I feel buried sometimes.
Under the load of paperwork.
The constant expenses.
The scheduling of home study visits, over-the-phone meetings, and doctor appointments.
Immigration office phone numbers which make it nearly impossible to talk to a real human.
And the injustice of it all.
A dumb teenager can bring home a baby to any kind of rat hole. And no one asks questions. But I have to have a social worker out to the house to verify that we take out our trash? And schedule the fire department to come over and certify that it isn't a fire hazard?
We have 12 hours of mandatory online classwork to complete. Not a bad idea. But parents whose kids have been taken away from them? Do they have to take classes to get their kids back? Nope.
But it will all be worth it in the end.
No question about it.
Our as-of-yet-unknown baby is worth every mind-numbing minute of this process. We love him already.
And God will use this process to teach us, grow us, and mature us.
And when I think of the sacrifice Jesus made so that I could become a part of His family...
It puts it all in perspective.