Twenty-Four Months = Two Years = Endless Waiting

Today marks two years since our adoption file arrived in Ethiopia.  I can't believe I have to write that; it feels surreal.  Two years.  That number's not computing in my brain, not permeating.  Two years.  Two. Years.

I think I stated my feelings adequately on this subject a couple of weeks ago (see here).  I'd like to add an observation to those thoughts:  ever since Matthew's prayers of last week (see this one), I've been feeling less devastated by the length of time that this is taking, and more inspired to try to release control of the situation (as if I ever had control over it in the first place), and let God take over for me.  I've felt more able to let things go, and recognize God's timing in this situation...even if I don't understand it.  Those children, like Matthew, are so utterly imbedded in my heart; it's comforting to know that God already knows and loves them.  Surely some day, we, too, will meet them.

Onwards we proceed.

* Thanks, everyone, for your supportive comments, and for the prayers and hugs we received from across the country!  Shannon, thanks for toasting us and our two years!  Almost surprisingly, the day has come and gone now, and we survived it.  I'm so glad that, if our wait had to be this long (and longer), we've at least got this longest part behind us.  Thanks again.