For those who know me well, you know this adoption is a s--t--r--e--t--c--h in nearly every way possible. While I have no doubt that the Lord has the building of my character in mind, and this is all likely good for me, right now it doesn't FEEL so good, and it is overall just not a pleasant experience tonight.
I'm referring specifically to the presence of hurricane Isaac in my stomach. The committee met at our placement agency on Tuesday to determine if they would allow us to adopt two little girls. Our case manager isn't saying anything other than:
1. Their director of social services is waiting on a call back from our social worker
and
2. They want me to talk with another family who adopted two unrelated children through them last year.
So.... I sent out a HELP to our local people who plan to call them tomorrow. (This is where I really hate that the west coast people don't get into the office until noon our time.)
And, I reminded our caseworker that I have already spoken with the family, and have stayed in touch with them via email. But, since she brought it up, maybe I'll call them again. This lady in Virginia, of all people, likely knows how crazy I'm feeling this evening.
It is very difficult on a Mama's heart to have other people planning what happens to our little girls! Still, I know we serve a sovereign God and He will bring His plan to pass. Do keep praying that the "right" decisions are made this week.
