Well, we are paper-pregnant. Evening sickness is officially setting in, caused by numerous paper-cuts and hand cramps from filling out mounds of paperwork. Our social worker is coming next week to update our home study. We will be adopting from...drum roll please...unknown.
Adoption is a crazy roller coaster, and as we climb back into the little seats and strap down our belts we have absolutely no idea where this ride is taking us. We hope that Uganda will be an option, but since it remains unclear whether or not it will be we are seriously researching Rwanda and trying to stay open to other possibilities.
One might wonder why we didn't wait until we had our country all figured out before we started, and one might also wonder if we are a bit insane. We are not, I think.
The ball got rolling when we found out that we need to either renew our home study this month or close our foster license. For some reason I cannot abide the thought of closing our license, also, with Jeff's job and the length of time it takes to adopt this is good timing for us to get started.
Please pray for us this week. We are trying to be sensitive to God's guidance on this. Our hearts have been in Uganda since the day we landed in Entebbe. I had a very clear picture of what this adoption would look like: Uganda, Ibanda Babies Home, and a baby from the same area as Tommy. I wanted to make sure Tommy had a sibling from his people group who shared his culture. But God has been teaching me that He did not draw the borders of Africa, and that He does not see distinctions among His children, and that I need to be flexible to adopt the child that He is preparing for me no matter where they are from or what they look like or what kind of food they eat or how many new holidays our family needs to incorporate. I'm not sure if that is just a little lesson I needed to learn, or if it was preparation for doing something new.
Honestly, I'm having trouble letting go. I had a plan. I was going to go back to Uganda for Klug child number 3, and I am a bit irritated that it may not happen. I'm not sure how long it will be until I learn that my plans are not always God's plans and that I need to be flexible, and I am still super hung up on having to learn new food. Seriously, Africans don't measure- learning how to cook like them is hard! And American plantains just aren't the same as matoke. They don't feel right when I cut them. But I digress.
We are adopting again. We have no idea where. Let the fun begin. And pass me the band-aids, please, I've got a nasty paper cut.
Adoption is a crazy roller coaster, and as we climb back into the little seats and strap down our belts we have absolutely no idea where this ride is taking us. We hope that Uganda will be an option, but since it remains unclear whether or not it will be we are seriously researching Rwanda and trying to stay open to other possibilities.
One might wonder why we didn't wait until we had our country all figured out before we started, and one might also wonder if we are a bit insane. We are not, I think.
The ball got rolling when we found out that we need to either renew our home study this month or close our foster license. For some reason I cannot abide the thought of closing our license, also, with Jeff's job and the length of time it takes to adopt this is good timing for us to get started.
Please pray for us this week. We are trying to be sensitive to God's guidance on this. Our hearts have been in Uganda since the day we landed in Entebbe. I had a very clear picture of what this adoption would look like: Uganda, Ibanda Babies Home, and a baby from the same area as Tommy. I wanted to make sure Tommy had a sibling from his people group who shared his culture. But God has been teaching me that He did not draw the borders of Africa, and that He does not see distinctions among His children, and that I need to be flexible to adopt the child that He is preparing for me no matter where they are from or what they look like or what kind of food they eat or how many new holidays our family needs to incorporate. I'm not sure if that is just a little lesson I needed to learn, or if it was preparation for doing something new.
Honestly, I'm having trouble letting go. I had a plan. I was going to go back to Uganda for Klug child number 3, and I am a bit irritated that it may not happen. I'm not sure how long it will be until I learn that my plans are not always God's plans and that I need to be flexible, and I am still super hung up on having to learn new food. Seriously, Africans don't measure- learning how to cook like them is hard! And American plantains just aren't the same as matoke. They don't feel right when I cut them. But I digress.
We are adopting again. We have no idea where. Let the fun begin. And pass me the band-aids, please, I've got a nasty paper cut.
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8 comments:
That is exciting news. I will be praying for you.
We will continue to pray for what God has in mind for the next addition to the Klug family. :)
Wow, very exciting! I surely do hope that Uganda will be your country for this new addition, but we all know that His plan is not our plan, and His ways are not our ways...and His are always way better.
So exciting! Congrats. We will pray for wisdom and direction for you guys.
oh how we are so excited for you to start this again!! We are praying for guidance as you go forward and peace in your heart that God had an amazing plan!
beautiful Amy!! so exciting!! good to have you officially on the roller coaster with us! :) praying for good news from Uganda for all of us soon! hugs,
tiffani
What exciting news! We can't wait to hear about how it all works out. I do know that the adoption process feels different everytime...even from the same country. And, at least for me, God really used both adoptions to teach me many things, not the least of which is that I am not in charge.
Happy slogging through paperwork.
e
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