A time to be silent and a time to speak...

Ecclesiastes 3:1-8

There is a time for everything,
    and a season for every activity under the heavens:

2     a time to be born and a time to die,
    a time to plant and a time to uproot,
3     a time to kill and a time to heal,
    a time to tear down and a time to build,
4     a time to weep and a time to laugh,
    a time to mourn and a time to dance,
5     a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
    a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing,
6     a time to search and a time to give up,
    a time to keep and a time to throw away,
7     a time to tear and a time to mend,
    a time to be silent and a time to speak,
8     a time to love and a time to hate,
    a time for war and a time for peace.

        After the shock of finding out that our case has been sitting still for over a year and a half last month I have spent most of the time in silence.  Silence mourning the time past, the time missed being with our daughter, and the time that still seems to tick away while we go on with life.  

       Since our last blog we also found out our state certification has run out, first time for our local agency.   So we had to have yet another home study with the hassle of getting medical paper, financial papers, and fingerprints; again.   FYI in the last four year we have been finger printed 8 times!  They still have not changed, imagine that!  So that is two dossiers and two state home studies; not counting the 4 different moves in the last 4 years that needed to be approved and written up for our I800.  During this process of gathering health records I ran into a snag with my son's records.  The doctor tried to add something that was not needed and would cause India to think twice about our homestudy.  This broke me.  After meeting with his supervisor who informed me he will not change it, I walked to my closet fell to the floor and went through all the stages of grief possible.  Now remember this fit was four years in the making.  I was at a loss.  If he did not change this information on my son's report we might not be able to continue.  This was devastating to me; also if this doctor was right every thing I learned in my years of counseling had failed me.  

        After an hour of laying on the floor I reached anger and got up and went out to see my husband, calm and collected, sitting reading his phone.  This made me so mad.  He then proceeded to read to me the guidelines of a test that was given to my son.  (Side note God has made my husband so perfect for me.) Come to find out the doctor read the results incorrectly and we had physical proof.  Needless to say I was thrilled after the feelings of embarrassment had passed because of my childish fit.  Long story short the doctor removed the sentence and his supervisor is correcting his understanding of the test result guidelines.  

         One battle down.  So the silence period is now over.  I am now ready to speak!  As of today we know that our case is in fact still in the same court and with the same judge.  He did not make an official ruling on us (from what they can tell) and we may just have to simply petition again to be heard.  If not we will appeal to be heard.  Our India rep will be going in March to find out for sure and push to get our day in court.  Please be in prayer for his trip there.

         Some have asked why we just haven't quit and adopted domestically.  I simply say; "she is our daughter".  I would fight for all my children and she is my child.  She is our child.  She is His child and He will prevail through this process.   Jesus is our advocate and through this trial He will prevail.

Haddie girl we are fighting for you!  Please pray with us that this will be the year we bring her home.