Anniversary

What were you doing on January 14th last year?

I know exactly what I was doing. Each hour. The whole day.


It was on that day, January 14th, 2013, we were finished with our dossier. Completely done. Signed, sealed and ready to be delivered. This coming Tuesday marks one year since the sendoff.
It also happens to be my sister's birthday, which makes this date much easier to remember ;) Happy Birthday Alison!

For those reading this blog late in the game, a dossier is the big bundle of paperwork that goes to the country in which you are wanting to adopt from. Each country has different requirements. Want a refresher on what our Ethiopian dossier contained? Check out this post. After gathering all that paperwork, EACH document must be notarized and EACH document must be certified by the state in which it originated from by the Secretary of State's office. Their job is basically to double check and certify the notary....to make sure you have someone legit witnessing the signing of your papers. So have a problem with your notary on a document? Must.redo.document.

As everyone knows, I love a fast timeline. Our dossier was completed, with the exception of the last form - the I-171h (approval from immigration to adopt), by the end of December 2012. So while awaiting that one form, I took all the other 26(ish) dossier docs in on CHRISTMAS EVE to get state certified so that the instant the final form came, I'd have just one quick thing left to do before racing to UPS to make copies and overnight the documents to the agency.

Our last document finally came in the mail on Friday afternoon, Jan. 11th around 4pm. Friday afternoon. Late afternoon. As in, the secretary of state's office is only open until 5pm and we live at least 25 min. from that location on a no traffic time of day. In my mind I immediately start working through the timeline.....that leaves me 1 hour to pack the kids in the car, drive down Jason's work to get the form notarized, leave the kids with him and then drive downtown K.C., park the car (which parking is NOT a quick thing downtown) and then race up to the 3rd floor to get it certified.......I came SO close to doing just that. So close, that adrenaline was already starting to course through my body to get this task accomplished. However, you all will be pleased to know, the more mellow w/ age Cheryl kicked in. I *gasp* decided to wait until Monday.

Hard to believe, I know.

When Monday (the 14th) came, after dropping the older kiddos off at school and then dropping Joel off at 9:15am for preschool, I raced to the Secretary of State office. Literally raced. Of course that particular day Joel's preschool had a field trip....so I had limited time before I needed to be back to transport Joel to said fun event. I brought in my ONE document and figured I'd be in and out of there quick. However, because of recent elections......and a new secretary of state being sworn in ON THAT DAY, they had to use new paper with the newly elected persons name upon it. They hadn't gotten it yet. Ugh. So I left my document with them, figuring I would return with Joel after the fieldtrip. Another trip downtown. Stinks, but worth it. Fieldtrip ends, we head back downtown excitedly to get our last document. When we walk into the office, the lady who I'd been working with (because remember I'm memorable - I was most likely the only person in that office on Christmas Eve :), said "Oh, no! You must not have gotten my message. There was a problem with your notary. The form needs to be re-done." WHAT??? Oh man. That meant I was going to have to run back to the house for another copy, meet up with Jason so we can both sign it in front of a different notary, then go BACK downtown to get it certified, plus juggle the kids that are now getting out of school. Super disappointing.
 
Deep cleansing breath.
Gather myself.
Here we go.....

Got forms re-notarized. Picked up kids from school. It is now 4pm. I race to Jason's work to drop the kiddos off with him before heading downtown. I hit traffic on the way, but finally make it up to the Secretary of State office for the 3rd time in one day about 4:35pm.....mind you, they close at 5pm. Beverly, because now we are on a first name basis, told me when I arrived that 2 people were in line ahead of me and most likely she wouldn't have a chance to fit me in before closing for the evening. She offered to let me leave the document and come back for it the next day. Oh my goodness. So I sucked it up like a big girl, left the document, and walked out to the elevators. As I am waiting there, holding back tears, I decided no. I'm not leaving. In the off chance she could actually get to me, it would be worth staying the extra 25 minutes. I walked back in and told Beverly. She warned me not to get my hopes up, because it's not a instantaneous process. Even if she got to me, she then has to send off the information via email for approval (which then requires someone to be there AND respond - can take up to 1/2 hour at times to get approval). So I made note, but sat there anyway. She was able to get to my document around 4:47(ish) and at 4:58pm I heard her shouting from the back in disbelief that it came in! She & I were both shocked - and were celebrating together!!!!!

