I won't go into great detail here, but many of you know that Mr. T is currently in Ethiopia. We received some scary/confusing information late last week - information that made absolutely no sense based on the facts we know to be true. As more information trickled in, we decided late Tuesday that the best - the only thing - to do was for the Mister to travel to Ethiopia. He left midday Wednesday. I could write a dozen posts about how out of character jetting off to Africa with less than a day's notice is for us, how my husband doesn't have a spontaneous bone in his body (okay, maybe that tiny little bone in his inner ear, but that's it), no PDO and a boss who was ticked at this decision because of it's terrible timing. Sometimes some things are just too important not to do what you gotta do.
Parenting solo has not been an amazing success, I think mostly because I've been trying to stay awake for two time zones which happen to be on opposite sides of the planet. I'm not an overly emotional person and I'm not the type who likes to talk about things that are hard - things that make me cry. I hate crying. Obviously it is so much healthier to keep things bottled up. Mr. T says I have the communication skills of a man and sometimes he has to read my blog to know how I'm feeling. He's probably right. If you've tried to call me this week and I didn't answer, please don't be offended. It's not you. It's me.
When it's hard, God has a way of reaching out and holding us right where we are (even if that happens to be in an emotionally and communicationally crippled state). This week he used six special women:
Thursday after work I came home to find someone had broken in. They left this:
Can you read the note? It says "I heard that the 'my husband jetted off to Ethiopia as Inspector Gadget' diet requires a cinnamon wheel too!" Thank you Shiloh and Kendra.
Saturday I checked my mail. It had been a long hard day and I had been living off no sleep, Diet Coke and adrenaline for too many days. I was feeling a wee bit sorry for myself as I walked to the mailbox. That's when God used four unlikely friends to show me more support, love and generosity than I could possibly deserve. Four friends (who I seriously doubt even know each other and who practically span the four corners of our country), three of whom I've never met in real life, came together and sent me SIX gift cards to some of my favorite restaurants with a note about wishing they lived closer and could bring me a homecooked meal. WOW. I'm not sure I've ever done something that thoughtful or kind, so to be the recipient is pretty humbling.
Sometimes when it's hard, that's when we see the face of God the clearest. Thank you dear friends for turning my sad tears into happy ones this week and for everyone's love, prayers and support. I know I've said this before, but adoption friends really are the best!
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