It’s gray and gloomy outside and we are just under blankets and watching Peppa Pig. The day has not unfolded as expected.
I have a bad headache and fibro is aching deep in my bones. This weather does it to me every time.
Today, I saw my doctor for my routine bloodwork and check-ins. We talked adoption and I told him what his part in the whole thing would be. He has to say that he thinks I can handle adopting this child, this little girl who is already ours in our heart.
“They’ll want to know if you think health wise if we can handle another child.”
“Well.” He said. “Do you think you can handle it?”
“Yes.” I said. “I can do anything.”
He laughed and agreed. He’s been my doctor for 15 years. He knows.
As I drove home, I thought about the weight of his words with the Powers that Be in Eastern Europe.. How all of this rests in the hands of “Official” types of people. Our social worker for the adoption, our home study social worker, our social worker in Sylvie’s country…the judges that will read over our files.
There is so much at play here and so many little windows for the Enemy to try and climb through.
So…today, as I snuggle in my chair with Nora and a heating pad…will you pray for us? Will you pray for favor with the Powers That Be?
We’ve got to pray this Daughter home.