Still Waiting

Adoption Update:

Unfortunately, there is nothing new to report. However, I get so many questions that I thought it might be helpful if I explained our current situation in a post. Sorry it’s so long.

Currently, we believe that President Kabila has 120 international adoption files sitting on his desk waiting for his approval. Approximately 13 of those are American families. We are doubtful that our file is one of the 13.

Now, let me try to explain the entire situation as succinctly as possible.

In August of 2013, we were matched with our little boy and immediately began the court process to make him legally our son.

In September of 2013, the Congolese government put a suspension on exit letters for all adopted children. They did not however, stop processing adoptions. They just would not allow adopted children to leave the country. Every Congolese citizen needs an exit letter to leave the country for business or pleasure. The same goes for our son because he is not yet an American citizen, even though he legally became our son in October of 2013.

For the past 22 months, the Congo has not lifted the suspension. They have allowed a few grandfathered and medical cases to leave, but those are few compared to the 1300 international cases that still wait.

Many have asked us if this is just about money. We do not pay the Congolese government any money. They are not making money off of us while we wait. We pay or agency to take care of our son in foster care and that is it. Believe me, I know people want to wrap their minds around this situation and try to come up with some type of simple explanation as to why this is happening. But the truth is, no one really knows why this has gone on for so long and why it seems to have no end in sight.

We continue to work with our Senators and Congressman to press the State Department and the Embassy to push harder and come up with a solution. Many senators, including our own Senator Bob Corker, have advocated for us and our son, and we are incredibly grateful.

Since learning that there was a new process to review adoption files in late May, I have actually become more anxious and not filled with peace. I’ve been struggling to figure out what I’m anxious or fearful about. I’ve realized, more than fear, I’m feeling anger. I’m angry that this had gone on so long and I’m angry that I’m missing precious time with my little boy.

I struggle with waiting patiently for the day that I’m afraid will never come. I’m learning to understand why the Congolese people hold loosely to rigid expectations and that “tomorrow” just means “not today”.

When it comes down to it, I sometimes want to throw a temper tantrum and scream “It’s not fair” like one of my kids does.

The reality is, it’s not fair, but goodness, how many people could say that? Every day, I meet people who are faced with situations that are just not fair. They didn’t ask to get cancer, to lose a job, to have an unfaithful spouse, to lose their child, to be married to a spouse who’s mentally ill or one who’s just plain cruel. They didn’t ask for children with learning disorders, autism, developmental delays or deformities.

Sometimes life just hands us a poop cake. And it’s not fair.

And I’m learning from some sweet friends who walk with me, that sometimes it’s ok to not be ok for a season of life. I like to keep everything “together” because Julie’s always “ok”. But there’s a difference between not being ok and being hopeless and in despair. And the only thing that keeps me from going to those dark places is a God who, even when everything’s not ok, is there with me.

Most of us have heard Psalm 23 read at a funeral or during a dark time in our life. If you get the chance, reread it and listen to where the comfort comes from. It doesn’t come from God fixing or changing our situation. It comes from his presence.

“Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no evil, for you are with me”. Psalm 23:4

So I’m looking for more moments to be in His presence. To allow Him to comfort me, when this world, these government officials, offer me nothing but turmoil. I’m resting in the promises that He’s given me

“I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.” Psalm 27:13-14

I’m looking for the goodness of the Lord today while I wait.

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Sun Blessed

I meant to share this last week, but have been too busy to sit down and write this.

In the Spring of 2013, after we lost our little boy, Blaise, who we were trying to adopt from the Congo, our friend Karen gave us a beautiful gift. She gave us a yellow rose bush that was called “Sun Blessed”. This was the perfect way for us to honor and remember the little boy that was so briefly in our life in pictures, but forever in our hearts as a son. We planted the rose bush and enjoyed it’s beautiful yellow blooms for the past two summers.

