We received official word Friday morning that our finder interview had been moved to April 17th. Even though I was expecting this, I had still been hoping and praying for a miracle and that we could still keep our original travel plans. I'm not much of a crier, so I just immediately got mad. Mad at the fact that we weren't leaving for another month, mad at the US Embassy for requiring a stupid finder interview anyway, mad at the fact that I had moved mountains to get my work schedule rearranged and the kids taken care of for a week while we'd be gone and really mad at our finder for being such a douche bag and not showing up for his original interview. Why does this process have to take so freaking long?
I guess the weight of the previous weeks stress finally got to me when I walked into my favorite, local coffee shop for my daily latte, and my favorite barista asked me how I was doing and the tears started flowing....and flowing and flowing. I could not pull myself together, for like 2 hours. Poor barista didn't know what to do with me. Can we say awkward? So it was then work as usual with smudged mascara and a red face. I guess that sometimes girls really do just need a good cry. I feel better now.
So now we just wait. Our tentative travel dates are now April 20-26. We are trying to get the interview moved up and praying like crazy that our finder actually shows up this time and that we will get cleared easily. It is comforting to know that Robel's life is the same. He is too young to understand that he has a family in Texas and is in a wonderful orphanage where he has great care. He is healthy and thriving and has hundreds of people praying for him every day. What more could a momma ask for? God's timing is always perfect, even if we don't understand it.