It is amazing how much we rely upon numbers without even thinking about it and their meaning. (This was also a carpool discussion last month, thanks carpool buddies!) We look at the score of the game to determine who is in the lead. We count down the number of days remaining until a break, I am told 66 school days until Spring Break. We measure our weeks during a pregnancy, to get to the elusive 40 week mark, and count down the days until a wedding. I have always considered myself a number person. I have counted the frequency of follow classmates saying “um” during a lecture, figured the latency between a student saying “I don’t get it,” and today determined a student’s percentage of attendance (60% by the way). I have rejoiced with friends going through infertility treatments when hormones and follicles were within the correct range, celebrated making par in putt-putt golf, cheered when my mom increased her range of motion, wondered in awe counting increases in the number of steps taken/words spoken/milestones reached for nieces, a nephew, and children of friends, reveled with friends over test results, and counted with Luc how many “funny signs” we have seen while traveling (the “Mullet” license plate and the Nessie sign are still favs). We put so much stock in numbers increasing and decreasing. It is difficult to see numbers stay stagnant. It is difficult to see the goal and the end, but not knowing how long it will take to get there.
Our case manager this month reminded us about the importance of “awaiting God’s timing for this journey.” She is right, it is in God’s very capable hands and we will get there. Lando will come home when he or she or them is meant to come home. As she reminded us, “[our] waiting is not in vain!” As we approach almost 7 full months on the waiting list, it seems like forever, but our child(ren) haven’t been brought to Hannah’s Hope yet and it is okay. Until then, we will continue to prepare for Lando by cooking Ethiopian, learning Amharic, reading about the culture of Ethiopia and international adoption, and collecting awesome stuff for Lando. (I know Lando is going to love his/her/their newest book Z is for Zamboni. Yes, Luc picked it out.)
Luc and I have experienced many interesting journeys together. It also helps that Luc tends to make up a story about where we are visiting if we don’t have a guide book with us. (Next time you see Luc, be sure to ask him about why the Smoky Mountains are smoky.) We are going to continue our journey waiting for God’s plans to unfold. So with no further ado, here are this month’s numbers!
Boy
Girl
Sibling
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