This winter we had several hard freezes and many of our plants looked like they were struggling. A friend’s parents stopped by one day. They both happen to have very green thumbs and were surveying the yard, letting us know which plants were well and which ones were dead. One plant that I had given up hope on, they proclaimed would be just fine. However, our beloved yellow, Sun Blessed, rose bush, they pronounced dead. They had no idea how much it meant to us and said we should go ahead and tear it out and plant something else.

Both Roger and I were heartsick. We had cherished this gift and felt terrible that it was no longer alive.

For the next couple of weeks, I decided that I was going to continue watering it. I did it out of habit, not giving it much thought. Then, the week before last, as I was enjoying the few minutes of quiet that I get while watering my plants, I started praying and asking God if He would be so kind as to bring that plant back from the dead: to make it bloom again. I know God has much more important things to concern Himself with, but I’ve learned in recent years that He cares about the big and the small. He wants to hear from us.

So I kept on praying and asking God if He would bring that plant back to life. One day, I was even so bold as to ask if He did bring it back, would it please be a sign that Daniel was coming home soon. Now I don’t want to make God out to be a liar, by putting ultimatums out there, but I thought it couldn’t hurt to ask.

So last week as I was watering and praying, I looked down at the rose bush and low and behold, there were the tiniest green leaves sprouting from the base of the bush.

It’s alive! I know it may seem silly to some people, but this answered prayer brought me more joy and renewed hope than I can describe. God was reminding me that He brings dead things back to life. He makes beauty from ashes.

We have mourned the loss of Blaise, and all of the children who have died senselessly because of poverty and disease. But God is doing a new thing. He’s brining another little boy home to our family.

And who knows? Maybe God will answer that second prayer and bring Daniel home as the bush is blooming. But even if He doesn’t, I’m so grateful for a God that cares about the details and answers prayers so specifically and beautifully, and who brings beauty from ashes.

Blooming in Exile

Today was my last MOPS (Moms of Preschoolers) Bible Study. Becky Rutland has been an amazing leader who has unfolded God’s word in amazing ways over the past year.

Today, she had us go through an exercise that involved examining our fears. She had us write down the things we are currently fearful about: relationships, money, children, life situations, etc. Then she told us to ask ourselves “What lie has the enemy, Satan, spoken to you about this fear? After we identified the lie, we wrote the truth, God’s Truth, about the situation.

MY FEAR: I’m afraid that Daniel won’t be home for months or even years.

Of course it seems natural that any mother would fear time away from her son. But, I knew deep down that there was more to it than that. I was really struggling with the lie behind this fear. And then, I realized that what I’m really afraid of, is that life will be on hold, that the goodness that lies ahead will not come into my life until Daniel is finally home.

Then God did something really wonderful. He reminded me of a scripture that I heard years ago.

Jeremiah 29:4-7

“This is what the Lord Almighty, the God of Israel, says to all those I carried into exile from Jerusalem to Babylon: “Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce. Marry and have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage, so that they too may have sons and daughters. Increase in number there; do not decrease. Also, seek the peace and prosperity of the city to which I have carried you into exile. Pray to the Lord for it, because if it prospers, you too will prosper.”

THE TRUTH: God can help me bloom and prosper, even while I’m living in exhile.

Since January, God has been doing something so amazing and definitely supernatural in me. He has given me a peace in the midst of my waiting. I desperately want my son home, but I’m not hopeless, in despair and struggling. He’s been showing me that that He’s given me a life and it’s right in front of me, right now with an amazing husband, the three beautiful kids I have at home and with one extraordinary little boy on the other side of the world.

Little by little, I’m learning to be content in my current situation. But, I think God is calling me, and all of us to something greater than just contentment. I think He wants us to prosper and thrive, even in the hard times.

