I really don't have anything to report, but I thought I would post anyway just so you all know we're alive. We are still waiting to be given a confirmed appointment at the US Embassy, at which point we will hop on a plane and finally be reunited with our sweet little boy!
It has been almost 15 weeks since we kissed his fuzzy head, laughed at his screechy antics, and shared a half dozen lollipops in the warm Ethiopian sun. Ohhhh, that afternoon was such a gift. As the weeks have passed, he has grown and learned and played and adjusted to his new home at the transitional children's center in Addis Ababa. We have prayed and waited and longed and adjusted to living our daily lives while being ready to fly across the world any day.
The only thing we have to cling to is the goodness and faithfulness of God. He has been so faithful and so good to us - even in this heartbreaking wait. He constantly reminds us of his deep love and trustworthiness. He gently reminds us of his sovereignty, his perfect timing, his power to answer prayer, and his perspective, which is so much wider and broader than ours. Who has ever waited on God and been disappointed? Who has ever trusted him and been let down? When has God ever failed?
David asks questions like these in Psalm 18, and then answers with a shout of praise: "The Lord lives! Praise be to my rock! Exalted be God my savior!" (Psalm 18:46). This is our answer too.