Okay, so as I am sure you have figured, absolutely nothing happened at the meeting on Wednesday. No progress has been made about the slow movement of adoptions from Haiti. While we continue to hope, my hope is much more guarded.
I had a rough couple of days on Sunday and Monday since Monday was Marcus' second birthday. We initially thought he would be home by now so that hit me pretty hard. Thanks to all who were praying for me, I did pull myself together eventually.
My primary response to all the adoption struggles thus far has been anger. (For those of you who know me, big surprise, righteous anger is always my first response.) However, this time it was just pure, unadulterated despair. It hit me for the first time that this child is ours and he is growing up without us. I was sad, not mad, or trying to fix it, just sad. Steve pointed out that this was a positive since he has always been attached to Marcus, posting pictures, etc. While I have kept myself more distant. I replied by saying it is so much easier when you don't feel anything and I was doing so good for so long at not feeling.
My dear friend suggested that I start a fast for a while to focus on God through this whole process and redirect my thoughts on Him. So stay posted, I may ask you all to join me.
On a lighter note, we have had a bad smell in our home for the past 3-4 days. I wasn't sure if it was sewer or a dead animal in the walls or what. The most frustrating thing was that the smell moved. Today I went on a smell hunt and found the culprit. Two once-beautifully-decorated hard-boiled eggs in a backpack. Mushy and dripping and foul as all get out. Apparently my resident packrat Matea, thought a backpack was a great place for keeping old eggs. However, the backpacks mobility did explain the roving smell. Oh, the joys of motherhood. Maybe God hasn't brought Marcus home because I can't control the two I already have. :)
Joy and Peace to you all on this beautiful summer day.
Crystal