the waiting room

There’s a sweet little room in our house that has a sweet little bed layered with vintage quilts made by generations gone by.  This room is different from any room in our house.  True, I have four sons, and so Star Wars and hues of blue are more common around here than florals and pinks.  But this room is also empty.  Still waiting for our sweet girl to arrive.

Due to “unprecedented delays” on the Ethiopian adoption front, our six month timeline from referral to travel has now turned into eight months and counting.  This is what adoptive parents mean when they talk about the emotional roller coaster.  I thought it would be the finances that caused anxiety, but I can see how “hurry up and wait” is the hardest thing in the world.  But God has the perfect timing already worked out, and we are resting in that.

{the nitty gritty:  Our case has completed the U.S. Embassy’s process for Ethiopian adoptions.  We are now waiting for the Ethiopian courts to set our court dates.  First is the finder court, which we do not have to be present for.  Then, shortly after that, we will schedule our travel to be present to legally adopt our girl.  Finally, we return one more time after documents have been processed to pick her up — “gotcha day!” — and bring her home.  We’re almost there!}