So whatever type of exhile you’re living in, whether it’s unemployment, the death of a loved one, the unfaithfulness of a spouse, the ridicule or cruelty of your peers, relational conflict, the uncertainty of illness, parenting a wayward child, the reality of unfulfilled dreams, struggling through addiction, or waiting for your child to come home from the Congo, I think God is calling us to PROSPER, to wait well, to live well and to plant gardens in our city and watch them BLOOM.

ADOPTION NON-UPDATE: Sorry but this is a LONG ONE!

Roger and I are so blessed to have so many friends who are praying for us, encouraging us and reaching out to us as we walk this adoption journey. I haven’t posted much lately because there hasn’t been anything new to report. We had a great meeting with Senator Corker and his staff in DC and we’re hopeful that they along with other offices are putting pressure on our government to fight to get all of the adopted kids home.

Many people ask how I am doing and I can honestly say that I’m doing well. That has not always been the case every day of this journey, but for the last month or so, I have felt a sweet peace that I know only comes from Jesus.

When Roger and I started this journey, we prayed every Sunday night for a year, asking the Lord to make clear to us whether or not we were supposed to adopt. We prayed about choosing an agency and the age range that we thought would work best for our young family. We prayed about what special needs we could handle, and how we could afford an international adoption. We prayed for a little boy we didn’t know.

Every decision, every piece of paperwork, every detail of this adoption has been covered in prayer either by us or by our friends and family. Never before in my life have I prayed so much or pleaded with the LORD for the same thing over and over again.

In those prayers, in those moments of pleading and asking for good and noble and just things, God is teaching me three things:

He’s teaching me to wait.

He’s teaching me to bend to His good and perfect will.

And He’s teaching me to be faithful in the little things.

  1. WAITING – I don’t like to wait. I’m not very good at it. Honestly, I think my kids are better at it than I am. I check my text messages at red lights, just to pacify me so I don’t have to sit and wait passively. I yell at my kids when they take FOREVER to get in the car. If you know Roger, than you know that it sometimes takes him a minute to formulate his thoughts before he speaks because he chooses his words carefully. And there are times when I rudely interrupt his thought process and say “YES… and???”. This adoption process has just magnified my impatience and impulsiveness. I check my email and adoption Facebook groups obsessively every day. I call my Congressional representatives multiple times a week for updates. I want information, I want movement, and I want to control it and make it happen. And I want it NOW! But as the months go by, I’m learning that my obsessive information hoarding and scheming doesn’t get me any closer to bringing my baby home. Nothing I have done, or will do, will ultimately change the situation. This journey has caused us to reflect a lot on the Old Testament, specifically, the Israelites time in the Wilderness. Their wait was LONG; 40 years to be exact. The funny thing is, God had purpose in their waiting. It wasn’t for naught. Yes, I believe that God wants Daniel to be in a family and He wants him to come home, but if I understand that He is good, than I also have to believe that there is good in the waiting.

Just like the Israelites, during this wilderness of waiting, God has shown Roger and me His protection, His provision and His preparation for what is to come.

Psalm 130:5-6 says “ I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in his word I put my hope. I wait for the Lord more than watchman wait for the morning, more than watchman wait for the morning.”

The psalmist is pointing out how the watchman have to endure the passing of time, in order to be relieved of their duties in the morning.

Roger and I are in a place where we’re trying to do more than just endure the passing of time, while we wait for Daniel to come home. God is showing us that this period of waiting is a time for us to gaze at Him, to know Him in more intimate deeper ways. We are beginning to understand in ways we never realized, how this life is really all about His story, not our own.

