When I found out my caseworker was making a trip to MG's country, I was VERY excited. She was going to the city where MG is and was going to see her. I was so hungry for information about her personality and to know that someone I could ask an obsessive amount of questions was going to be the one to see her, well it was just what I needed!
The first few days she was in country she was staying in the capital. The main reason for her trip was because there were several cases going before the high court and she wanted to be there with the families. She emailed me several days into her trip and told me that the Orphanage Director expected my court date to be 12/5 or 12/6. WHAT????? Super, crazy, excited!!!! I started making a list of everything I would have to get accomplished, starting making my packing list, started researching airfare, and finally allowed myself to get REAL excited about it! Every morning I was obsessively checking my email looking for that long awaited travel confirmation.
It never came.
Instead, in a horrible string of events, one of the cases was dismissed by the court.
That family had been battling for their daughter for over four years.
How do you tell a precious girl who is beyond old enough to understand, a sweet girl who had spent time with her hopefully soon-to-be family, that the court said no?
My heart hurt so bad when I found out. I felt sick and all I could do was pray for them. I can not even begin to imagine the vacuum she must feel she was pulled into.
Because of these events, my coordinator stayed in the capital with the family. I felt like a horrible person because I was so disappointed that she wouldn't make the trip to MG's city after all. I was so looking forward to new pictures but most of all, I was already preparing my interrogation about MG's personality, does she still know I'm coming? Is she excited about me? Is she scared? Does she still have hope in her little heart?
And then I thought of the mom who will never be able to bring her daughter home.
I go back and forth between crying for her and praying for her because that's all I can do.
It took my caseworker 2 days to email me back about her trip to MG's city and the fact that they still don't have a court date for me. I know she didn't want to send that email. In her mind, I think the trip was going to turn out quite differently for everyone involved. I know she pours her heart into each case and she has prayer warriors who pray for each family. She is invested in her cases emotionally, spiritually and physically! Even though I am disappointed that she didn't go to MG's orphanage, I LOVE that she stayed with the family and loved on them and tried to provide comfort for them.
The day I received her email, I had been sick and was feeling emotionally lousy. Being so close and yet so far at the same time is really starting to take a toll on me. I get real excited just to get let down. But I'm fearful of guarding my heart so much that I become apathetic (not towards MG, just the process). I know that's not a healthy way to deal with the wait.
So while I was wallowing in self-pity, my dogs informed me that the mailman had arrived. A few days earlier, a friend of mine asked me for my address because she said she had a Christmas gift for M. I opened the box and inside was this beautiful, handmade purse from India.
I sat down and cried.
It is so beautiful and that kind gesture was exactly what I needed to renew my hope. One day SOON, my sweet baby girl will be carrying this purse around!
And you can bet that I will post a picture of that!
In the end, I have resigned myself yet again to surrender all of this to the Lord and to hope, wait, and trust in Him.
The first few days she was in country she was staying in the capital. The main reason for her trip was because there were several cases going before the high court and she wanted to be there with the families. She emailed me several days into her trip and told me that the Orphanage Director expected my court date to be 12/5 or 12/6. WHAT????? Super, crazy, excited!!!! I started making a list of everything I would have to get accomplished, starting making my packing list, started researching airfare, and finally allowed myself to get REAL excited about it! Every morning I was obsessively checking my email looking for that long awaited travel confirmation.
It never came.
Instead, in a horrible string of events, one of the cases was dismissed by the court.
That family had been battling for their daughter for over four years.
How do you tell a precious girl who is beyond old enough to understand, a sweet girl who had spent time with her hopefully soon-to-be family, that the court said no?
My heart hurt so bad when I found out. I felt sick and all I could do was pray for them. I can not even begin to imagine the vacuum she must feel she was pulled into.
Because of these events, my coordinator stayed in the capital with the family. I felt like a horrible person because I was so disappointed that she wouldn't make the trip to MG's city after all. I was so looking forward to new pictures but most of all, I was already preparing my interrogation about MG's personality, does she still know I'm coming? Is she excited about me? Is she scared? Does she still have hope in her little heart?
And then I thought of the mom who will never be able to bring her daughter home.
I go back and forth between crying for her and praying for her because that's all I can do.
It took my caseworker 2 days to email me back about her trip to MG's city and the fact that they still don't have a court date for me. I know she didn't want to send that email. In her mind, I think the trip was going to turn out quite differently for everyone involved. I know she pours her heart into each case and she has prayer warriors who pray for each family. She is invested in her cases emotionally, spiritually and physically! Even though I am disappointed that she didn't go to MG's orphanage, I LOVE that she stayed with the family and loved on them and tried to provide comfort for them.
The day I received her email, I had been sick and was feeling emotionally lousy. Being so close and yet so far at the same time is really starting to take a toll on me. I get real excited just to get let down. But I'm fearful of guarding my heart so much that I become apathetic (not towards MG, just the process). I know that's not a healthy way to deal with the wait.
So while I was wallowing in self-pity, my dogs informed me that the mailman had arrived. A few days earlier, a friend of mine asked me for my address because she said she had a Christmas gift for M. I opened the box and inside was this beautiful, handmade purse from India.
I sat down and cried.
It is so beautiful and that kind gesture was exactly what I needed to renew my hope. One day SOON, my sweet baby girl will be carrying this purse around!
And you can bet that I will post a picture of that!
In the end, I have resigned myself yet again to surrender all of this to the Lord and to hope, wait, and trust in Him.