Voice of Truth

But the Voice of truth tells me a different story
the Voice of truth says "do not be afraid!"
and the Voice of truth says "this is for My glory"
Out of all the voices calling out to me
I will choose to listen and believe the Voice of truth

~ "Voice of Truth" by Casting Crowns ~

Dear 'Lockbox'

Dear Lockbox~

I'm sure there's an explanation somewhere for you, but I haven't found it. Where are you? What are you? Why are you?

Are you some time-space concept, like the Never-Never land of adoption paperwork, a blip in time where a family's paperwork simply disappears from the radar?

You even have an email address! Really? I mean, if in two weeks' time my $830 check hasn't even been cashed, how long will it take you to respond to my email?

Maybe you are a therapeutic gap in time to allow me to re-think adoption. You know, that last straw of discouragement to break the camel's back, one last chance to keep me from jumping off the proverbial cliff. What you should know is, I've got family members who've already tried to talk me out of adoption, people who openly call me 'crazy'...so for this time of reconsideration - thank you, no!

I can't imagine the water cooler chatter of those in your employ: "It's probably time to shift the stacks. Go ahead and turn that one over. Maybe this application will be ripe next week."

Surely you are of the enemy. But get one thing straight ~ by this point we are committed. And in several months when our paperwork once again lands on your premise, when we're nearly out of our minds waiting, we're still committed. Because we run this race with the strength of One who is so much greater than you!

You are a distraction, a weapon of discouragement. After all, I should be sleeping now, or working, and here I am, thinking about you.

I realize you are a gap in time which, once I hold my daughter, will be quickly forgotten, but for now you are a thorn in my side.

Oh, I know my query will go unanswered. But sometimes adoptive parents just need to get these things off our chests.

Sincerely,

One of Many Adoptive Parents Waiting for You to Make the Next Move

*Note to Self*

When my 3-year-old complains all day that her tummy hurts, even though she seems fine, I would be wise to take a change of clothes to the football game...and another vehicle.