One Year Past "Good-bye"

I hate mice.  I. HATE. MICE.  I spent my evening cleaning out and loading up my pantry into Rubbermaid bins for the second time in three months.  “Why?”, you might ask- Mice.  Yuck yuck yuck. 

I had this moment tonight where I felt like screaming as I swept up more mouse poo,- “Why in the world do we need mice?! There can be no purpose for mice!”

Upon googling “what are mice good for?” I found one response that indicated that mice play an important role in both the food chain and in controlling the growth of natural grains.  Hmm.  Not totally satisfied, because I could do without the snakes that eat them, too.

Sometimes there is crap in life that feels a bit like mice.  What in the great big world could be the purpose of said “crap?”  (Sorry if you’re not a fan of that word, but it’s honesty a tad nicer than what I’m thinking.)  I serve a God that promises to have a plan for my life.  He promises to use all things for my good, even the crap,- to give purpose where there is seemingly none.  It is this promise that I cling to this week,  and no, not because I am ready to go on a mouse-killing expedition (sorry PETA friends…), but because of some outright C.R.A.P. that has made its way into our lives this year.

One year ago today, I said good-bye to a tiny, beautiful, smiley baby girl named Mihret- you know her as our Addie.   On this day, I sat in a dirty court waiting area with a seventeen year-old girl and her three year-old daughter, with hopes that Addie would be made a Baker.  I held this teenage girl as she cried.  I told her that she had given me the greatest gift imaginable and that I would love her child with all that I had.  I assured her that I would pray for her daily.  My words weren’t much, but it was all I had to offer this hurting young girl that day. 

We left that courtroom with the wonderful, bitter sweet news that Addie would most likely be made ours.  The judge had ruled the father didn't have to be found, and her mother wanted us to adopt her.  All we were waiting on was a letter from MOWA (Ministry of Women’s and Children’s Affairs.)  We went back to the transition home and ran to get our girl.  I must have kissed her little face a thousand times.  I remember the next few hours so vividly that I have a hard time believing a whole year has passed.   We introduced Addie to my dad via Facetime, and all he did was cry and laugh.  He had no idea what we had said when he got off the phone with us.   We took Addie up to our room to pack up the last few things, and we took photos of her with a picture Payton had drawn of our family.   As we walked her back to her itty-bitty, dark room, I assured her a million times that I loved her dearly, and I promised her I would be back for her. 

It takes all I have to keep writing after that last sentence.  I told her I would be back.  November 7^th, 2012, she became legally ours.  She got her passport and birth certificate that said William and Jodi Baker as mother and father.  She was ours.  We were two days from submitting our case to the US Embassy.  I was going to go back to get her.

And then it happened.   Crap.  Crap happened.

Most of you don’t know exactly what happened, and that’s okay.  You know the bottom line.  On December 31^st, 2012, the Ethiopian court decided to renounce the adoption and hand Addie over to her birth father (who by the way, we have been told, is most likely not raising her…)  And just like that, I was not going back to get her.  My promise was broken, and my heart was shattered. 

Please, please, don’t write to me and tell me that we should rejoice when an orphan is reunited with her family.  Please don’t tell me that it all worked out the way it should.  First of all, I would like to say that I’m with you- it is a wonderful thing when a child is reunited with her family- some, if not most of the time.  But, I’ve said it before, I’ll say it now- we live in a world completely messed up and broken by sin, and it is NOT always best for a child to be with his or her biological family.  Please, don’t make a judgment about our situation- there are only a handful of people who know our whole story regarding Addie, and we have our reasons for that. 

No matter where you stand on what happened to us, believers are called to rejoice with those who rejoice and weep with those that weep.   When Lazarus died, the scriptures tell us that “Jesus wept.”  For a long time, I thought that meant that Jesus was really sad that his friend died.  Upon further study of the passage, I came to realize that although we do not have an inside track on what he was thinking, it wouldn’t make much sense for Jesus to be crying that Lazarus had died.  Jesus knew better than anyone where Lazarus was going now that he had died, and quite frankly, Jesus knew that Lazarus wasn’t going to stay dead.  So, if that’s the case, why did he cry?  My study Bible suggests that it was for one of two (or both) reasons- First, it could have been because he was grieved at the effects of sin.  He saw what sin caused- in this case the ultimate consequence- death.  Secondly, it could have been because he was grieved over the sadness of his friends.  Jesus hurt when he saw his friends hurt.  

