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The "Work" Day Is Over In Rwanda

Well, it is after 5:00 in Rwanda and I didn't get an email back from the Minister. (For those of you just following, I emailed the Minister yesterday thanking her for the Approval Letter and letting her know that we were wanting to adopt a specific boy who is enrolled in Sonrise School and not living in the orphanage mentioned in my letter.) Anyway, I didn't hear back from the Minister. I'm not sure if that means anything at all. It is a long shot that she will let us adopt a child that we have "picked out." I understand that.

I just know that God is a god of miracles and that He gives us the desires of our hearts. I know that if Lionel is supposed to be our son, then he will be regardless of what our Approval Letter says. I also know that if Lionel isn't supposed to be our son, then God has a much more perfect fit for our family already in the works. I just have to trust! I know that. . .I just don't want to "give up" on adopting Lionel until I get the big stop sign from the Minister. I also don't want to hold on too long if there is something Andy needs to do while he is in Rwanda this week. I need patience. I need direction. I need to trust. Do I need to be creative? I'm not sure if that goes beyond patience and trust.

I'm a control freak. . .that is something I've realized about myself this year and situations like this are not ideal for us control freaks in the world.

So, please pray. Pray that we will get direction. Pray that our hearts will be good with that direction! Also, for those of you new to my blog, pray for Hays's heart as it is breaking with the news we got from the Minister yesterday. Thanks!

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I just heard from Andy and he meets with Bishop John tomorrow at 10:00 a.m. (which is 3:00 a.m. CST). That meeting could be VITAL for our adoption! Andy will also be meeting Lionel and his friends: Isaac, Fabi, and Sunday while he is at Bishop John's school. I cannot wait to hear about the meeting with Bishop and Andy meeting Lionel and I cannot wait to see the pictures!

God, please bring us our son. We want Lionel to be in our family to have him as our son and as our children's brother. You know what is best for Lionel and what is best for our family. I trust you, but I beg you for the desire of my heart! You are good. You know me. You know what is best for me. I love you, Lord!

Comments

Darin Wales said…
Being an adoptive parent myself, lifting you up in prayer! God IS good!
emily said…
These posts are killing me my friend- I'm hanging on every word. :)

He is good, He is sovereign and NOTHING can thwart His plan!

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