With everything falling
into place, I knew our time must be near. Then, much to our dismay, we hit
another road block, a pretty big one, actually. After reviewing our paperwork
on the immigration level, they now expressed concern over issues in our
psychological evaluation. They considered not approving us without documentation
of how we professionally resolved those issues.
What?
You mean, we got this far, down to our final piece of documentation, and
it could all end here? You’re kidding me! Could my heart handle much
more? Without this approval, we could not continue the process, thus losing our
children.
This pending issue actually traced all the way
back to the very beginning. They wanted a written letter from the
counselor we saw years ago, the counselor we couldn’t find. We went round and
round with them to explain why we couldn’t provide such a letter. Finally, our
agency convinced them our psychologist could provide the information they
wanted.
The psychologist wrote up an addendum to our
first evaluation and sent it in. Still not pleased, the immigration officer brought
up more unclear issues from the personality assessment over the phone with the
psychologist-- the personality test that suggested tendencies our specific personality
types might lead to, like drugs and alcohol. He finally convinced the officer
we showed no signs of such behaviors.
By
the grace of God, the immigration officer finally approved us. With this last approval, we could finally send our
entire mound of paperwork to Colombia.
“Thank you,
Father. Satan may attack me and make me doubt, but You hold complete control.
Forgive me for my unbelief.”
From
that moment on, I clung to my favorite verse, one I claimed as the theme of our
journey. “Blessed is she who has believed that what the Lord has said to her
will be accomplished” (Luke 1:45).
Nine solid months passed
since we met our children. “I’m coming, my darlings, as soon as I can!”
We
still needed to wait for the written immigration approval to arrive. Once we
could send everything to Colombia, it usually took about four to eight weeks before
receiving their national approval, the referral for your child, and a travel
date.
Time
moved much more quickly now! I could almost see the end in sight! Nearing the
end of April, we began to draw another school year to a close. What a surprise
when the staff at my elementary school showered me with the blessing of a money
tree to help cover our needs when our children came home.
A
teacher who knew me well and shared my faith in Christ wrote out several Bible
verses on faith and tied them all over the tree. Long after we used up the
money, I kept the verses tied to the tree, my faith tree. It touched my heart
deeply.
I continued to call the
orphanage every week, sometimes twice a week to each home, to talk to my
children. Our bond grew stronger, and we felt more comfortable with one another
every day. Viviana especially loved knowing I called them both.
"Will you call my
brother tonight?" She asked me the same thing almost every time I called.
“Viviana, I haven’t been
able to talk to Juan David for the last two weeks. Did he get a new phone
number or move to a different house?”
“Hmmm. Let me ask.” She’d
disappear for a minute or so, then she returned to the phone to read off some
numbers to me. After getting a new
number from her on three different occasions, I finally regained contact with
him. He’d moved into a different house within the orphanage, so the number
changed. I made sure to let him know I still tried to call every single week. I
wondered if he thought I forgot about him.
“I
need to go now. I love you, sweetie.”
“Okay,
Tía. I love you, too.” Her words brought joy to my heart.
I
started to tell both kids I loved them before I hung up the phone. Juan David didn’t
quite know how to respond to that yet, but Viviana told me she loved me in
return. I could almost hear the smile in her voice every time she said it. I
think the time I spent calling just her over those few weeks I couldn’t reach
her brother actually helped me bond even more with her. I cherished every
moment because I only got to talk to her. I didn’t cut our conversations short
in order to have time to call her brother, too.
“When are you coming to see
me, Tía?” She still didn't know about our plans to adopt her, but she
constantly asked when I could visit.
“Soon, Princess, soon,” I replied, hopeful my
words held truth.