For those that have cried with us, prayed with us, lost sleep with us, and felt the pain with us, “Thank you.”  We have discovered that despite your care, however, grief can be lonely.  It can be overwhelming.  It can be depressing and isolating.   

This Sunday, the grief hit me hard.  That was the day that marked one year since we met Addie.  That was the day I was screaming, “What in the world is the purpose of all this CRAP?!”  I could see my Ellie, and of course that provided some comfort, but if I’m perfectly honest with you, I prayed everyday for a very long time that God would give us both girls.  I begged Him to do things my way- it made sense to me that Ellie was supposed to be ours and Addie was supposed to be ours, but in order for us to have both girls we had to lose Addie first.  Then, God was supposed to gloriously sweep in and miraculously bless us with two sweet baby girls.  In case you’ve missed it in reading, that didn’t happen.  Sunday I was angry.  I was defeated.

We headed to church that morning, and the tears were already flowing.  We went to Southeast Christian, and Natalie Grant was leading worship that day.  The second song she sang was “Your Great Name.”  Back in September of 2012, I posted the lyrics to that song, and a video of it on this blog- the blog where I announced we would be going to court for Addie on October 20.  Despite my girl being thousands of miles away, in an orphanage, I found immense comfort in the fact that “the fatherless, they find their rest, at the sound of Your great name…”  Hearing those same exact words sung one year later, in the midst of my grief, was like a knife at first.  Then, by His grace, I recognized that the truth of those lyrics had not changed, and they became like healing balm.  Addie can still find her rest in the Father.  By this point I was on the verge of hysterical- sorry to my brother-in-law, Josh, who had the joy of sitting next to my blubbering self. 

The Holy Spirit wasn't done speaking, though.  The next song was a new one called, “In the End.”  Here are the lyrics:

Can’t catch a break, you’ve had your fill of old clichés,

Like ‘life is hard but God is good,’

And even though it’s true,

It won’t stop what you’re going through,

I wish that I could say it would-

BUT HE’S OUTSIDE OF WHAT YOU FEEL.

It might not make sense,

BUT ONE DAY IT WILL.

There’s coming a day, the sun will always shine.

He’s gonna wipe away every tear from your eye.

So hold on, my brother,

Things are gonna get better,

You’re gonna smile again.

‘Cause we win in the end.

You’re standing still,

Life has handed you a bitter pill,

 And once again you’re on your face.

You’ve got questions, 

plenty of secret confessions,

Wondering if you’ve run out of grace…

But He’s outside of what you feel.

This life is just a moment,

BUT OUR FOVEVER IS SEALED.

There’s coming a day, the sun will always shine.

He’s gonna wipe away every tear from your eye.

So hold on, my brother,

Things are gonna get better,

You’re gonna smile again.

‘Cause we win in the end.

It won’t be about the streets of gold or pearly gates,

Harps and wings or diamond lakes,

All I know is that He’s gonna hold you, hold me,

Heartache will disappear,

These questions will become clear,

LIFE WILL ALL MAKE SENSE,

IN THE END.

There’s coming a day, the sun will always shine.

He’s gonna wipe away every tear from your eye.

So hold on, my brother,

Things are gonna get better,

You’re gonna smile again.

‘Cause we win in the end.

Thank you, Jesus, “we win in the end.”  We win because He wins.  There is nothing about our journey with Addie that makes sense, but one day it will. 

Later that day, we went to the pumpkin patch with a big group of friends from our former church.  I sat at a table with Ellie Claire, Payton, and my niece and nephew, while my sister, Angie, and Billy waited in a line to get us a snack.  Angie looked over and wore a funny expression.  “We sat right at that table  when you Facetimed us from Ethiopia last year.”  Again, the pain washed over me.  I kissed my Ellie, and wept just a tad before remembering, “We win in the end.” 

There is CRAP in this world.  We can’t say that everything works out the way it should, because it doesn’t.  If it did, Eve wouldn’t have eaten that blasted apple, and we would walk hand-in-hand, face-to-face (quite literally) with the Father.  If things worked out the way they were supposed to, there would be no hungry kids, no shootings at high schools, no war, no hate, no orphans.  Things are MESSED up all the time, but our God shows His great grace and mercy and care for us in how He daily redeems all that CRAP.  Full redemption won’t happen until we are back face-to-face with Him, and we wait eagerly for that day.

