No news is good news?

No news is good news... Right?

I'm about to burst waiting to hear back from the Philippines. We thought it'd be at least a week, so I got through that just fine. But now that I've waited a couple days past that, ick. No fun. Luckily work is keeping me busy. My third graders are putting on mini-concerts the next couple days and on top of that I've been working with the other Elementary music teacher to pick our winter concert music. It's enough to keep me busy during the day, but at night-I have time to think.

An answer that is Sooner, rather than later, sure would be nice.

Thanks for the prayers that I know so many of you have been lifting up for us. At this point God knows what is best for the little boy and I have to trust that knowledge... Albeit hard to remember.

I am reminded of my favorite bible verse:

These three still remain: faith, hope, and love - and the greatest if these, is love. - 1 Corinthians 13:13

I know God is moving mountains in this little boy's life. My faith and hope is that those mountains include us somewhere, but if they don't, then I know he will at least be loved, because not only will I continue to pray for him and love him, but there will be a different family starting the process of bringing him home.

Faith, hope, and love, have and will get us through the uncertainty of this journey of adoption. No one ever said faith, hope, and love were easy things. But goodness are they powerful and amazing. How lucky we are to have been given these gifts.

Keep praying, please. This little boy needs a forever family, whether it is us or another family. Please pray he gets to go home soon.

In Christ,

Mara

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