When Kevin and I went to meet Isaac for the first time, we had to move him from rural Ethiopia into the capital city. We went out to the Mati Child Development Center in Ziway, Ethiopia (one of the most beautiful places on Earth) and met some pretty amazing people.
One of those people was Iris, the girl who loved zippers and Velcro. She was such a delight and just fell in love with Kevin. When it came time to leave, she jumped in the van and was ready to go home with us. She thought we were her family. (Insert sobbing here)
Since then, we have been praying for little Iris. For her to be restored to her biological family, or for an adoptive family. Every day. I have her picture next to my work desk, Kevin has her picture in his wallet.
Long story short, Iris was right, we are her family. Recent events have made it so we will be able to adopt her. We only know the broad brushstrokes and we are still filling in the finer details, but if we seem distracted or extra busy, it's because we are trying to do what we did for Isaac's paperwork (that took six months) in 45 days.
This entire situation has been a miracle and we know God will help us through any bumps that we come across, and we believe that yet again, he has given us his call of Psalms 89:1 "Give justice to the weak and the fatherless; maintain the right of the afflicted and the destitute."