In the meantime, I’m beyond thankful for the way He speaks to us.  He used music, like He often does, to speak to me on Sunday.  On Monday, He used the devotional book, Jesus Calling.  That day’s text said, “Be prepared to let go of anything I take from you, but never let go of my hand.”  Okay, Jesus, I’m holding on for dear life.

Then, Payton and I opened up the Jesus Calling Storybook Bible, which we’ve been reading through, and turned to the next story- Job.  (If you don't know the story, God allowed Job to lose EVERYTHING precious to him.) This was the same story Payton had turned to the day we lost Addie. 

I didn’t write much on the blog the day we lost her, but I did write this-

"The Lord gave, and The Lord has taken away; blessed be the name of The Lord."  Job 1:21

We're still blessing His name.  We will bless His name until He comes back for us, and then we’ll keep blessing His name for eternity. 

I don’t know what kind of CRAP all of you are experiencing, but I know the God who redeems it.  I know the God who redeems messed up, crappy people like myself.  There are “mice” in all our lives, but if you know the Creator, Savior, God Eternal, your “mice” will have purpose.  If not, drop me a message- I’d love to introduce you to the One who “wins in the end.”

For those of you who know the Redeemer, I have a challenge for you- There is an awesome ministry, based here in Louisville, called Eyes that See.   Go check out the following link, and I am asking those who are able to make a donation in honor of Addie.  This is one of many ministries in Ethiopia that seeks to help hurting women, and it makes it possible for these women to provide for their children and themselves.  May Addie's and her sweet Mama's lives compel us to do something.  Thanks, friends.

www.eyesthatsee.org

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Here’s a link to Natalie Grant’s new album, with a sampling of “In the End.”  http://nataliegrant.com/music/

It’s a GREAT song, and I highly recommend heading to iTunes now and purchasing it.  And, no, she did not pay me to say that. :) 

FINALLY.

Hey Friends!

So, it’s been a bit (like since June) since my last blog, but we’ve been a tad busy J.  Last I wrote to you, I was asking you to pray that our finder interview would go well at the US Embassy in Addis.  The following morning, at VBS, I was watching the clock, checking my phone every few minutes.  Nine thirty rolled around, and I resigned myself to the fact that we wouldn’t be hearing our coveted news that morning.  Then my phone rang.

We cleared Embassy!!!! Thank you, Jesus.  Within a few hours, our plane tickets were booked, and we were all set to head out on June 27.  After years and months of waiting, and hope after hope being crushed, something had finally gone the way we had wanted.  Honestly, I was stunned.  I think I had begun to believe that “His ways are not our ways…” meant that we never are blessed with that for which we have asked.  This huge “Yes!” to our prayers floored me.  I was going to get my girl.

We packed as quickly as possible and prayed we had everything that we could possibly need.  Let me just tell you, this was a ridiculously difficult task.  Packing for a week in Ethiopia for yourself, your husband, and a baby you really don’t know, and preparing for a 17 hour flight home with said child is just plain overwhelming.  Amazingly, we got it all done and only managed to forget a few essentials- which, by the way, somehow were less essential when we finally had our baby in our arms.

A huge blessing on this trip was that we were able to travel there and back with some wonderful friends we met on our second trip.  We arrived in Addis with our friends, the Smiths, and headed to the guesthouse where we would be staying.  Although we were filthy dirty after flying for what seemed like days and days (actually 2 days), we loaded up the bus and began the trek across the city to the transition home where our girls lived.  Who has time for a shower when you haven’t seen your baby for months?!  (I was thankful for the dry shampoo my sister had given me before we left- even if it did explode ALL over the bathroomJ).

As we pulled up to the transition home, my heart began pounding in my chest.  Could this really be happening?!  Was I here to bring my child home?!  We went inside and waited eagerly for the nannies to bring us Ellie. 

And then, after what seemed like an eternity apart, we were together.  She was ours, and we were hers.  Forever. 

She was a little overwhelmed and shed a few tears when we were first reunited, but it didn’t take her too long to warm back up to us.  We greeted several kiddos who remembered us by name from the previous trip, and said a few tearful good-byes to the precious women who had cared for our children.  These ladies give their lives to care for the fatherless, and they watch as countless children leave them to go to the United States with their new families.  They are so happy for the children, but the pain in their eyes reveals their heartache as they must say good-bye.  I am forever grateful to these women for the love and care they selflessly gave both Ellie and Addie.  “Thank you” is nowhere close to being an adequate expression of my gratitude. 

