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Fun family times: Trip to the wave pool-check. The girls loved it and would have gladly played for hours more in the water had their mother not been exhausted :) We rounded out the night with burgers and milkshakes at Shake Shake Shake and a walk through Stadium High School-awesome. A camping trip over Labor Day weekend was also a huge success despite the fact that the park bathrooms broke the second night there and we renamed our girls whiny pants and grabby hands (if you know us, there should be no question who is who!) We had a great time taking little hikes, swimming in the lake and eating delicious meals, why does food always taste better when eaten outside? And, we ate outside throughout the summer, BBQs on our porch, trips to the park with Tatanka take out for dinner (can you say buffalo?!) and popsicles enjoyed during summer evening walks through UPS. The college, not the delivery service :) Summer reading club-check. I love trips to the library as a way to share different cultures with the girls. Even now in our book basket we have a Russian folk tale (thinly veiled children's story of Animal Farm!) a book about Pablo Picasso, Louis Armstrong, and a poem about cats. That might make me seem like a super star mom except for the fact that the two books my girls ask for most are Cinderella and Barbie. Sigh. I try soooo hard!
Speaking of reading, our goal for the summer with Evelyn was for her to memorize a verse each week and know her kindergarten sight words. Eleven verses-check. Kindergarten sight words-check. In two weeks and then she got bored and started to make patterns with the words and create example sentences with each one. So we moved on to first grade words and addition with double digit numbers-check. I honestly don't know what to do with that child, I may just send her off to college right now!
Bard's goal was to take the girls on a little day hike to Mount Rainier. We fit it in by surprising him on his birthday, packed up the girls, cupcakes, a backpack frame for Cici, and headed up the mountain. Despite the rumblings of thunder, somehow managing to leave Evelyn's shoe in the parking lot, and spending the last half a mile convincing Evelyn to. . . STAND UP AND KEEP WALKING! We had a good time :) I love my mountain and yes, it is my mountain, both girls call it that as well although Evelyn has started telling me that it can't just be my mountain, I have to share. We'll see.
Weekly trips to the Farmer's Market, both girls in swim lessons, BBQing with friends-check, check, check. I guess as summer ends, I have a lot to be thankful for. And I'm trying to, I really am. But I'm not. I'm really not.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Nobody knows but Jesus
I love the time we've had as a family. We were very purposeful about it, fitting it in when it looked like it would be too squishy. Passing on other commitments because we wanted these memories. Needed them. Our last times with the girls before traveling to the other side of the world.
Nobody knows the trouble I've seen
Glory Hallelujah ~ Louis Armstrong
Because those family memories were supposed to be preparation for adding to our family. At the end of the bucket list was: Complete dossier, accept referral, fly to Kazakhstan. I worried that the girls would miss their first day of school. I worried that we would leave before Bard had time to feel secure in his new job. Then I worried that we would never travel at all. We heard the papers were ready. Officials had given the go ahead. And then we heard about the court case. And so did the Kazakhstan government. The details are disgusting, search for them on your own if you want, I'm not going into them here. Suffice to say that an evil exists in the world and anyone who doubts its existence is blind to the plight of orphaned children.
But you, God, see the trouble of the afflicted; you consider their grief and take it in hand. The victims commit themselves to you; you are the helper of the fatherless. ~ Psalm of David
Our courts moved too slowly and one delay rolled into another while our agency worried that the monstrosity of a crime would cast a pall over all US adoptions. And they would be shut down. Indefinitely. And then any information we were receiving simply shut down. And so did I. I lived in tears and helplessness. And waiting. Depression.
God hears your sighs and counts your tears
And then I snapped. I could not be in the dark any longer, there had to be someone out there who knew something. I called and emailed and researched. Congress is probably completely incapable of doing anything regarding Syria, healthcare, or the budget. But damned if one of them couldn't help me adopt a child from Central Asia. We learned that our ambassador for Children's Issues with the State Department was preparing a trip to Kazakhstan, meeting with officials regarding US adoptions. And we learned that although there was certainly some misgivings in Kazakhstan regarding US adoptions, there was also support for it to reopen, and to do so quickly. Maybe not my definition of quickly, but I'll take what I can get! And then, the best, most nerve wracking news of all. Our agency, which has been extremely conservative-for good reason-about us working on our dossier, gave the green light. One week ago I was told I could move forward on the 30 documents required by the Kazakhstan government before they will approve us for adoption and refer a child to become part of our family. Please do not ever get in my way when I am on the move, especially when it concerns my child! I am waiting on 2 documents, getting 9 of them notarized and driving down to Olympia next week to get the whole set apostilled. It should be in the mail to our agency by Friday. If there is an Emmy for fastest dossier assembly ever, then could someone please nominate me for it?
God will lift up, God will lift up, lift up your head
Now we go to Monday. A month ago, the sentencing for the couple convicted of abusing their adopted Kazakhstan children was rescheduled. For Monday. Our ambassador is in Kazakhstan and meeting with the government. On Monday.
I know that the Lord secures justice for the poor and upholds the cause of the needy. ~ Psalm of David
Do you believe in God? Maybe you do, maybe you don't. Maybe you've never thought about it. Maybe you think religion is simply a crutch, clung to by the desperate.
I am desperate.
Pray. You don't believe in prayer? Pray anyway. Have you ever thought there might be a God out there and wondered if He listens to you? Pray. Have you ever thought that if there was a God that He should prove His existence to you? Pray. Ever wondered why God doesn't act against injustice and answer the cry of children in need? Pray. I'm begging you, on my knees, get down on your knees and ask God to move. Move heaven and earth in defense of these children. Move in mighty ways against wickedness and to prove love. Pray. Am I bossy? Forcing my beliefs on you? Bias in my way of life over yours? I don't care. I care about one thing and one thing only. People who deserve it, going to jail for the rest of their lives, never able to hurt an innocent child again - for justice - and to show the Kazakhstan government that those people do not speak for the countless families who are honored at the opportunity to embrace a child as their own. This week could change our lives forever. Pray, please pray.
Through waves and clouds and storms, He gently clears the way
Wait, because in His time, so shall this night
Soon end in joy, soon end in joy ~ Jars of Clay
