Time to Wait

These days, I am distracted. Completely dropped the ball on a couple of things I was supposed to do. Forgot altogether, which isn't really like me.
My mind is ever preoccupied as we wait for word about the boy. It is not easy.
Although quite challenging is this season, I'm continually aware of God redeeming this time for us. Every single day of July has been full of wondering, anticipation, curiosity. Will we get an answer about the child who has taken hold of our hearts right along with our beloved girl? As each business day draws to an end, a light crushing feeling comes over me, the realization that it will not be today....
Friday afternoons are the worst.
I rest in the knowledge that there is One who does know the answer, our future. He who sees the beginning from the end has got this all figured out and He cares for those little ones, knows every hair on their heads, every tear they cry. For now, I pray and trust in His plans for our lives, all 9 of us. As I try to use this time of anticipation thoughtfully to draw near to God, casting my cares upon Him, there remains a certain anxiousness that goes along with not knowing if The Boy will be our son. This adoption process has been full of torn emotion.

We received several WONDERFUL pictures this week from a couple who traveled to Ethiopia to pick up their baby boy in June and visited the orphanage where Meadow and the boy live. What a gift! She was able to describe the facility and snapped several photos of each of the children there. All the kids love to read the (1!) book they have. Can you believe that? We will remedy that when we go and are assembling items to take with us for the orphanage. As happy as I am about the prospect of picking up little Deutschlings from that home, I know leaving the many behind, those waiting for parents, will be devastating. Adoption is full of joy mingled with sorrow.
My Wait Time Heartache has got nothing on theirs.