Then it
happened.
It was time to go to preschool. I was ready. The baby was in
her car seat. We needed to go. I had given the girls the transition phrase 2 minutes
earlier. My words went unheard. The girls were still playing. I was upset that
they weren’t obeying. My 3 year old looked up and said, “You said two more
minutes!” When I replied I had given her 2 more minutes she replied. “Two more
minutes means we have more time. We always have more time to play and you make us clean up early!”
I thought of this memory last week as we wait to hear news from Haiti.
In the last 2 ½ years that Chris has been home we’ve been waiting. And waiting.
And waiting to hear the news that it is time to go visit Baby Girl and “bond”
with her on our bonding trip. It will be a 15- day trip where we will be
observed and interviewed for 1 of those days by a Haitian Social Worker. They
will then write up the meeting and place it with our dossiers so that we can
move to the next step of having Baby Girl declared a Hires by the Haitian
courts.
We feel like the toys are put away, our shoes are on and now
we are tugging. “Come on! It’s time to gooooo!” Through the past few years, we have
been told to hope. We’ve been thanked for our patience. We’ve been told it
shouldn’t be much longer now. We are still waiting. Still hoping. Still being
thanked for our patience. But we are still being told – “Ok, kids, 2 more
minutes.”
Please pray for our hearts as we continue to wait on our Haiti invitation for travel (and on a job for Tracy).
Psalm 27:14 (esv)
Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait for the LORD!
Psalm 42:11 (esv)
Why are you cast down, O my soul, and why are you in turmoil within me?
Hope in God; for I shall again praise him, my salvation and my God.
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