I then headed straight to our UPS store to make duplicate copies that last form and approval, then overnight-ed the package to our agency (because in this instance hand delivering to Portland, OR wouldn't be faster and definitely not cheaper).

And there you have it folks. That is how the wait began.

Full of adrenaline.
Full of pushing.
Full speed ahead.
(kinda sounds like labor, right?)

I have to admit, this is not the happiest of ways to celebrate an anniversary. One year gone by. Still at the start.

Entering the adoption process I was full of excitement about watching things unfold. Sure, in all my research (a.k.a. blog reading & data digging) I did see some other families who seemed to hit every snag out there, but of course we wouldn't be one of those families. We would fly right through. Why wouldn't we? Sure, I was a little conservative in my predictive estimates.....I wasn't putting my bets on the fastest timeline out there, but average (for once) would be good in this case. Anything faster would be a blessing. Then things started moving fast for us and let me tell you, at that point, I definitely did not expect the bumps we've experienced.

Even though this has been an unbelievable experience already in stretching my faith - as this one year anniversary date has been inching closer these last couple of months, it has been hard not to feel discouraged. You see.....I KNOW God has something going on. I KNOW that He has a different story going on with all of us, so comparison is unfair and a stealer of joy. I KNOW that He is faithful and will finish what He started. But as days turn into weeks, which turn into months, which now are surpassing a year - even with the hope of paperwork finally moving forward - I am road weary.

I need what only God can give. Grace. Strength. Endurance.

This past Friday night, Jason and I went to a different church to check out a Friday night service.
No worries, Journey folks, we were just checking out their connections team. Honestly, I had no idea what to expect from the service. But all day I was praying, God give me a word. A word from you. A word of encouragement. Something. I need to be refreshed.

God gave me what I so desperately needed. I left filled. Encouraged. Praising.

We attended to check out connections and was ministered to in the process. So amazing.

One song that night, I hadn't heard before - Victor's Crown - is so worth sharing......such a reminder. The fight is won. The victor crowned. He has overcome. This same victor fights for us, intercedes for us, defends us, can never be defeated, loves us, helps us, saves us and is our hope.

Jesus. Sweet Jesus. How I need you.

Written by: Darlene Zschech, Israel Houghton, Kari Jobe

You are always fighting for us
Heaven's angels all around
My delight is found in knowing
That You wear the Victor's crown
You're my help and my defender
You're my Saviour and my friend
By Your grace I live and breathe
To worship You

At the mention of Your greatness
In Your Name I will bow down
In Your presence fear is silent
For You wear the Victor's crown
Let Your glory fill this temple
Let Your power overflow
By Your grace I live and breathe
To worship You

Hallelujah
You have overcome
You have overcome
Hallelujah
Jesus You have overcome the world

You are ever interceding
As the lost become the found
You can never be defeated
For You wear the Victor's crown
You are Jesus the Messiah
You're the Hope of all the world
By Your grace I live and breathe
To worship You

Every high thing must come down
Every stronghold shall be broken
You wear the Victor's crown
You overcome
You overcome

At the cross the work was finished
You were buried in the ground
But the grave could not contain You
For You wear the Victor's crown

Who I am. Where we are.

For those of you that don't know me well, let me be the first to tell you that I can be intense. I am competitive, driven and goal oriented individual. You tell me it can't be done? I will figure out a way to make it happen. Tell me what the best is? Well, there you have it. I now have a laser focused goal.

I have called it driven. Others have called it ridiculous ;)

Unfortunately it has followed me around my whole life, though I am getting a bit mellow with age.

Here is a quick peek:
Perfect attendance ALL four years of High School
Music.....oh, man. Let me tell you as a flutist, chair position matters. Embarrassingly so.
Sports.....the one area this aspect of my personality was an asset.
Board games....I am positive I've left some offended people in my wake.
Nursing my kiddos....crazy, right? Must.get.past.one.year.despite.the.mental.cost.of.having.3.kids.in.4.yrs.with.no.bottles.aarrrggghh.
Any task at hand.....must complete with efficiency and sense of urgency.
Height.....yes, height. I have a complex (because what woman doesn't want to be the tallest in the room?) Of course, I don't realize this until one of my other tall friends busts out a pair of heels and then we are eye to eye (Niki). Yes, I am seriously ridiculous.

