On the outside, life continued to flow on through our family’s week.
…date night, homeschooling, still more apostilling, van in the shop for inspection, physical therapy cancelled due to flooding, driving Joseph to work, taking Verity to have her glasses adjusted, mailing documents to Katie’s country, piano practicing, washing machine breakdown, craft night with the girls, feeding the neighbor’s animals while they’re on vacation, reading day, meeting with an older lady friend for lunch and encouragement, family night…
On the inside, I understood a little of how Abraham might have felt when God asked him to sacrifice his beloved son, Isaac.
It didn’t seem to fit with anything we had seen God doing.
No word of explanation from On High.
But no room for rebellion.
“Who is writing this story?”
The struggle, again, to relinquish my desire to make it all come out my way.
I am left with only the knowledge that He rules, and that He is good.
…I bow before You…
We were just finishing up our campfire supper last night when Joe’s cell phone finally rang.
He paced the dark edge of the woods while the little ones ran about in the clouded moonlight, waiting for the wagon ride they knew was coming next.
I hovered eagerly.
Good news or bad news?
The tired voice on the other end of the line explained that our emails had not gotten through.
“What is it you need us to write?” he asked. “Can it wait until Monday morning?”
We explained that the office in Katie’s country wouldn’t re-open until Monday morning…
…but that they were seven hours ahead of us…
…and that our adoption process would pick up right where it left off as soon as that letter reached the right hands.
We re-sent our emails, still unsure of how they would be received.
But very hopeful.
To quote a new friend who responded with ancient words~
“Praise God from Whom all Blessings Flow!!!”