The Last 48 Hours

A bit of backstory...

The unexpected delay of our adoption is due to our judge's need to correct a 'clerical mistake' he feels was made more than 12 years ago in my girly's file. In fact, there was no legal mistake made. And our team had oodles of proof to show that our case could indeed more forward without addressing this non-existent 'mistake'. There was no convincing him. He decreed two pieces of legal paper needed to be drawn up and addressed for 21 days, then our case could move forward...in 2 months.  Uggg. 

Now fast forward to 48 hours ago:

I get a message that one of those pieces of paper never got drawn up by the court. It was now just 23 days until our court date and our team was in a mad scramble to contact our Albanian lawyer and come up with a plan. No paper for 21 days = no court date = our case is delayed AGAIN. *pulling hair OUT*

After 36 hours I still didn't have any news.  Then the heartburn started in.  Oh sweet Lord...this is a mountain we can't go around or climb over; it has to MOVE.  The worship music got turned UP and my knees went DOWN. 

At 0530 this morning I got the news...our lawyer was able to contact our judge and he will move forward without the second piece of paper (which honestly, was the more important of the two in light of the non-existent mistake *eyeroll*)  Insert big sign of relief.  God moved that mountain. Whether the mountain was in the judge's heart or positioned in a broken legal process, I don't care. We are back on track. Hallelujah. 

This has been a roller coaster of an adoption!  And it is has stretched the borders of my trust---but isn't that exactly what we ask for on Sunday mornings? Make me holy!  Refine me! Make my trust without borders! Ask me out onto the water!  Use me! Send me!  I could feel the Lord smirking this morning as I hesitated to sing some of the words of worship in the car "You've been singing it for years, sweetheart today isn't going to change a thing. Lets go do this thing"