That's ok

Today, I called the Dept. of Immagration to check on the status of our fingerprint appointment.  Remember, that until the fingerprints are done (because they have to make sure we don't have a serious federal criminal background.  If they only knew that my husband doesn't even speed! anyway, as I was saying) the clock doesn't start ticking on the 6-12 weeks it takes to get permission to go to Eastern Europe to get our little girl.  The very nice woman I spoke with told me that there was nothing she could tell me about our case. 

So, I had resigned myself that we weren't going to get her until the spring. 

"That's ok."  I said to myself.  "That gives us more time to raise money."  (who cares! God is providing the money anyway.  He doesn't need more time!)

"That's ok."  I said to myself.  "It took me a month to get our dossier together.  Next time it will take even less because I know what I'm doing."  (who cares! I really, really don't want to have to REDO everything!)

"That's ok."  I said to myself.  "We will have her the rest of her life.  A few months won't matter in comparison to the rest of her life."  (who cares!  Babies change so much in the beginning!  I don't want to miss anything!) 

"That's ok."  I said to myself.  "God has a perfect timing for this.  I don't know what it is, but He does."  (I had no whiney comeback for that one, 'cause the logical side of me was right and there was nothing the emotional side of me could come with to argue the point.) 

My wise husband said that our job is to do what God has asked.  God will take care of the details.  (my emotional side settled down at that)  I understand the sovereignty of God.  I blissfully accept it.  I was just sad. 

Then, we checked the mail.  In it were 2 appointments for our fingerprints.  I, of course, started crying.  After working so hard at controlling my emotional side (she's a tough one to get a handle on sometimes...you read the argument...tell me I'm wrong) I just cried. 
 
October 12 at 8 am.  Erin's 37th birthday.  I can't think of a better birthday gift for my husband than for us to get one step closer.