Ghana

So! Ghana. Final answer.

Truth is, I spent a lot of yesterday crying off and on (I don't think I have a hormonal reason to be so emotional, but I'm not really back in the swing of things cyclically-speaking anyway). But I was just completely fed up with the waiting.

I know, I know, you adoptive mamas are probably shaking your heads. And I'm sure the in-process waiting will be super-hard as well, and I'm also sure I will be struggling not to complain the whole time then, too. But there's something worse about not knowing what we're gonna do that makes the waiting so much harder. If I'm going to work to bring home a child, I want to be bonding already: planning, preparing, pondering, all that great stuff you get to do as you're expecting.

But when you're weighing different countries (and, indeed, different continents), it's very hard to do any sort of bonding. Your child could be tan, brown, or coal black. You could be in his/her country for one week twice, or six weeks, or three months. The process could take 6 months or 18 months.

I know some of it is a control issue, and I'm sure the Lord is not done with that (dun dun DUN), but some of it is simply not even knowing what to have faith for. Not knowing what to have hope about. So I've really struggled with hopelessness about the situation - somehow believing God will never tell us. I don't know why that's such a common lie that comes up in my life, but I'd like to be rid of it, thanks!

So I asked Stephen yesterday if we should just take a month of from trying to find a country, like hit a reset button or something. And he said we should just go with Ghana, since it's the only program and country we both feel peaceful about.

So here we go!