Adoption Jewelry Earring Line

Introducing…my Adoption Jewelry EARRING line!

Many different styles to choose from in various silver, gunmetal and brass tones. And all the earring hooks are STERLING SILVER (yay for those of us with sensitive ears!) Limited stock available so get them while you can!

Earrings are $15/pair or 3 pairs for $40. They come nicely packaged as gifts, so grab a pair for a friend and treat yourself too! (And don’t forget that Mother’s day is coming, folks!) All profits go directly to help us bring baby Kroeker home from West Africa.

I can ship these anywhere in Canada (Just add $2 for postage please) To order, please visit my Adoption Jewelry facebook page and scroll through the photos to see what’s currently available. Please comment on the photo of the item you’d like to buy, or email me at melissakroeker(at)gmail(dot)com to place an order. (There’s also a few necklaces and bracelets left in stock on CLEARANCE for just $10.

Four Seats

We’ve been enjoying an early spring here on the coast and while two weeks of spring break is entirely too long a bit lengthy, I’m thankful it’s begun with nice warm sunny weather.

The kids and I rode our bikes to our favorite playground this week. We’ve been coming to this park regularly since we moved to town six year ago. It’s perfect for really little ones and has always been in close proximity to all the houses we’ve lived in. I noticed for the first time however, as my three piled on the teeter totter, that it has, most appropriately, an empty seat.

And I smiled, thought of our little one to come, and managed to snap a quick photo before they raced on to the next thing.

We’ve room for one more, in our hearts, around our dinner table, and even on the teeter totter at our favorite park.

Part One

Steve is preaching through Ezekiel right now at our church. It’s a wild and crazy book, and the sermon series has been a wild and crazy ride. Yesterday’s sermon covered the passage about the valley of dry bones where God does a crazy miracle and brings a really dead pile of bones back to life. God asks Zeke (I’m totally paraphrasing) “Do you think I can do it?” and Zeke says, “…well…only you know that, God…” Then God does it. He puts the bones back together, puts flesh on the bones and raises up an army out of a pile of old dry bones. Crazy. I don’t know if Ezekiel was expecting that, or believed it could happen. I certainly would have doubted. My prayers so often in this adoption process have echoed that of the man in Mark 9, “I believe – help my unbelief!” I believe in my heart that God can do things, but my head doubts it. I want to believe, but often I don’t, especially when things feel impossible. But, our God is the God of the impossible.

When we mailed in our citizenship part 1 application last November, getting it approved felt impossible. The government had just issued a visa ban on our child’s country, and we’d heard from many others how dealing with CIC was an absolute nightmare, that paperwork is more often lost than processed, and that it always takes months longer than expected. We were told to go into citizenship paperwork with extremely low expectations and that it would be the most frustrating part of the process.

Side note: “Part 1” is a process that confirms that one of us is a legal Canadian citizen and thus able to apply for citizenship for an adopted child. That’s is. Just confirming that we’re Canadian. Huge hassle. Lost paperwork. Totally normal… Did I mention we have valid passports, health cards, Nexus, have always paid our taxes etc….?

Three weeks after we mailed part 1 we received the confirmation that CIC had received it (YAY! – this is big in and of itself – nothing lost yet during its journey from one coast of Canada to the other.) The confirmation letter said it would take 14 weeks to process. This brought us to the week of valentines day.

So 14 weeks later we called CIC to check its progress. Our file number that they had given us, was not a valid file number. (I’m told this is standard practice!) They couldn’t tell us much except that it was likely “in process” and to call back in a few weeks. (Now the official processing time had increased to 24 months…eek!) We called back two weeks later and they weren’t entirely sure where our application was but the man on the phone would “write a letter” to look into things and hopefully speed up the process.

Four days later, this arrived in the mail…

cicpart1Part 1 has been approved. Just like that. It came in a timely fashion and didn’t hold us up. I was absolutely shocked. I was prepared for it to be delayed, lost or misplaced. I was prepared for it to come back rejected because of the our child’s country. I assumed we’d have our child’s referral first and be waiting on this crazy document to go ahead. I was not prepared for it to come back randomly approved! What little faith I have. Our God is the God of the impossible and this felt impossible to me.

And it was one more confirmation from the Lord that he’s leading and guiding us through this process. That he will provide all that we need just when we need it.

In the Waiting

I’ve been wanting to write a post for a while now as an update, but I couldn’t think of anything exciting or positive to say. We’re just waiting. We may be waiting for a while.

Not very newsworthy.

I feel like I should always be “up” when talking about the adoption. People are “so excited” for us. And that’s awesome. We’re so excited too. But sometimes there’s not a lot to be excited about.

Sometimes it’s hard.

We fully knew the journey would be full of ups and downs. The last few weeks have been a down for me. We’ve done all we can do, and now we wait. I’m sure most people would be surprised to find out that we’re roughly 3/4 of the way through the adoption process, and we’re only now at the point where we’re actually waiting for our child’s referral. We’ve spent months and months doing paperwork, reading and researching, regularly meeting with a social worker and completing a home study, wrestling with Canadian citizenship and Immigration, doing medical checks and getting immunizations for travel, and fundraising – without a face or a name. We know there’s a child the orphanage has for us, the child’s paperwork is all ready to go, but we’re all carefully following Hague rules which don’t allow us to know anything about the child until it officially goes from government to government and eventually down to us.This is what we’re waiting on right now.

I get it. It makes sense. It helps protect against child trafficking and that’s important. I understand. I’ve always been a rule follower. But still.

Sometimes rules suck.

Steve pointed out that when I was pregnant with our babies we at least knew how old they would be when they were born. We don’t know how old our child will be, whether we’ll need a crib or a bed, highchair or babygates…This makes the incredible nesting urges I’ve had recently, hard.

Baby showers are really hard. Seeing pregnant women is hard. Knowing they’re obviously expecting and the world knows it, it’s hard. Not having anything exciting happening in our process right now and thus not having anyone asking how it’s going anymore, is hard.

Since by the grace of God I’ve had the privilege of being pregnant before, I equate this stage with starting the third trimester. I’m tired of the process, and restless and bored and yet still have a ways to go. It’s a hurry-up-and-wait feeling. And it’s no fun. I do however have an amazing friend who keeps me grounded, reminds me of God’s promises, sends encouraging texts, listens to me rant, and prays all the time for us. (So thankful for you, buddy!)

All this to say, yes, adopting is exciting. But it’s also really really hard. And we aren’t even home with our child yet when the really hard begins. Being a mama in waiting is hard. But God is good. And walking this exciting but heartwrenching path is a blessing.

“For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him. He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mightly rock, my refuge is God. Trust in him at all times, O people; pour out your heart before him; God is a refuge for us.” (Ps 62: 5-8)