Yesterday turned out to be rather stormy.
Both figuratively and literally.
I received email after email of adoption delays:
...your paperwork was lost in the change-over to the new process...
...I am so sorry I failed to send these, but this is a new
process for home study only families and I simply failed to include the
paperwork...
...also, because you are adopting from China,
you will be required to complete the attached documents...
...we
have the following documents, however, they are not notarized and the
documents for your dossier will require a notary statement and
attestation of the signatures...
It almost became a joke each time I checked my email -- another unread sucker punch awaiting.
But we knew there would be days like this when it came to the adoption process.
It won't be our last day either.
With each email blow, I kept hearing, "It's okay, Ashley...it's okay..." in my heart.
I know God's timing is perfect in all things.
I know "it's okay..." even when it doesn't seem that way.
Just after getting Aubrey in bed, Daniel and I grabbed some strawberry delight from the fridge and headed to our room to work on the adoption paperwork that we now faced and turned on the OKC Thunder game.
{Two minutes later...}
"Are those tornado sirens?"
"Huh?"
"Tornado sirens...I think I hear tornado sirens..."
"Yep, those are tornado sirens."
{Rain and hail begins pounding the house.}
"
Daddy!"
{Grabbed shoes, scooped Aubrey out of bed, put on helmets, and squeezed in our closet under the stairs.}
"I'm kinda scared, Mom."
{Power goes out.}
Thirty minutes of prayer, singing songs, reading books, and playing with Alphie the Robot -- we emerged from our closet shelter by the glow of Aubrey's princess flashlight. We were safe. Well, except for our bathroom skylight -- it wasn't a fan of the grapefruit size hail.
We made a little pallet by our bed for Aubrey and all of us tossed and turn with hot, tired bodies begging for sleep.
But this morning, the sun is shining bright.
The power is back on.
Daniel is off to work.
Aubrey and I spent our mid-morning cleaning up the storm's debris...even laughing and singing while we worked.
Went to the grocery store and prepped for tonight's dinner.
Aubrey is actually taking an afternoon nap.
I have a few moments to write this blog post.
The storm has passed.
And we survived.
Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed,
for His compassions never fail.
They are new every morning;
great is Your faithfulness.
Lamentations 3:22-23