One of the things we have to do for our homestudy is write an autobiography. Normally a social worker gives the autobiography format to the clients but we asked the secretary of our agency if we could get it earlier and start working on it.
We spent hours working on the autobiography, describing the relationship we have with our siblings today and listing weaknesses of our spouse and challenges of our marriage. Questions about our health and the type of child we are interested in adopting. Questions about jobs and finances and how we will work to keep the Ethiopian culture a part of our children's lives.
We were so excited to submit our autobiographies last week. We were disappointed when our social worker emailed me back and said that we must have gotten the wrong form. I prayed a lot the day I got the new form from our social worker. I am not mad at anyone for the error, but am frustrated that we have a LOT more work to do. The new form has 119 questions on it. 119. One hundred nineteen. I just keep plugging away at it. One question at a time.
I had hoped that we could be done with our part of the homestudy process by Thanksgiving. Now I am hoping for Christmas. I need to remember that God knows the children we are meant to parent. Although I have a time frame in my mind, most likely it isn't His time frame. All I can do is pray that he is caring for our children and helping them to know they are loved.
Have to go. I have more questions to answer.
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
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