  1. Bending to His good and perfect will – I’ve always got a plan. I’ve had a plan for my life since I was a little girl. I love to write, and I especially loved my job when I worked for a marketing firm in Pittsburgh. I got to write speeches for a Fortune 500 CEO. But deep down, my greatest desire, after getting married, was to stay home and raise a family. I wanted a big family, with the children born close together so that they could grow up and become the best of friends one day. I always wanted a sister, so I was sure that I would have at least two girls, so they could experience that special bond that I felt like I missed out on. I must say, my life has been pretty charmed. I have a great husband (we’ve only had to do a few years of therapy to say that with sincerity), and I had all three of my biological kids in just under four years. Girl – Boy – Girl. What more could I ask for? We live in a nice home in a safe neighborhood and our kids attend a public school that could rival most private schools. I can’t argue with the fact that God has certainly given me “the desires of my heart”. But a funny thing happens when you’re a Christian., your desires morph and change, the closer you get to Him. We were just having lunch with some good friends after church, solving the world’s problems by discussing this very subject. What’s the difference between asking God to give us the desires of our hearts, and expecting Him to be a genie in a bottle who grants our every wish? I believe that’s part of the mystery of faith and prayers. Somehow, when we bend ourselves in His direction, He changes us and our desires. He gives us longings for things that are of Him, rather than simply of the world. I still want granite counter tops, a new master bathroom, crown molding, a new wardrobe, OH and a new car. I don’t think those things are bad, but I’m learning that my happiness, and my joy don’t come from those things. More than all of those things combined, I want my son to come home. But even that desire, is ancillary to my desire for God’s will to come first.   Because I believe Romans 8:28 when it says “ And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”

Again, I believe that God wants Daniel to come home, but if I force my hand, and like Abraham took Hagar, I take matters into my own hands, I can’t say that I truly trust him.

  1. Finally, He’s teaching us to be faithful in the little things. As we flip through Facebook and Instagram, we are bombarded with images of life’s big moments: engagements, weddings, births of babies, birthday parties, vacations, adoptions, airport moments, graduations, you get the point.

But every day life is really not that exciting. We wake up, wipe bottoms, make meals, referee fights between kids, cart the kids around, do homework, go to bed, and do it all over again the next day. Life can be pretty mundane.

Roger and I are learning more and more, that God meets us in the mundane.   He’s there when I’m folding laundry, and saying no to the iPad for the 100th time that day. He’s there when my son forgets his water bottle at the zoo and we walk 3.5 miles back to the kangaroos to dig it out of the garbage can that the sanitation worker threw it in, and I’m spitting mad and have to apologize to my son in the car on the way home for my bad attitude, because the reality is that mommy forgets things too and we all make mistakes. He’s there when I listen to the silly, giggle filled stories from my 5 year old’s day of preschool. And He’s there when my oldest comes home from school and doesn’t understand why some girls are mean.

My kitchen is sacred ground. Our savior lives and breathes and walks this earth through little old me. And it’s up to me to seek His face, and to be faithful in the little things. To be emotionally present, and not thinking, “but when Daniel comes home, then I’ll be able to focus on them.”

1 John 4:11-12 says “Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.

I want it to be said, that I loved and trusted God and loved my children well, even when I didn’t feel like it. Even when I just wanted to crawl in bed and feel sorry for myself. I don’t get it right every day. I get it wrong a lot in fact. But I’m learning to be faithful in the little things, and I’m bending toward His will, as I wait.

ADOPTION NON-UPDATE: Sorry but this is a LONG ONE!

Roger and I are so blessed to have so many friends who are praying for us, encouraging us and reaching out to us as we walk this adoption journey. I haven’t posted much lately because there hasn’t been anything new to report. We had a great meeting with Senator Corker and his staff in DC and we’re hopeful that they along with other offices are putting pressure on our government to fight to get all of the adopted kids home.

Many people ask how I am doing and I can honestly say that I’m doing well. That has not always been the case every day of this journey, but for the last month or so, I have felt a sweet peace that I know only comes from Jesus.

When Roger and I started this journey, we prayed every Sunday night for a year, asking the Lord to make clear to us whether or not we were supposed to adopt. We prayed about choosing an agency and the age range that we thought would work best for our young family. We prayed about what special needs we could handle, and how we could afford an international adoption. We prayed for a little boy we didn’t know.

