to the orphanage.

Hills

Myles, we got your a high chair today--found one on craigslist from a dear family nearby. (thanks Carolyn!) It's in the kitchen for now-not that we need any other reminders to pray for you. Lili showed me where to put it because she said it needed to be near her seat on the bench.

I am so impatient. It helps to continually give you back to your Maker. How is it that we don't even "have" you yet but we're already having to learn to give you to Him?! This is sometimes an hourly battle for me. Today I found peace in Psalm 121 again. Keith and Lili can't wait to teach you these verses when you come. "I lift my eyes to the hills--where does my help come from? My help comes from the Lord, the Maker of heaven and earth." I think of the hills in Rwanda and I can't help by recall the magnitude and beauty of His creation. I want to keep my eyes on the Maker, and not on my anxious thoughts while we wait for you to come home.