We’re making progress. It’s slow though. Did you ever see those movies where people are walking through the jungle and the guy in front chops away the jungle vines with a machete? I feel like God is the guy with the machete. He’s just clearing the path for us. But, we still have to walk behind faithfully.
The day was full of little miracles. People’s hearts were softened. And, if the unthinkable happens and I have to start some of the paperwork over, I now have a contact and a path to do it. We’re still praying for that miracle though. We are all afraid to hope, but we do anyway, because that’s just how God made this trio of women. He gave us each other so that when one loses it, the other two are there to slap her and tell her to “SNAP OUT OF IT!!!”. We don’t really “beat” each other, but poor Raelynn, she almost got it at one point, which is scary, because she could TOTALLY kick my scrawny butt. She has the self-awareness to know when she’s had it though, it’s what I love about all of us. We know when we’re on the edge and we buoy each other up. I’m sure my two compadres have felt like slapping me too on occasion. Especially when you’ve lived in a 250 square foot room with six people (and one bathroom) for almost a week. Our kids have TOTAL cabin fever. We’re in survival mode.
I can’t comment on the events of today, other than to say that we’re getting closer to the end, come what may. But please keep praying!!! We feel your prayers, and they work. I attribute your prayers to the fact that we found a true angel on earth to guide us. She is our new “auntie” and calls us her daughters. We adore her. And, if we make it out of this, I owe her my children.
I also need to send it out to my mama posse over here. We’re bonded for life now. We’ve seen each other’s worst and each other’s best. As we sat on the floor at the Social Welfare Building today, not speaking, just praying, Kara lifted her head and reminded Raelynn and I that if we make it out of this we’re all bonded for life. That we are, Kara. I’ll get the t-shirts printed…”Out of Africa 2010″. God willing, we’ll all be wearing them soon.
who could really use a burger, fries and a chocolate shake. The children have nicknamed her “shrunken white chicken”. It’s true. I’m disgustingly thin. Not thin like a supermodel either, thin like a disgusting hobo. This is week three, and I’m feeling it.