HE IS COMING HOME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Miracle on November 17, 2011
Here is my Miracle on November 17, 2011. Praise be to God. We are so thankful that our eyes are opening, our hearts are willing, and our minds are preparing for adopting an older child. What a journey
we are fixing to embark on in the coming days.
Yesterday, I got a call at 9:15 am, and it was immigration. The officer said that she received our addendum, the mother’s birth letter (blessings and prayers for her), and PART of my income verification, but not the one part that they need. Ugh. I told her I was on it. Next, I called and was blessed to speak with the same person I’d been talking to for the last few days. It was then that I explained, again, the situation, she transferred me to her supervisor and her supervisor was on it like white on rice. It was sent.
Finally, I got another call from immigration stating that the documents that were in hand were too faded to read. In addition, the officer asked if we had the originals. Sadly, we did not have the documentation in its original format. I told her that I was on it. At that point, I called my agency, Sheila called her right-hand person (Angela)…and Angela began to work her magic. She made all the documents bright and shiny, rescanned them, and got them sent to immigration.
I called immigration to confirm that everything was sent and I actually spoke to my officer (which is not so easy a task). She has been WONDERFUL with our case and our family. I asked her if everything was received and she said: “yes, your packet is done.” I just kind of sat there and said: “what packet, I don’t understand.” She stated that it was our APPROVAL packet and that we were approved.
I just sat there, then I balled…it was loud and really really ugly. All I could say was THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU. She was pretty pitiful too. She kept saying “Oh, Brandi, please don’t cry….please don’t cry, your son is coming home, please don’t cry.” I couldn’t get out any more words other than “must go to my husband.”
Telling Big Daddy and my Children
I wanted to be so coy about the whole thing and attempt not to let the girls know till I told Big Daddy first. Well, that plan went out the window. I stood at the top of the stairs…screaming for them. They blew up the stairs asking what was wrong. Finally, I screamed WE ARE APPROVED…there was lots of yelling, crying, praising Jesus, and hugging going on.
My next thought was “he needs undies and socks…we have none.” It is amazing what can go through a person’s mind. The children put clothes on because we were going to daddy. That drive took FOREVER. We finally got there (no coat and flip-flops for one girl; no socks or teeth brushed for another girl, and I looked like I had been run over by a train). I got into HR and asked to see Big Daddy.
The girl behind the desk said “this must be an emergency…you look really upset” LOL. She even escorted me to a conference room. Big Daddy walked in…I told him…it was beautiful. We have a tentative flight schedule, tentative keep the kids’ schedule, and Big Daddy bought my boy some undies and socks 😉
Yesterday’s verse of the day was Phil 1:6 “For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus.”
This verse has filtered throughout the last 13 mths.
It was first told to me by a precious lady, in my Wednesday group. She would say over and over that what God brought me to…He will be faithful to bring me through. The night before our approval…another wonderful friend sent me an email stating the same thing. Before approval, I went to post something, and that was my verse. I knew yesterday would be the day for a miracle.
God Changing Me
In the end, God has changed me…He has begun the healing in our family. As well as, He has revealed that shortcuts are not His will. Also, that I need to be patient and wait on Him rather than try and control the situation. God has revealed to me that all things come together for His good. He is good.
God is good….now off to pack.
Heavy Heart in the Adoption Process