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Our Congo Adoption Timeline
Began researching adoption agencies
Sent in application to OWA
7.29 & 8.3
Fingerprinting for home study
1st home study meeting
HIV & TB testing
Mailed homestudy & I-600A form to U.S. Citizenship and Immigration Services (USCIS)
Fingerprinting for U.S. Immigration
Received letter from USCIS requesting corrected homestudy
Mailed revised homestudy back to USCIS
Received I-600A approval letter from USCIS. Put on waiting list with One World Adoptions for our child referrals.
Mailed dossier packet to OWA.
Accepted our 1st child referral!
Accepted our 2nd child referral!
First baby passed court.
Category Archives: Haiti
Yesterday was one of the greatest days of my life! The things that I have contended and longed for in Haiti came to pass!
After a long night of setting the captives free through deliverance, our team awoke in the morning, gathered together and prayed. A couple of the girls were having rough mornings so we layed hands on them and prophesied over them. The Holy Spirit loves His people. He is never tired of telling us our worth to Him. It is one of His favorite things. Now that we were out of the protective nest of the Christian academy we were staying at, we found ourselves vulnerable and lacking. Just the place I wanted to be in. Because I know my Father tends to show up on these occasions in awesome ways. I live for this stuff. Our team decides that we are in real need of translators. So we ask for them. We specifically prayed for two translators that live in Petit Goave (our current location). I threw in very specific prayer requests that I wanted two Christian men as translators and one of them had to speak four languages. God showed Himself faithful! Before our group even departed from our briefing and prayer time, a clean-cut, sharp, young Haitian man approached us to warn us (in English) to lock up our tents and pack away our items because there were street kids roaming around the medical clinic and volunteers had been missing things. Kynada and I looked at each other smirking, thinking the same thing. We began to inquire about him. What do you know, he was a Christian male from Petit Goave who spoke French, Creole, English, and Spanish and wanted to work with us! Ten minutes since I lifted this up to God, here talking to us, was the answer to our prayer! It blew my mind how quickly God answered this! Then, as we were still talking to our new translator named Marc-Elie, Krista and Alisia come running down the hill excitedly telling us how they just ran into a Haitian man from Petit Goave who was a Christian translator and overheard him talking about the return of Jesus. He also wanted to work with us. Prayers answered!
There are many beautiful landscapes in Haiti; palm trees, coconuts, mango trees, greenery, misty mountains as a constant backdrop, beaches and the deep, blue ocean. These things normally put a jump-start in my heart, a thrill and excitement. In the past I have looked upon beautiful scenery as these from a place of rest, relaxation, comfort, and companionship with my wife. They are things I daydream of as I am in the middle of a work week, snow storm, or the weeks following a vacation, still trying to hold on to the experience. But in Haiti they do not hold the same weight.
The beauty is masked.
It is a strange feeling, one I have never experienced before. I believe many of the people’s hopelessness is the shroud covering these beauties. Though unseen, it is thick, in the air all around. I can feel it with the glances and stares as I take a panorama view from the back of vehicles. Never before have I felt such an overwhelming need of the Savior to a country. I so desire to be a vessel and connection for Jesus to these people. He is the only hope. Deep revelation of the Son of God is the only hand able to remove this mask of despair.
I am sitting on top of a wet cement roof in the middle of the poorest country in the western hemisphere, surrounded by utter destruction and crippling poverty. The places that my mind and heart have traveled to have been unfamiliar. I feel like I am in a constant haze and that I am walking out the next scene in a movie. Is this real? Is this invisible barrier I feel everywhere a spiritual stronghold or is it just a lie of the enemy? I had such faith and overflowing hope before coming on this adventure with the Lord. I truly believed with all my heart that His glory would be released. The blind would see, both physically and spiritually. What will it look like in this darkness? I have yet to see it, but the adventure has just begun. I will still contend and step out, to pray and witness, but I wanted souls and miracles in the first day! It may take some more tilling, or will it take a different mindset or stronger faith?
My mind has been playing mental ping-pong the entire time I have been here. In one thought, “I desire to be a foreign missionary the rest of my life and to feel the burden of the Lord for the poor and broken” and in the next thought, “I don’t ever want to leave America again unless it’s on a big, safe, comfortable ocean cruise ship with a weeks itinerary worth of R&R”. I wonder which thought will prevail at the end of my 15 days here.
The streets here are not streets. Well, at least shouldn’t be. They are pot holes and stones, rarely mixed with a flat, drivable surface. People roam the streets like ants but without the same sense of purpose and drive. Their eyes all look into your soul as you gaze out the prison bars in the back of your tap-tap (‘taxi cab’). You can feel the pain in their hearts without a word being spoken. But will I ever truly feel it? I am sure it will discomfort me for a couple of weeks and then I will pack up, wave goodbye, and fly back to a 71 degree house, beautiful wife, and well fed, perfectly groomed house dog who greets me everyday when I come home from work. Or will this forever grip me until I contend for the Lord to find a permanent resting place here?
I feel perhaps a whisper of a glimpse of what Jesus felt in the Garden of Gethsemane and on His march to His death, when He felt His God leave and forsake Him. It feels like there is a gigantic gap from God’s touch and presence to my heart and mind right now. Have I not cultivated my heart enough in my history before Him? Is it the death grip of darkness that has shrouded this land for 200 years? Will the prophecies come to pass and breakthrough really happen? It is yet unknown, and in that place I shall choose to pass out the cold cup of water to the least of these and worship my good Father in heaven. It is day #2…