That would be me.
Do you realize, faithful readers, that I have not posted an actual update to our adoption in over 2 months? And that we haven't had any action on the adoption front in well over 6 months? Yes you read that right. It has been 6 months since we turned in our paperwork and not one.single.solitary. form of correspondence has been had between us and DSS, unless it was on my part first. And even then it would take them days and days to respond.
I have talked with friends who have done this before and the consensus is the same: this shouldn't be taking so long.
I may have held my tongue long enough with my social worker in an effort to "keep the peace" and "stay on her good side" and "not burn bridges."
I think some day pretty soon she may be meeting a bridge-burning-nonpeace-keeping-doesn't-care-whose-bad-side-she-gets-on version of myself.
And then I remember our kids.
The ones that are out there somewhere in desperate need of someone to hug them and tell them they are safe and loved. Someone to teach them about Jesus so that they never have to be alone in this world again.
I think about those things and I can't bring myself to pick up that phone and assume the holier than thou attitude that I so can have during times like this.
Instead I lay my emotions aside and pray. I desperately petition God on behalf of my kids and all of the others in the system that haven't found their forever homes yet.
God's plan, not mine.
God's timing, not mine.
God's provision, not mine.