“The paperwork will be ready tomorrow”. This is like my daily wake up call. So, if the paperwork really isn’t ready tomorrow I will be boarding the next flight to Ghana. In Ghana I will be forced to wait until it is ready, which means I have no idea when I’ll be coming back. I have five children, a business, a career and grad school here, and I have no idea when I’ll return. There is a curse word for this, but I won’t utter it since this is a G-rated blog (except for the granny panties on my daughter’s head pictured below).
I could write a book about what has happened over the last few days. If you read back to the beginning of this blog, you will see where it all began, with a failed adoption in Ethiopia and a phone call from Utah asking for help with for a child who was burned. I walked into Ghana naively expecting this to be easy. Heal the sick, hug the orphans and everything else will be okay. This process, and some of the other Americans I have had the misfortune to encounter along the way, have left me crawling out of Ghana. This process has officially brought me to my knees and it has slowed to a pace where I’m pretty sure I could crawl out of Ghana before my kid’s paperwork is ever ready.
who thinks being brought to her knees put her in a good position to pray, because there really isn’t anything else to be done.