We get to sleep in a bit this morning as we didn't need to go to the orphanage until lunch time--this time for a pick up for a home visit. My girly was excited to 'go home', walking hand in hand the 1/2 mile to the 3rd story walk up apartment we call home. In fact, she stood at the bottom of the steps and called up "Gramma! Gramma!" She is learning who her people are <3
Our first official meal together as a family was pizza, salad and Coke. Nothing more American than that, uh? While she folded her hands for Isaac to pray she was a bit confused by us singing the Doxology (something we do in our home for meals)--she'll learn.
The rest of the visit was benign. She was peaceful as we packed up our bag, waved goodbye to Gramma and headed down the stairs. About half way back to the orphanage she shut down...then the tears came. She fully understood she had to leave her 'home' to go back to the orphanage. Oh my heart. Thankfully, she folded into my embrace at the large steel gate of the orphanage and let the tears flow as the Mother Superior opened the door. How do you explain to a tender heart Mommy Always Comes Back when for 13 & 1/2 years no mommies ever came? How do you convince a little one she is not being rejected? That we are at the mercy of the court? That the Sisters are her guardians and are doing their absolute best but even they say they can't provide what she needs...a family.
I'm preparing a place for you sweet heart. Get ready. You have to believe, I WILL be back.
Sounds familiar doesn't it?
Day 24:
The Sisters reported this morning that my girl was "so very sad all afternoon" yesterday. Oh honey! "The judge needs to hear the cries of the child. We are going to him today". Oh thank you Sister! Our Sassy-Polish-Sister-friend went determined to get a timeline of when our judge plans to grant us a court date. We are still within the expected timeline but my heart is certainly feeling a sense of urgency--my girly needs to not be in the orphanage any more. She is physically safe but her heart is slowly breaking with little understanding of what is keeping her from her family. She NEEDS a Mommy, and Isaaci and a Gramma and an Annie. Will you please pray with us? I don't know if this lack of movement from the judge is a cultural issue, a spiritual attack or what, but I am holding on to the promise the Lord gave me from the very beginning: "I will move the mountains, I will split the seas". We need a miraculous intervention to get a quick court date and to get things moving forward. We are also starting some adoption counseling for my girly to help tease out what she actually understands is happening and to help give her some tools to process this very traumatic process to the best extent of her understanding. Will you pray over this as well? My daughter's heart is so very tender, carrying a lifetime of rejection that no heart should ever know.
The heat kicked up to 96 again today...close to melt your brain territory, so we headed to the pool again (even called for an air conditioned taxi for the ride!). Isaac is getting particularly good at using his arms now for swimming: "Wook Momma! Skwoop Skwoop 'wim" (using his scoopers-hands to start his crawl-stroke).
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