It's midnight and I'm polishing off the last blueberry scone from dinner. Yes, we had blueberry scones for dinner (with eggs - there was also protein). After taking everyone out for ice cream this afternoon. I'm not winning gold stars for nutrition today. But the scones are pretty good.
I was just reading Missy's adoption update, and she mentioned that they were first added to the waiting list of their agency in August 2010.
To put that date in perspective, I was in my second trimester with Emmy when she paid her deposit to bring her daughter home from Ethiopia.
My daughter is now running around the house, eating rocks and quacking at cats. Her daughter is still in Ethiopia.
It reminded me that so much of the time, God calls us to do something. Loudy, clearly, undeniably. We are convinced of it. We save our money, pay our deposits, and tell everyone we know what God Has Shown Me. Then He makes us sit on it, and we wait - publicly, because we've already announced it - for so long it starts to seem indecent.
We first started to see that God was drawing us toward something new, and possibly away from our home in the Deep South, when Emmy was a few weeks old.
Now she's feeds herself, runs away from me in parking lots, and teeters precariously while she learns to conquer (concrete!) steps outside. And we're no closer to getting to where we're headed.
Well, that's not true. We're 14 months closer, obviously. We know the areas we would like to live, and we think we know what God wants us to actually do when we get there. We've learned a good bit about ourselves, about ministry, and about applying for jobs in a bad economy. And thanks to Laurie, Brian has a pretty impressive website. So we are SOMEwhere.
We are just still HERE.
Seems a little indecent, doesn't it?
Missy has been humming Que Sera Sera, and I admire her levity. Because me? This week, I have been singing this song.