Every decision, every piece of paperwork, every detail of this adoption has been covered in prayer either by us or by our friends and family. Never before in my life have I prayed so much or pleaded with the LORD for the same thing over and over again.

In those prayers, in those moments of pleading and asking for good and noble and just things, God is teaching me three things:

He’s teaching me to wait.

He’s teaching me to bend to His good and perfect will.

And He’s teaching me to be faithful in the little things.

  1. WAITING – I don’t like to wait. I’m not very good at it. Honestly, I think my kids are better at it than I am. I check my text messages at red lights, just to pacify me so I don’t have to sit and wait passively. I yell at my kids when they take FOREVER to get in the car. If you know Roger, than you know that it sometimes takes him a minute to formulate his thoughts before he speaks because he chooses his words carefully. And there are times when I rudely interrupt his thought process and say “YES… and???”. This adoption process has just magnified my impatience and impulsiveness. I check my email and adoption Facebook groups obsessively every day. I call my Congressional representatives multiple times a week for updates. I want information, I want movement, and I want to control it and make it happen. And I want it NOW! But as the months go by, I’m learning that my obsessive information hoarding and scheming doesn’t get me any closer to bringing my baby home. Nothing I have done, or will do, will ultimately change the situation. This journey has caused us to reflect a lot on the Old Testament, specifically, the Israelites time in the Wilderness. Their wait was LONG; 40 years to be exact. The funny thing is, God had purpose in their waiting. It wasn’t for naught. Yes, I believe that God wants Daniel to be in a family and He wants him to come home, but if I understand that He is good, than I also have to believe that there is good in the waiting.

Just like the Israelites, during this wilderness of waiting, God has shown Roger and me His protection, His provision and His preparation for what is to come.

Psalm 130:5-6 says “ I wait for the Lord, my whole being waits, and in his word I put my hope. I wait for the Lord more than watchman wait for the morning, more than watchman wait for the morning.”

The psalmist is pointing out how the watchman have to endure the passing of time, in order to be relieved of their duties in the morning.

Roger and I are in a place where we’re trying to do more than just endure the passing of time, while we wait for Daniel to come home. God is showing us that this period of waiting is a time for us to gaze at Him, to know Him in more intimate deeper ways. We are beginning to understand in ways we never realized, how this life is really all about His story, not our own.

  1. Bending to His good and perfect will – I’ve always got a plan. I’ve had a plan for my life since I was a little girl. I love to write, and I especially loved my job when I worked for a marketing firm in Pittsburgh. I got to write speeches for a Fortune 500 CEO. But deep down, my greatest desire, after getting married, was to stay home and raise a family. I wanted a big family, with the children born close together so that they could grow up and become the best of friends one day. I always wanted a sister, so I was sure that I would have at least two girls, so they could experience that special bond that I felt like I missed out on. I must say, my life has been pretty charmed. I have a great husband (we’ve only had to do a few years of therapy to say that with sincerity), and I had all three of my biological kids in just under four years. Girl – Boy – Girl. What more could I ask for? We live in a nice home in a safe neighborhood and our kids attend a public school that could rival most private schools. I can’t argue with the fact that God has certainly given me “the desires of my heart”. But a funny thing happens when you’re a Christian., your desires morph and change, the closer you get to Him. We were just having lunch with some good friends after church, solving the world’s problems by discussing this very subject. What’s the difference between asking God to give us the desires of our hearts, and expecting Him to be a genie in a bottle who grants our every wish? I believe that’s part of the mystery of faith and prayers. Somehow, when we bend ourselves in His direction, He changes us and our desires. He gives us longings for things that are of Him, rather than simply of the world. I still want granite counter tops, a new master bathroom, crown molding, a new wardrobe, OH and a new car. I don’t think those things are bad, but I’m learning that my happiness, and my joy don’t come from those things. More than all of those things combined, I want my son to come home. But even that desire, is ancillary to my desire for God’s will to come first.   Because I believe Romans 8:28 when it says “ And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.”

