Ten Percent!

One thing I am learning about this adoption process: ain’t nothing about it easy, except loving the little one you’re pursuing.

It’s been a roller-coaster ride the past two days. Yesterday was our home visit from the social worker. It went fabulously well — SO much better than I imagined. She barely glanced around each room, and spent most of the time just chatting with us over the answers on our personal profiles we ‘d filled out.

Piece of cake!

But…then she casually mentioned that another client told her that the Ugandan courts close each winter for a couple of months.

Wh-what? Closed? As in, not open, at all?

Yeah. That kind of “closed.”

We’re still trying to find out the exact dates, but this means that it’s going to take some serious God-intervention for us to meet our goal of bringing our daughter home before the end of the year. If it doesn’t happen by mid-November, we have to wait until February.

I know it’s just a couple of months more, but this beautiful girl (and y’all — she is SO beautiful — I am blown away by her beauty, inside and out) has her little heart set on being with her new family before Christmas. The pastor tells me that she talks about it daily, that she’s even gone as far as to show him how she plans to sit properly on the airplane ride home.

We sent her a photo album and it is kept in the pastor’s office. She looks at it daily and kisses our pictures.

The thought of causing any more pain in her little life is breaking my heart.

But God knows all the details, while I do not. And I have to trust Him.

So, I’m processing this news of the courts closing when someone sends me this link: Ebola Threat in Uganda

And then I’m scared. Scared for her, scared to go there, alarmed that for the first time, this deadly virus has appeared in a big city.

So scared of the dangers of venturing into the unknown. My mother’s heart worried that my little girl could catch this somehow, even though the logical side of my mind knows that the chances are slim. Praying. Praying.

I go to do the grocery shopping, all the while my mind wandering back to Africa and praying over courts and judges and diseases and this precious little girl.

And then, when I come home, I see an email from a dear friend, offering to cover one of our airline tickets to Uganda.

Wow. Wow. Another reminder that my heavenly Father has got this.

My husband and I were both teary-eyed over this news. And I’m crying again just typing it. This generous gift takes us to having met 10% of our fundraising goal, and Donnie was all-smiles as he adjusted the thermometer to reflect it.

As the orphanage’s pastor tells me often, “God is good and to be praised ALL the time!”

Amen, my brother. Amen!



  1. Kari, try to remember there is no cause for alarm. This is so obviously God’s plan, which means it’s already done. Ebola cannot alter it – nothing can alter it. Just rest in Him and let it happen.