As I walk through the adoption process with friends on both sides of an adoption, I am convinced that this process is not for the weak.
I have often compared the process to a roller coaster with its up and downs. Sudden twists and turns. Sometimes fighting an uphill battle that looks impossible to climb. So slowly the process can move. And then, suddenly: News! Everything is back in fast-forward. You’ve survived the climb and the plunge, but there are surprises around every bend. Don’t let down your guard. Hang on!
Now put the roller coaster in the dark. No clue which way you’ll be jerked or dropped or lifted. No way to prepare yourself. You simply know that at the end of this sometimes terrifying journey, a child (or maybe two. or three) is waiting with open arms and a big grin.
That seems to sum up foreign adoption, as I watch it happen.
The joy of meeting ones whose lives will be forever changed makes this thrill ride ever so worth it. I asked yesterday for prayer for a specific meeting that took place. And I ask for continued prayer as that meeting has led to yet another one. Tomorrow.
Adoption. Foreign adoption. Only the strong need apply.