Waiting is hard, ...and easy... and hard.

A few days ago at the craft store I couldn't resist picking up a few (free) silk flowers that had fallen on the floor. I never particularly liked silk flowers until I knew we were going to have a daughter. Now, every time we go to the craft store, I ask the cashier if I may keep the flowers that have fallen to the ground. I have a whole drawer full of silk daisies, pansies, and other blooms in different colors and sizes. I plan to sew or glue them onto hair clippies, head bands, hats, or tutus for our daughter some day... 

Life has a fairly regular pace around here, and time neither seems to fly nor drag by. Life is good, and we are happy. It is so fun to see and experience our boys growing. I feel content. 

At the same time, little things throughout our day remind me that a piece of my heart is in Ethiopia. I yearn for our little girl, wonder if she has been born, even conceived yet, far away in Ethiopia. 

These past two weeks two families from our agency got referrals for infant girls. Several others met their little ones for the first time in Ethiopia, and still others passed Embassy and got to bring their sons and daughters home. All of these things are GOOD because they mean that little ones are united with their Mommas and Dads, and (selfishly) because this means we move up the wait list (yay!). Every time children go home with their families, the open spots in the Transition Home in Ethiopia can be filled with more children who can in turn be referred to families... 

I will protect You.

We've hunkered down for a long wait. We applied to AWAA in March 2011, and sent our dossier to Ethiopia in August 2011. Friends have started to ask us "if we are still adopting" - the answer is YES, we are. Then they ask us how long we will still have to wait... to which I answer, "judging by current projected wait times, between 5 and 18 more months, but it could be longer."  

The day WILL come when our phone rings with the amazing news that we have a daughter. I feel anxious to see, meet, hold, love her. Last weekend I framed an 8x12inch print I made of my "I will protect you" painting and hung it in our entryway. It is my reminder to myself that the day WILL come when my daughter will be ours, and we will be hers. 

~Please continue to pray with us that everything goes smoothly with our adoption process. 

Please pray with us for our daughter's birth mother and family.

Please pray for the Ethiopian officials who will be deciding the course of so many adoptions. 

Please pray for our hearts as we wait.

Thank you.

We fully trust in God's perfect timing. He knows who our daughter is, and He will watch over her.