As I write this, I am sitting in the security office of our apartments because our internet is down in our room. There are guns all around me, which is oddly making me feel both secure and uneasy. Anyway, we have had a very frustrating/uneventful day today.
We have heard NOTHING all day. We literally sat in our apartment by the phone waiting...longing for it to ring with good news...or any news to be honest. Our social worker could not get a hold of our lawyer to get the ruling that we needed in paper form so that we could continue the process...and she also couldn't get a hold of the other lawyer that is working on our passports. They decided not to answer or return any messages today. I can't tell you how discouraging this was. If you remember being in 'love' when you were in middle school/high school, and waiting all night to receive that one phone call from that special person and them never calling...that is a fraction of what we felt today...minus the 'being in love' part. So again, we wait. We will miss Thanksgiving. My mom and dad are driving to AR to be with Bethany's mom and our kids for Thanksgiving tomorrow. My brother, from Tyler, TX, is also driving up to spend the day with them. They are going to our good friends, the McKean's, for Thanksgiving. While we long to be there with them, we are so thankful that our family will be surrounded with so much love during this holiday. Our hearts will be there with them.
I am so thankful for all of the encouraging messages on Facebook from many of you today! They have lifted our spirits much! My words can't describe enough how much YOUR words mean during this journey.
On a different note, I've been doing some investigative research of Jaydn's background and have put together a timeline of events that leading up to the collision between our family and our precious new daughter, Jaydn Priscilla. It is quite fascinating...so hold on:
Here is what I know:
God spoke to Bethany when she was 16 (15 years ago) and planted in her a calling to adopt, whether she knew it then or not.
God then led her, with her kicking and screaming the whole way I might add, to Nashville, where we meet, date and eventually get married.
God allows both of us to travel to Uganda, Africa in 2006 where, in His perfect timing, opens MY heart to the calling of adoption.
While we were there, God confirmed in our hearts that Uganda is the country we were suppose to adopt from.
At that time, Uganda was closed to adoption, so because we were so 'freshly' called, we hastily start contemplating proceeding with the adoption journey through Ethiopia, instead of Uganda.
God, because He had said, "UGANDA", halts the Ethiopia journey by allowing us to get pregnant with our daughter, Jovie. The rule stated that the youngest child in the family had to be at least 18 months old before you could adopt.
Six months after Jovie was born, Jaydn Priscilla was born on the other side of the world.
This is where God got creative: On February 19th, 2009, Jaydn Priscilla's mother made the decision that the next day would be the last day that she would ever see her daughter again. On that same evening (still the 19th), God decided to officially swing open the doors to Uganda and allow international adoptions. He had a plan the whole time...that even through the tragedy of a mother abandoning her child, His plan would be made perfect.
Fittingly, Jaydn Priscilla is placed in an orphange called An Open Door on February 21st, 2009. This orphanage was one of the only orphanges (out of MANY in UGANDA) that was working with HOLT International...the only adoption agency that the Ugandan government allows in their country.
In June, 2009, a friend of ours let us know about the 'pilot program' from HOLT. Jovie was 15 months old. We knew she would be 18 months before any adoption would be completed. It was then that we started our Journey to Jaydn.
17 months later, we are here in Africa with our daughter, Jaydn, that was meant to be ours since she was formed in her mother's womb.
God is good, all the time.
All the time, God is good.
So while we wait...sometimes frustrated, tired or bored, we still have hope. Because the hope we have comes not from this world.