Longing for Home

Dear Gustavo

Grabbing some lunch on the street after church.

I filled out an application this week that asked for your home address. It's ironic that the address I wrote was one that you've never seen (well, except through Skype), experienced, or touched. In fact, each of the four places we’ve stayed while in Honduras together you have each called “mi casa”.

We long to finally bring you to your home in Nashville. Your mother and I desperately long to be home to see your siblings and sleep in our own beds. (We’ve never wanted to be home this much in our lives.) And, thankfully, with the events of the past three days, we are so much closer.

Hurry Up and Wait

The one slogan we've adopted (no pun intended) on this adoption journey is "hurry up and wait." Much of the past seven years has been waiting with flurries of scrambling intermixed. Such was the case this week after we had been for the past several weeks in a holding pattern. We received a call from our lawyer that we had 10 minutes to get ready to leave to get your passport...followed by waiting in line for two hours.

The news was not favorable from our first doctor visit Monday

Today included a lot of waiting for you and your mother. You had to visit three doctors’ offices (two of which the doctors were not available), make two lab visits, and finally your mother pleading your case (in extremely basic Spanish) in order to get your medical exam for your visa. While the six hour ordeal included a lot of waiting, there was the added pressure to somehow get this all accomplished before tomorrow’s meeting at the embassy.

One blessing of note: the doctor, after finally seeing you late tonight, was extremely gracious that he would not even accept payment for his services.

Coming Home Together?

Ana helped as a driver, translator, and friend...a huge blessing

This was another major hurdle in order for us to be able to fly home together on Friday with Mama (remember, she has to be home for a convention next weekend). There are still two more challenges t to go: approval of your visa and availability on the flight on Friday afternoon.

When consider we where were just a few days ago, we can see that that the Lord has certainly opened doors that appeared locked shut. Now there is hope that this could actually happen. We were making plans for what life could look like here without your mother for an indefinite period. Juggling the roles of caring for you, getting paperwork for your adoption completed, cooking (well, there is a restaurant in the hotel so we wouldn't starve), and trying to work all would been a big stretch for me.

So this evening, home looks like something that could actually happen soon. Lord, please, make it so.

Papa