After good-byes, we headed back to the guesthouse to begin our new life together.   As we drove back across the town, Ellie slept in my arms- no, car seats are not considered essential or even slightly necessary in Ethiopia- and I just stared at her in wonder.  How was this finally happening?

We spent the next several days at the guesthouse, without power, and tried to pass the time as best we could.  We were told that we could not leave the guesthouse with Ellie, so we stayed there most of the trip.  One afternoon we went to the market and to the Sheraton to eat dinner, and left Ellie at the guesthouse with a nanny.  Another day, we went to Woudneh’s new home for lunch.  What a privilege to be welcomed into his home and to listen to the incredible stories of his amazing life!  West Sands and Lifeline are so blessed to be able to trust that their children are in this man’s hands.

The one time we were able to take Ellie Claire out with us was when we went to the Embassy.  I wish I had some grand story of our experience there, but it was so uneventful and un-ceremonial and quick that I barely remember it.  We walked up to a window, answered a handful of questions, and were on our way.

We waited a day or two for Ellie’s visa, and then the long awaited day came.  It was time to go home.  We piled our bags into the van and prepared to leave.  Then, it happened- my most stellar mommy moment ever- All the bags were loaded, and I headed out to the van, thinking, “Shoo, can’t believe we’re finally leaving.  Hmm… seems like I’m forgetting something." ….....“Billy!  Where’s Ellie?!”  I ran back inside to find my girl lying on a mat on the floor, looking around like, “Ummmm Helloooo?” The folks inside just laughed as I scooped her up and ran out again, assuring her that of course, I didn’t forget her. J

The trip to the airport was one of the most bittersweet moments of my life.  I stared out the windows trying to etch pictures of Ethiopia into my memory.  I was overwhelmed with joy that I was finally bringing my daughter home, but saddened to be taking her from this country that I had grown to love.   I was also overcome with grief as I sobbed to Billy, “She’s somewhere out there, …and I’m just leaving her.” 

Addie.

She’s there.  I’m not. 

One year ago today, Billy and I boarded a plane to Ethiopia for the first time.  As I consider all that has happened since, I am somewhat paralyzed by the various emotions that flood my heart.  I do not understand every reason why Addie was a part of our journey, but I am thankful that she was.  I am thankful that even if it was only for two short months, I was legally her mother.  I ache when I consider what we know of her current situation, and then ache even more when I realize how little we know or will ever know about where she is. 

I allowed myself just a moment to grieve that day- just a moment, because this day was supposed to be about joy.  This day was about getting on a plane and going home so that two of my girls could be together- so that our family could be together.

We got on board the plane and settled in for what was to be a loooooong flight.  The Smith’s and I sat in one row with the girls in bassinets, and Billy sat behind us.  Between the four of us, we managed to keep the babies happy for most of the trip.  As we finally touched down on US soil, I felt my whole body release a deep sigh of relief.  She was home.  We were home.

We went through customs and immigration, and on July 4^th, 2013, our country’s birthday, Elloree Claire Yetnayet Baker became a citizen of the United States of America.   Glory, glory, hallelujah!

We waited for a flight from DC to Charlotte, and then flew from Charlotte to Louisville.  Ellie did great, but was not too thrilled with us for putting her on two more planes.  As soon as we got on the flight from DC to Charlotte, she threw up EVERYWHERE.  That was super fun.  Super fun.  We were exhausted, filthy and now covered in baby puke.  Super. Fun.

When we arrived in Louisville, I cried like a baby before we even got off the plane- mostly because I was so thankful that my family was finally about to be together, but there were a few tears that definitely fell out of pure exhaustion and relief that the world’s longest trip was finally over. 

We changed out of our baby puke clothes and began the walk through the airport.  The anticipation was enough to kill me.  As we neared security, we could hear our friends and family and see a few faces straining to see if we were coming.  And then…

THAT WAS A GOOOOOOD DAY!  Holding my girls in my arms at the same time for the first time was a moment I will never ever ever forget.  I remember my exact thought as Payton jumped into my embrace- "Thank you, Jesus.  Thank you, Jesus."  He is just so good.  So very good.  And I am so ridiculously underserving.

