While I’m Waiting

I believe I’ve mentioned before here on MSJ that I’m not real fond of waiting.  But here we go again.  Adoption is a true test of trust because you have absolutely no control AT ALL as to when things happen.  I’m sure God looks down at me and laughs saying, “Look!  She’s counting on the calendar again…. like she knows when things are going to happen! HAHAHAHA!”  In a loving way, of course. 

I phoned my husband today to tell him the latest news of what happens to our adoption file now.  I went through the steps and gave him my expected dates of travel AGAIN.  He laughed and responded, “You have never been right yet with your dates!”  It’s true, but I’m a planner!  Planners plan.  Hence, the name.

Here’s my theme song AGAIN:

I’ll serve you while I’m waiting.

I’ll worship while I’m waiting.

I’m waiting on YOU Lord.

Our Adoption of Zaza

I realize that this blog, my every day life blog, is the one listed with our adoption agency, Gladney, as our adoption blog.  It is not, but I do occassionaly put adoption news and tidbits on here.  For those who have never looked to the right —–> there is a counter that is unbelievably at 3 years and almost 6 months that we have been waiting for our little girl, Zaza.  Our adoption blog doesn’t get as many entries as this one, but it can be found at:  www.ZazasMama.wordpress.com.  Our timeline is there as well as the worse-than- snail-slow process and progress.

Yes, I think about our little girl every day.  Yes, I miss her and I haven’t even met her yet.  We do not know her age, her name, her location (other than Colombia), her background…. nothing.  But she is our little girl… who is not home yet.  Our 11-year-old son prays faithfully for Zaza each night that she has a home and a bed and food and people who love her.  I pray they same prayer each night and that she will know God’s love at an early age.

Yes, we call her Zaza.  My sister-in-law came up with that nickname because we kept saying “our little girl from Colombia”… which is a bit long.  No, we will not change her name to Zaza.  We won’t change her first name at all because she will be 5 or 6-years-old and her name will be one of the only things she brings home with her from her mother country. 

Yes, waiting is hard.  I hate waiting.  I’m SOOO a right now girl!  This has taught me patience beyond what I thought was humanly possible.  We know some day she will be here and our family will be complete, but we don’t know when…… like I said, it’s hard.

This week I’ve been sewing a dolly, her clothes and a sleeping bag for the dolly…. all for Zaza to play with.  It keeps my mind on her and prayers sent heavenward on her behalf.  It also makes me feel like I’m doing SOMETHING!