Thanks to help from a friend who speaks less abruptly than I do…things have been smoothed over.  Now David and I have to sit down and seriously decide when/if/how we are going to do this and do it!  Dave is quite disheartened about the whole thing and I know he wants to just quit and move on.  I feel the same way a lot of the time, but whenever I get to that point something inside me begs me not to give up!  Please, if you are the praying type, pray for us this weekend as we try to determine our course of action.

Well, this friend emailed me a few days ago telling me to hop on a plane next week because there would be kids to adopt.  I asked her questions like “Why the rush?”,  “What kind of fees would be involved?”,  “What are the children like?” etc.  She told me I ask too many questions just like the other lady and now she won’t help me anymore.  I just don’t understand what is so wrong with asking questions.  Can’t she understand how scary it is to hop on a plane like it’s nothing to come to a place where I know nothing??  I don’t think my heart can stand it this time.  I’m just in tears.