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This morning, in the car, I told Payton I needed to listen to some music about Jesus, because I was feeling a bit sad.  She asked “why?” and I explained heavy-heartedly that I was thinking about Addie.  Payton sighed and said, “I miss her, Mommy.  I wish we could have two babies.”  Me too, baby.  Me too. 

His ways are not our ways. I know this.  If they were, we wouldn’t have waited a year for our first referral.  We wouldn’t have lost our Addie.  And then I would never have known this face- this face that I absolutely adore…

I wouldn’t know that wrinkled nose.  I wouldn’t know that funny lambie laugh.  I wouldn’t know her slobbery kisses.  I wouldn’t know those arms that now reach for me to hold her.  I wouldn’t know that hysterical army crawl.  I wouldn’t know that beautiful smile every time I sing “Jesus Loves Me.”  I wouldn’t know her AWESOME dance moves. 

Let me be clear, Ellie did not replace Addie.  Children are not replaceable.  She did however, bring immense joy in our sorrow, and she continues to do so each and every day.  To say we are thankful to have her home is the world’s biggest understatement. 

I’ll update you on life with Ellie Claire and post more pics of our trip and time at home soon.  Thanks so very much to those who have prayed for us and encouraged us in this journey, and a huge “thank you” to the over one hundred people who were at the airport to welcome Ellie home.  I know that one day she will be overwhelmed that that many people were excited to finally meet her.  Please don’t stop the prayers simply because she’ s home.  The adoption is complete in the sense that she is legally ours and finally in our house, but the healing of her little heart has only just begun, and the adventures that come along with adoption are only in the early stages.

 I hope this blog finds you all well!

Blessings!

Trip #2, Part III

Hey Friends!

In my last blog post, I told you a bit more about our trip to meet Ellie Claire.  After a couple days of spending wonderful time with her and seeing more of Ethiopia, the long-awaited day had come- court day.

We loaded up the van and began the trek across Addis to court.  I gripped Billy’s hand and we attempted chatting with our new friends who were also headed to court to adopt their daughter, but our heads were reeling and our hearts about to explode.  We were excited, nervous, eager, and quite frankly, there was a bit of dread in my heart.  We were headed to sit before the same judge (in the same room) where, on our last trip, the judge had told us our case was “pending” (in other words, paperwork was missing).  This was the same judge who two weeks after we returned home, declared Addie legally a Baker.  This was the same judge (and the same room again) that had chosen to give Addie back to her biological father. 

We pulled up to the rather ragged court building and the grief that filled me was overwhelming.  This was the spot.  This was where my girl had been taken from me.  I could barely control my emotion.

And then, quite suddenly, I heard His voice- as clearly as I have ever heard Him before- “I am going to redeem this place for you.”  

The Holy Spirit whispered through my inner sobs, and in His tender, yet strong and powerful voice, assured me, in this one short sentence, that He was (and is) sovereign.  He knew my pain.  He cared.  He was working all things together for my good.  He has redeemed me from my sin and made me good- and not only has He redeemed my very life, He redeems every struggle, every tear, every painful step.  

I still clung to Billy’s hand as we stepped off the elevator into the hall, where I had last sat with Addie’s birth mother and biological sister.  I was reliving every moment in what seemed like slow motion. - There I was- on the steps with her sister singing and playing, telling her in English, though she couldn’t understand, that Jesus loved her.  She was sitting in the window swirling my strange hair around my head, and mischievously eating the Skittles I had given her (though she had dropped them on the dirty floor).  I was sitting with her birth mother, giving her a tissue for her tears, showing her pictures of our family, trying to offer what little comfort I could, hugging her, wishing I could just load her up and take her and her children home, too. 

As we continued down the hall and into the room where Woudneh had first pulled Billy into the hall to tell him that Addie’s birth mother had been found, I prayed and remembered- redemption.  We sat down and prepared, like before, to wait to be called before the judge.  As He has done so many times through this journey, the Holy Spirit called to mind a verse I had memorized shortly before our trip- “They will have no fear of bad news; their hearts are steadfast, trusting in the Lord.” (Psalm 112:7)   We sat there for only about two minutes before our friend, Ebenezer, motioned for us to head into the court room.

We sat before the same judge.  We answered the same questions.

But thank you, Jesus, we heard a different answer this time.-

“Yetnayet is ALL yours.”

