Our court date

Okay, it's obvious that some of you aren't praying as hard as you could be.  How do I know?  Because we did not have our court appointment today after all!  That's right--you need to be praying harder! Harder!  HARDER!

I'm just kidding :)

Well, not about the no court part, but about the praying part.  Okay, I'm not even really kidding that much about the prayer.  We really do need your prayers, and we're so grateful to all of you.  It really is prayers and faith that will bring us home, but all is in his hands, so we're not worried.  I had this image of Peter Pan and Tinkerbell sprinkling a little more pixie dust so that Wendy and the boys could rise, and then fly.  Anyone else think of that?  Thank God I don't have to rely on Peter Pan (wait a minute... this is sounding suspiciously like... hmm... at least he has a great sense of direction.)

Okay, I am relying on the Amazing, Omniscient and Omnipotent God of the Universe, and I know he knows exactly where we are, exactly who our little people are, exactly where we stand, what we need, who we need to be in contact with, when we need to get there, and which hearts need to be impacted.

Our facilitator and translator picked us up for our court appointment, and explained that although they normally get a certain judge, who is very friendly to them, and to adoption, and knows all the reasons people like us want to adopt multiple special needs kids, we would be seeing a completely new judge today who is new to them, and they don't know how she feels about adoption, special needs adoption or anything else, for that matter.  Because of traffic, we were about 10 minutes late, which wouldn't be the way to impress an unknown judge, in my opinion.  The lawyer, social worker and prosecutor also all showed up, but then we were told that all the judges in the region had been called to a special meeting, so she was gone, and we would need to come back tomorrow.  Our translator said she thought that "everything happens for a reason."  I would have to agree, since I know my timing has never been the same as God's, and he often ignores what I want time-wise.  I told our facilitator that it was okay, and he said, "Well, it's okay for you, but not for me!  I have things to do, and now this will take two days instead of only one day."  He must have thought about it for a minute, though, because he amended, "Well, it's not really okay for you either, because that's one more day's rent you have to pay, and one more day that you are delayed going home, so it costs extra for you."  I told him, "God knows what we need."

So, we came home without getting to see our kids, and we won't get to see them tomorrow, either, poor little bugs.   Anyway, David's making soup tonight.  Sort of, when in Rome...  There is a lot of soup here and the soup we've had has been very good.  The soups we've made ourselves have even been uncommonly good.  Maybe their soup makings are just better than usual.  Of course, it doesn't hurt that they're always accompanied by "artisan" breads!  It's rainy and cool outside, so of course, it's perfect weather for soup, as well.

He can find his way around a kitchen, too.

That looks pretty good, doesn't it?

This is a sweet bread with cinnamon and pecans.  I'm just pretending to eat the whole thing.  No, really!