Dossier has been assembled and shipped to Latvia. . .
And we wait.
Three plus weeks later and our dossier has been translated and submitted to the powers that be in Latvia. . .
And we wait.
Silence.
We email our agency every week. "Any word?" "Not yet" is the response. "We'll let you know as soon as we hear from Latvia."
That doesn't stop us from checking our email at least four times a day.
And we wait.
We hear through the grapevine that the court has asked him if he wants to live in America and responded with a "Yes".
More silence and more waiting and more checking of emails.
"Are they aware of the deadlines that are approaching?" we ask. "Yes; everyone is aware of the situation." they say.
And still we wait.
"Any day now the referral should be here. The Ministry is waiting on word from the court before they can send the referral."
Tick ... tick ... tick.
With each new email notification our hearts skip a beat. Maybe this is the one. Maybe it's finally here! But no ... false alarm.
It has been a mere 75 days or so since we sent our dossier and it feels like an eternity. I cannot imagine waiting years to be asked the question: "Do you want to live in America? Do you want to be part of a family? Do you want to be accepted? Do you want to be chosen?"
Our boy was losing hope that this would ever happen. We sent a message of encouragement to a friend in Latvia to tell him to hang on ... family is on the way.
If K can wait for years and still believe, can still have hope, can remain steadfast in God's love and faithfulness, well, then, so can we.
