Three years ago we started the process to adopt Lovence and Laurentz. Then God brought Savannah into our lives, then Wilna. Now we are fighting to bring all four together under the same roof.
Savannah asks for them regularly. “My brothers and sister,” she says and points to their smiling faces framed on our kitchen counter.
“I want them.”
We do too, baby.
And it’s slowly happening. As you last heard, we had to fire our previous adoption facilitator. I’ve since been to Haiti and filed the i600 – this is a document that would classify the children as our immediate relatives so that we can get them home. That won’t happen until the Haitian side of the paperwork is complete, but that’s coming together. We HAVE received the authorization for adoption from social services there, and we HAVE hired an official placing agency to help us finalize all the paperwork.
Things are looking up.
Unfortunately, while we’ve been fighting for them, Laurentz turned 4, Lovence turned 8 and Wilna turns 11 in just 12 days. They are growing up too far away from their home and family.
Brian will travel today, landing in Haiti tomorrow morning. He couldn’t be with Wilna on her actual birthday, but it will be close. He even has gifts wrapped in the suitcase – probably the first wrapped gifts she’s ever received.
He’ll be with them until September 9th. We will try to travel there every other month until we can bring them home.
We want them to know that they know we will always come back.
September 8th is another big day. The birth parents will have to bring our children to the US Embassy in Haiti. They’ll be interviewed with the kids to verify that all that’s happening is according to their wishes.
I can’t imagine what that will feel like for our children – particularly Wilna who is old enough to understand. I can’t imagine what it will feel like to the parents as they stand before the Embassy officials.
And so we pray.
Oh Lord, will you be with these parents? May your will be done for them, for their children, for our family. Keep Brian safe and watch over his visit. May his time with the children be sweet, wonderful, delightful to their hearts.
In Jesus name, Amen.
PS. I would love to give you a time frame for when we’ll finally bring them home, but it’s always so hard to say. We hope it will be springtime… Lord willing.