Joy and pain

God did some impossible things for us today. He kept taking away every possibility that it would all work out for us to come home Tuesday. There was no way we could break all the rules and get one,two,three impossible things to work out in the time we needed them to happen. Everything was close, people said yes to things they usually say no to....but we missed the deadline...and then God, not us, extended the hours of the US embassy on a day when they don't take appointments anyway, the Friday before a holiday. Why? We certainly dont deserve all that blessing but we had some amazing people praying for us and we received the benefit. It was so exciting to see God make a situation impossible and then step in to do the impossible. Thank you Jesus for letting us be a part of your plan to bring Glory to You! The joy is easy to see but mingled in was pain. We spent twelve hours straight with Judah. Outside the Orphange. Expecting him to deal with stressful situations and an overload of stimulation. It was too much. My sweet son has had seven years of almost zero mental stimulation. It's just wrong. Wrong that he has not had a mom and dad teaching him about life. Wrong that even though he is in a really nice orphanage they don't have the funds or the staff to teach these children. To give a smart boy like my son something to occupy his mind. Seven long years in one building with one play yard and nothing else but time. It is painful to see what that has done to him. If anyone thinks that an orphanage, even a really nice one can replace a family, feel free to join us for the plane ride home. Come on over the next few months and spend some time with my son. If today is even a small example I can assure you the transition is going to be tough for him. I know that once again God is setting the stage to show His Glory. I'm exited about watching it happen. I'm not excited about all the ones that we are leaving behind. It is a sad thing for a child to be without a mother and a father. We are taking Judah away from that but who will come and care about all the children we leave behind?