Again, I believe that God wants Daniel to come home, but if I force my hand, and like Abraham took Hagar, I take matters into my own hands, I can’t say that I truly trust him.

  1. Finally, He’s teaching us to be faithful in the little things. As we flip through Facebook and Instagram, we are bombarded with images of life’s big moments: engagements, weddings, births of babies, birthday parties, vacations, adoptions, airport moments, graduations, you get the point.

But every day life is really not that exciting. We wake up, wipe bottoms, make meals, referee fights between kids, cart the kids around, do homework, go to bed, and do it all over again the next day. Life can be pretty mundane.

Roger and I are learning more and more, that God meets us in the mundane.   He’s there when I’m folding laundry, and saying no to the iPad for the 100th time that day. He’s there when my son forgets his water bottle at the zoo and we walk 3.5 miles back to the kangaroos to dig it out of the garbage can that the sanitation worker threw it in, and I’m spitting mad and have to apologize to my son in the car on the way home for my bad attitude, because the reality is that mommy forgets things too and we all make mistakes. He’s there when I listen to the silly, giggle filled stories from my 5 year old’s day of preschool. And He’s there when my oldest comes home from school and doesn’t understand why some girls are mean.

My kitchen is sacred ground. Our savior lives and breathes and walks this earth through little old me. And it’s up to me to seek His face, and to be faithful in the little things. To be emotionally present, and not thinking, “but when Daniel comes home, then I’ll be able to focus on them.”

1 John 4:11-12 says “Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.

I want it to be said, that I loved my children well, even when I didn’t feel like it. Even when I just wanted to crawl in bed and feel sorry for myself. I don’t get it right every day. I get it wrong a lot in fact. But I’m learning to be faithful in the little things, and I’m bending toward His will, as I wait.

Bringing Daniel Home T-Shirt Sale

I Corinthians 13 is one of the most well known passages in the Bible. I’ve heard it recited all of my life. In college, we read it at the beginning of every single one of my sorority meetings. I’ve attended several weddings where it was included as the scripture reading during the ceremony. This passage has meant different things to me at different times of my life.

At this season of life, I am particularly drawn to the quality of love, that is persistent, that doesn’t give up, that won’t let us down.

In October of 2012, we began the international adoption process and believed that we were going to welcome a little boy from Africa to our family in about 6-9 months. That’s the speed at which the adoption process was moving at the time.

In February of 2013, we were matched with a little boy. We were thrilled beyond belief to see his sweet face and waited patiently for weeks for his paperwork to arrive, so we could formally accept his referral. Before we were able to get that paperwork, our little boy became very sick and eventually passed away. We were devastated, angry and stunned. How could this happen? How could the little boy that we waited for and prayed for, die before we ever got to hold him?

We cried; we grieved; we wrestled with God. For five months, we waited (not so patiently), until we were once again matched, this time with a one month old little boy. His beautiful chocolate skin, tiny ringlet curls and big beautiful eyes had us captivated at first sight. We were in love. God had blessed us with not one, but two little boys through the gift of adoption.

Within five weeks of accepting his referral, the country we are adopting from, put a suspension in place on all inter-country adoptions. They stopped issuing “exit letters” to all adopted children, meaning that although we would become Daniel’s legal parents in December of 2013, responsible for him in all ways, we are not allowed to bring him home.

So we sit here, after two years since beginning the adoption process, one year after becoming his legal parents, and tons of paperwork, tears and heartache later, and yet we would never dream of giving up.

LOVE NEVER FAILS.

No matter what the government may say.
No matter how long we have to pay monthly installments for someone else to care for him.
No matter how many times our hearts break because we can’t hold him.
No matter how long it takes.
No matter how many miles we have to travel.

WE WILL BRING HIM HOME!

We serve a God who never fails us. And because we trust that God has led us down this road, we will continue to have faith, hope, and love. The scripture says, love “always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails”.

