Isn't That Just Like Him? and "The Gobbler"

Remember how I've said how excited we are to see God's hand move during our adoption process? Really, to bring a child from thousands of miles away into our family in Iowa is going to take some miracles. How blessed are we to already be experiencing His hand at work in our lives? Chad and I drove to Des Moines Friday (after dropping off our late start school agers at Suzanne and Jon's and our little two at Ellen's) to read our finished homestudy. We were feeling a little blue about the process because our FBI fingerprint results hadn't yet come back to our social worker after a month of waiting. I remember her saying that the longer it takes, the more likely they're unreadable and we'd have to redo them. Headed down I-35 toward Des Moines, Chad prayed aloud, "Lord, you know our hearts. We so badly want to be done with our homestudy and get this ball rolling. Would you please bring our fingerprint results TODAY in the mail to our social worker? We're trusting you. Please also help our I-600A application find its way to the top of the pile and be completed more quickly than has been the norm."

Arriving in Des Moines, we braved the frigid temperatures and headed in to see Beth. After greeting us, she said with a smile, "Guess what came in the mail just this morning?" Yes, the fingerprint results , after a month long wait, arrived in her office the very day we were finalizing our homestudy. Isn't that just like Him? Never late.....rarely early, but always right on time! Later, Beth shared with us that one of the ladies working part time at CIS has now gone full time, and getting our I 171-H approval is likely to go much more quickly than what she had originally expected. Chad's prayer could not have been more directly and affirmitively answered! God's fingerprints are all over this decision of ours to adopt our precious child/ren from East Africa. Stay tuned for more "God I Spy" moments, as our family calls them. Because really, there are bound to be more!

Okay, before ending this post, I need to introduce an old friend of our family who has only recently been given a name. Meet "The Gobbler."

H has been very busy avoiding the toilet. We daily come up with new tactics to get him to just sit on it for a few seconds. The latest: Name the toilet a fun name (ie the Gobbler). Refer to The Gobbler as often as possible. Make it silly and fun. So far, so good.:)