We have an agency.
We are home study ready.
Our finger print application can be sent off ASAP.
Only a few minor tweaks need to be made to our paper work.
And then there is one glaring blank:
For about four weeks now, we've been asked to fill in that blank.
Our family vote has been bottle necked.
Two votes Ethiopia.
One votes India.
Mommy's vote can tie it up or give direction.
The Angel and The Hero are set that it's Ethiopia.
The Dinosaur just likes screaming "I'm an Indian."
(I have no idea why this is fun. But he loves saying it.)
So at dinner each night as we pray, we've been asking for direction.
We've received nothing but silence.
To be honest, I'm not sure He cares.
Don't get me wrong.
I know He has a plan and that He has chosen a very specific person(s) to join our clan.
But we know what the Word says.
The mandate is out there for us to receive.
And now that our eyes have been opened we know what to do.
But like all things, we have a choice.
Geography is up to us.
He is leading our every step, He's waiting on us to choose to fill in the blank.