We would love it if you would join with us in believing that God is #BringingDanielHome. Would you consider purchasing one of our t-shirts? Your support will help cover our past travel expenses for our trip this October to apply for Daniel’s visa, as well as our future travel expenses when we go to pick him up.

We’d love to see you wearing our shirts and encourage you to take a picture and tag us! Then, some day, hopefully soon, we hope to all be wearing them in the Nashville airport as we bring Daniel home!

The shirts are Unisex, Super Soft, Dark Heather Navy, and come in sizes XS-2XL. They are $20 each + flat rate shipping of $5, no matter how many you order. If you are local you do not have to pay shipping.

To order, please click on this link and fill out the Google form (helps me keep all of the orders straight!)  http://goo.gl/forms/ECPFs73fNu

Then pay by check, PayPal (pay to johnson_julie_ann@yahoo.com) call me for a credit card payment, or in person with cash.

If the form intimidates you, you can always message me here on Facebook and just give me your order.

The shirts were created by our dear friend, Linda Scotto, who we fell in love with while visiting Daniel, and whose daughter Miriam, stole our hearts when she sang “I am not forgotten”. You can check out Linda’s fabulous business at http://teeswithapurpose.com

As always, please only order if you actually like the t-shirts and have the money to spare. Roger and I have been SO fortunate to have the things we have and we will always find a way to support our son. We know how fortunate we are, and would never want anyone feeling like we are looking for handouts.

Thank you, and please feel free to share.
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It’s been TOO long!

I’m so sorry that I haven’t updated the blog since February! A lot has happened, and yet it seems like not much has happened too. In March, we found out that we passed court and our son legally become our’s! We are so thrilled to say that he is now a part of our family! Since then, we have been waiting on documents to come in so that we can apply for his American Visa (he can’t enter the USA without one). As of right now, we are waiting for them to arrive any day so that we can travel to his country and apply.

There are a lot of rumors flying around that kids may be able to come home soon. We would be THRILLED if this is the case. We can’t wait to hold him in our arms and love and kiss on him!

Packing has been fun and difficult at the same time. How do you pack for a child you’ve never held and are not sure what size he is, what he likes to eat and what he likes to play with? Of course, I’ve probably gone overboard, but it is so fun to imagine him wearing adorable outfits and playing with toys his brother and sisters picked out for him.

Also, we will be staying in an apartment most of the time we are there, so we’ve had to pack all of our own food. This wouldn’t be that difficult, except for the fact that my husband gets severe migraines from preservatives. RAMAN NOODLES ARE THE DEVIL! So we’ll be eating a lot of Clif Bars, peanut butter and canned chicken… Oh, and Oreos!

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Infinity Scarves

Hi Friends!

For those of you that are not on Facebook, I wanted to let you know I am selling Infinity Scarves to help make money for our adoption.  If you are interested in one, please message me and we can work out shipping, etc.  Thank you!ImageImageImageImageImageImageImageImage

Progress!

I just wanted to send a quick update for those of you following our adoption. This morning we got good news from our agency letting us know that we’ve crossed a milestone in the adoption process in country. Now we are hopefully a month or so away from him becoming a Johnson! After he is legally our’s in country, we are still many months away from brining him home, but it’s still something to rejoice over!!!

Please continue to pray that our process moves along quickly. He is almost 7 months old now and I know we are missing out on some sweet moments with him. 
Thank you for praying with us!

Vintage Inspired Franklin Towels!

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We’re excited to announce that we have a new product for sale!  Vintage inspired Franklin flour sack towels.  They are $10 each or 3 for $25.  For locals, they make the perfect teacher, bus driver, mail carrier, etc. gift!!!

Message me at gggdrops@gmail  if you’d like to order, or head over to our Facebook page to see all of the items we have for sale.  Thanks!

https://www.facebook.com/pages/Goody-Goody-Gum-Drops/259469874126669