We got the call from our social worker on Monday that she would be coming on Thursday morning (tomorrow) for her first of two visits to our house for the homestudy! This is wonderful news as it is another big step in the process. She has talked to two of our references over the phone and will be meeting with the third in person before she comes here tomorrow. Things are moving along.
I am once again amazed and grateful for the way that God continues to show me that I am not in control of this adoption. It is not about me and my ability to make this happen. It is in God's hands alone. My desire is to spend all week cleaning and making sure this house is the most perfect place she has ever seen. I want to spend all week anticipating and researching every need a child with down syndrome might have and give our social worker comfort in our huge knowledge of local resources for this child. Then I will be in control! I will make this happen and I will make sure we pass this homestudy inspection with flying colors. However, that will not be the case...
I am fighting to keep my eyes open even as I type this. Caleb and I spent the entire night in the emergency room. Both kids have been sick for days with a terrible virus that has been going around with spiking fevers. Zach is on the mend, but Caleb's breathing was very labored last night so off we went. So today in my bleary eyed state, rather than being super mom I am working on getting through the day and hopefully I will be able to clear a path through the house for the social worker to walk through tomorrow.
I feel peaceful knowing that God has been in control every step of the way and I know He will not leave us. He loves adoption and our future son and He loves us! We are also being held up by the amazing support of all of you! Thats all I need to know!
Okay, I am off to make another pot of coffee and turn on another episode of Bob the Builder.
Praying that all goes well! Poor Caleb - hope he feels better and you, too.
ReplyDeleteWe're praying for you! And remember, social workers aren't used to seeing perfect houses, and even if yours were perfect, the social worker might think you'd be too perfectionist to parent three boys!
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