We’re home. We’ve settled back into our daily routine. Though the holiday threw our internal calendars off kilter a bit, we’ve still been homeschooling and going about our “normal” routines.

But, it just doesn’t feel the same.

Our foster mom said that she’s planning on keeping the kids busy to divert them … I feel like I need the same! We can’t reach the kids by phone due to their increased activity schedule and the time difference, and it feels weird. Even though we only used to call once per week, it feels like we should talk to them more now, so they know that we were serious about adopting them and don’t feel as though we are abandoning them. It’s kind of like waiting for the man of your dreams to pop the question, and then not hearing from him for ages after he does!

Adding to all these strange feelings of displacement is the fact that our new computer is wonky. My internet connectivity isn’t a guarantee, so posting, e-mailing, and doing all the other activities that keep my mind off of the situation (or at least keep me connected to other systems of support) are spotty.

Prayer is the constant - the one thing I know I can count on for a comfort that surpasses all else. The one thing that keeps me connected the Right Source.

On a positive note, we did hear from our adoption attorney today and the wheels of progress are slowly turning! Next week will prove to be a crucial one and prayerfully one that will help us move toward closure and possibly provide us with, if not an actual court date, an estimation of how much longer the wait may be!

I’m just like a kid, “Are we there yet?” Hopefully, not much longer and we will!