April 12th. Today is the day we went to court and officially adopted Abraham.
Woke up at 4am giddy with nerves. Re-read our information. Memorized everything once more. Got ready and paced all over the room. Our driver came late and off we went in a hurry. It was a very far drive and by the time we got to the courthouse, we were so late and our name was already called. Not the best start and we could tell. The judge did let us meet with him, for which we were grateful. The judge was fine… Not kind. Not rude. Just fine. I don’t think I have ever smiled bigger or enthusiastically shook my head more as we answered all of his questions. I felt like a ventriloquist puppet with a huge goofy grin plastered on my face. At the end, we asked to expedite the decree and he reluctantly said that it would be done in the afternoon. Our lawyer, however, did not care. He said he would not stay until the afternoon and wait for the decree. We pleaded and he told us that MOWA was actually closed for a month. Information we were not made aware of. (The court decree must go to MOWA who will then write a letter of approval. We need this approval letter to obtain his passport, visa, submit to embassy, etc).
What does this mean? Well, this means that unless some miracle takes place, we cannot proceed with anything for a month. This explains why our lawyer was not in a rush to get the court decree. He did say that he will try to see if MOWA will make an exception and write an approval letter before they reopen. But he can make no promises. He is not in a hurry and you can see it on his face and hear it in his tone. You can imagine our shock. Immediate tears. Fury. Total and complete helplessness. Abraham will come home with us to the guesthouse within the next few days but we can’t even go to step #2 for a month? And he knew this before we even left for our trip but he did not tell us this information. Why? Who freaking knows.
We have determination. We have grit. We have tenacity. But we cannot open a closed government agency.
Lord, Have mercy.
The only phrase I can currently breath in and breath out.
Lord, Have Mercy.
Listen, we have been here before. In need of a miracle. Wanting to put the quarter in the machine so we can get what we want. Praying like never before. Bargaining with God like He is the marketplace and we are the buyer. The desperation is palpable every time we go through it.
But, here is the bottom line. There are two lessons that we learned a long time ago… And Scott and I know them to our core…
God loves our children more than we could ever love them.
And sometimes, miracles don’t happen. Sometimes, you walk through some fire. Sometimes, the broken world seems to win for a little while.
And so, because of those two lessons, we do not fear. We will still pray that a miracle happens and we can get Abraham home much sooner and get him the care we are realizing more and more that he needs. But, no matter when this takes place or how this takes place, we trust in the goodness of God…
Abraham will come home. And so will we.
And if you pray. Pray that mountains are moved.
But, if they don’t move the way we want them to, God is still so so good and we are so so loved.