And just like that, REDEEMED.  This room that I had grown to loathe took on all new meaning.  This was now where Ellie Claire became mine. 

In front of the "courthouse" after Ellie legally became our daughter

We spent the next day with our girl, soaking up every tiny detail of her that we possibly could.  We were all too keenly aware that although she was legally ours, nothing was a given.  We hoped and prayed that we would return to bring her home, but knew that was not a guarantee.  As always, our one guarantee was that we could trust our good and holy God.

The time came to say goodbye, and I pretty much fell to pieces.  I carried her to her tiny dorm room in the gloomy evening, weeping, assuring her that I loved her and that I was sorry I had to leave.  I kissed her face, held her close, and reluctantly passed her to her daddy, who had the job of handing her off to her nannies.  The nurse, who remembered that we were “Mihret’s family” tenderly said, “Don’t cry, Mommy,” as her nanny took her to get her ready for her bath.  I left the room and trudged back to the guest house, unable to control the sobs. 

A dear friend’s daughter, Hanan, came running as fast as she could across the court yard to hug me goodbye.  She told me she loved me, and I fell apart again.  We went upstairs to the room where the rest of the children were hanging out, playing and singing, and we were immediately swarmed by twenty beautiful faces, pushing and shoving to give us hugs and kisses.  I kissed their sweet cheeks and looked in their eyes, reminding them that I loved them, and that Jesus loved them.  These children, that we had prayed with, laughed with, sung with, danced with, and played with, had stolen  and broken my heart, and I could hardly bare to leave them, either.  Girls and boys of all ages- starving for affection- took our hugs and kisses as if we were offering them treasure. The last little one to break through the crowd, grinned from ear to ear as I scooped him up in my arms- the heaviest thing I had lifted since my surgery, but so worth it. 

They followed us out as we piled in the van.  Another friend’s daughter wiped away my tears and repeatedly told me, “No cry.”  They crowded around the windows and I tried to imprint their faces forever in my memory.  Hanan reached in the window and told me again that she loved me.  I assured her I loved her too, and that her family was desperate to come back for her. 

We cried as we drove through the crowded streets of Addis, back to the airport.  We were broken to our cores, leaving our child behind, but full of hope that we would return for her.

This past Friday marked six months to the day, that Addie's case was first re-heard before the judge.  That day we waited on pins and needles only to hear that she would not give her ruling for another week... which turned into ten days...  This past Friday also marked seven weeks since I last held my sweet Ellie Claire.  Not gonna lie.  I AM TIRED OF WAITING.  We are weary, crazy emotional, and on edge.  The Lord is good, though, and He gives us the strength we need to face each day.  This journey has proven to be way harder and longer than we ever anticipated, but I am beyond thankful for His overwhelming presence through it all.  I am reminded of the story of Joseph- who lived through trial, after trial, after trial, but the recurring phrase through his story in the Bible is "the Lord was with Him."  And then the well-known scripture, spoken by Joseph, himself, - "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done..."(Genesis 50:20)

We were THRILLED when our case was submitted to the US Embassy on June 12.  The embassy basically does their own investigation to make sure that children being adopted are orphans by US standards.  Though this slows the process down considerably, it is a very good thing.  Our country must be diligent in making sure that we are never a part of child trafficking and other un-ethical adoption practices.  Tomorrow morning at 6 a.m. our time, there will be an interview regarding Ellie’s case.  Typically this interview is the last step before the embassy clears you to come get your child.  We are praying desperately that this would be the case for us.  We hope to hear tomorrow, although it may be Tuesday, that we have cleared embassy.  If that is the word we get tomorrow, we will then schedule a time to have our own appointment at the embassy.  We are hoping to be scheduled for Monday, July 1.  This means that if all works out, we will be heading to Ethiopia Thursday, and that our girl will be home with us on July 4!!!!!!!!! 

Please, please, please pray- 1.  That the interview at the embassy tomorrow goes smoothly.  2.  That we get word that we’ve cleared tomorrow.  3.  That we get our first choice of dates for our appointment (July 1)  4.  That we are able to find affordable plane tickets, as they are ridiculously high this time of year.

Can’t tell you how eager we are to get that email from the embassy.  Don’t think we’ll be getting a whole lot of sleep tonight.  We so hope we have good news to share tomorrow!  Thanks for all your love, support, encouragement, and your prayers!!!