ho hum

My best friend, Christina, drove through downtown last week during the International Festival. She told me all about how Ethiopia was on her left and it was so bright and colorful. Right across the street from Ethiopia was the place you go to meet up with your lost kiddos or find them if they get separated. Christina said it was such a fun thing to see, "Right next to Ethiopia was a big sign that read 'Find Your Children Here' -- because that's what you're doing!"  Doesn't God have a fun sense of humor.

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.