I am sure some of this stemmed from being the youngest child of closely spaced siblings. 

As I'm sure you can guess - this drive followed me into the adoption process. 

I was the master of paperwork. 

The M.A.S.T.E.R. 
Most people dislike all the paperwork associated with adoption. Not me. I loved it. There it was in front of me. A goal and a chance to be efficient. Is there anything better in life than those two things combined? I think not.

After meeting our social worker in the very beginning of September 2012 and getting the loads of  paperwork we needed to get started, she mentioned that it typically takes families 2 to 4 weeks to complete. This paperwork included doctor's reports for us & all of our kids, 5 page personality profiles on the kids, reports from each child's teacher, financial reports, letters from employers, autobiographical questions for each of us (ended up being 3 or 4 typed pages each), references from family and friend, and TONS of other information that I can no longer remember.......She gave it to us on a Thursday. We (who am I kidding? I) had it done in a mere 4 days and hand delivered (because who wants to take a whole extra day to use the mail, right?) to our social worker on Monday the very next week. Oh yeah baby - of course I almost crippled my hand in the process......but, you know.

Intense.

Next came the activity of the I-600a approval and actual dossier completion. In this phase, timelines can still be controlled by an efficient and effective pusher. I took EVERY opportunity to speed things along. Including walking into the USCIS immigration office to be fingerprinted 1 1/2 weeks before our scheduled appointment on the small chance that they would take us as a walk in. Jason and I waited 3 hours to be fit in. 3 hours. That man loves me. A lot :) (as does his mama who was watching the kids for us!) It was a crazy long time to wait, but it felt worth it, as it saved us a 1 1/2 weeks on our timeline.

I look at that now and laugh.

Like out loud.
A seriously painful L.O.L.

We saved ourselves a week and a half, and now we've been waiting for almost a full year.

The irony.

Oh, the wait. How I've loathed you. How I've learned from you. How I've even loved you at times.

It is no lie that this waiting business is rough on everybody. But with my personality? Oh my. I can't be efficient, rush or control things. However, as you probably can guess, I'm not one to be an inactive waiter. When I am all in at something, I am all in. I will research, read, dig and drag out every bit of information that I can. I must be prepared (even though girl scouting is not on my resume) so in the first 6 to 9 months of the waiting I exhausted our local library on adoption related books. Amazon.com was my friend.

Here is just a sampling of the digging......
-The Complete Book of International Adoption - by Dawn Davenport
-Thriving as an Adoptive Family - by David and Renee Sanford
-The Adoption Decision - by Laura Christianson
-Called to Adoption - by Mardee Caldwell
-Successful Adoption: A guide for Christian Families - by Natalie Gillespie
-Adopted for Life - by Russell Moore
-The Connected Child - by Karen Purvis
-Adoption: Choosing it, Living it, Loving it - by Dr. Ray Guarend
-Transracial adoptees, in their own voices
-Toddler Adoption - by Mary Hopkins -Best
-Parenting Your Internationally Adopted Child - by Patty Cogen
-Everything Parent's Guide to Raising your Adopted Child
-Baby, We Were Meant for Each Other - by Simon Scott
-No Biking in the House w/out a Helmet - by Melissa Faye Green

Believe me, there were many many more......

But then as I exhausted all reading materials AND as the wait started surpassing what I ever thought possible, these last few months things have felt pretty bleak. There has been absolutely no movement to speak of, and our wait is dragging out so much longer than I ever thought possible.

However, this week, out of the dreariness came a *glimmer* of good news to this wait weary mama.

After months of seeing no movement at all, it appears that things are starting to move just a bit. That one paper (that I've mentioned previously in other blog posts) so many kids are waiting on, so that those children can be referred out to families? They are starting to be signed in some regions. One of the regions that apparently has started to sign letters again is THE REGION that we must adopt from. When I read the news this week, I nearly fell off the chair I was in.

This doesn't mean that our wait will end soon, but it brings Hope.

Hope that things will start to move for us soon.


Hope that this wait will end.

Hope. We don't have a referral, but we have Hope.
Proverbs 13:12 "Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but desire fulfilled is the tree of life."