God also has a desire to be our stronghold in hard times. I have been so blessed to not be sad or depressed or too anxious about our referral (way back when!) or even our court date (next Monday!) and I am so thankful for that. But lately, I have found my own struggle in the adoption world: updates.
There have been several families to travel since our referral, all pledging to do their best to look in on our boy. I understand that there are lots of things to prevent that. I understand. Really I do. It's been nice to hear from other families that our boy does indeed exist and that he is well loved. I just really wish someone could tell me something about him. It is so hard to hear again and again that people didn't see him or that he was sleeping in another room. It's even harder to read the updates of children on other family blogs about how their children are smiling and growing and giggling -- or rolling and crawling and walking. I know our little boy is young and not doing a lot, but I just wish that we had something to hold on to. During this complaining and griping is when the Savior reminds me to hold on to Him.