Sometimes My Blood Boils

Adopting from U is hard.  The travel.  The process.  The weeks away from home.  There are twists and turns and roadblocks that take the breath away.

When families get to the last part - the final steps in the capital city - they are usually hanging on by a thread.  They have just been given custody of their child/children and they are just wanting to go home.  Their longing to touch down on American soil so that they can finally breath is at its peak.  Home is calling.  The children they left behind are at the end of their patience.  Their new treasure is scared and in desperate need of stability and security.  They are almost finished.  The final pieces no longer involve the U government.  All that is left is for the final papers from their country - the United States - to be stamped so that they can go home.

We know what it is like to get to that final stage.  Eight weeks in country over a three month timespan had us screaming in our hearts for home.  We arrived in the capital in a daze.  The separation from Ben and Elijah was killing us.  We were exhausted.  We wanted out.  We had made it through the gauntlet, we had Aaron and now it was time to go home.  We had 2 simple days left and we were going to be out of there.  The last piece was supposed to be easy.  Nothing was supposed to go wrong.  We arrived at the US Embassy without dread.  This was OUR Embassy.  Our safe place.  We were Americans and Americans take care of their own. 

They didn't have our documents.  What was supposed to be easy became a massive mountain.  I'll never forget standing there in our American Embassy in total shock and horror.  We couldn't leave.  Immigration had messed up.  We were stuck in the city. 

Our driver took us back to apartment and we stumbled inside.  We were alone and completely unbalanced.  Our facilitators could not help us because this was an American problem.  We were facing an unknown amount of days/weeks until the paperwork could be sorted out.  We got on the internet and began to scream.  Loudly.  We cried out to everyone on this side of the ocean who could help us.   We were fortunate.  Our screams were heard.  Numerous calls were made.  Our Congressman (who begged us to tell people to stop calling) was able to move a mountain and a week later we were holding our sons at the airport. 

Sometimes our government isn't the safe place.  Sometimes things get messed up.  And sometimes our government creates new rules that are just plain insane. 

For the Binkley family they are caught in the insane.  Our government has made a new rule that children of a certain age and a certain diagnosis have to have a TB test before they can leave the country. It takes 8 weeks for the test to be read.   EIGHT WEEKS to be cleared.


The Binkley family has finished adopting a beautiful older girl - Olga - and they can't leave the country.  They are being told they have to wait EIGHT WEEKS.

 

 

I'm sorry but that gets my blood boiling.  Our government is wrecking havoc on this family and this precious child.  And if the rules are not amended or reconsidered... then a whole host of other families are going to be similarly affected.  There are families waiting in the wings who are holding their breath and trying not to panic. 

 

We need to rise up in two ways.  We need to pray for those who are working around the clock to address the issues raised by the new rules.  We need to pray that hearts would be moved and mountains would crumble and rules would be changed.   I could say more but I won't.  This whole mess makes me angry.  Adoption is hard enough without roadblocks like this that make it even harder and more expensive. 

 

We also need to support the Binkleys.

 

FINANCIAL SUPPORT.

They are desperate. 

 

They do not have the finances for an eight week extended stay over there.

 

So CHURCH RISE UP. 

 

Dig deep.

 

GIVE to the Binkleys HERE.  Right now Michelle is with Olga but tomorrow Sam will be flying over and staying for the eight weeks.  He took a leave of absence from his work to be there for his daughter.  Michelle will be caring for the other children at home.   As you can imagine - Olga is frightened.  This is very very scary for her. She has just left everything she has ever known to go with this family she barely knows.  Please support this family.  Support Olga.  Sow into their adoption fund.  Get behind them.  They need us.

 

DONATE HERE.

 

 

Come on church.  I am begging you. Pray and give.  Pray and give.

 

PLEASE!!!