Hurdles. Back in the day when I was young, limber, and thin, I competed in hurdles. It was never my best event in junior high track, but I managed to get over them and was never last.
Today finds me facing down another set of hurdles. The type not made of aluminum and neatly set up in spaced out rows on a track field. Even with this aging body, creaking knees, and ample hips, that type of hurdle would appear easier to overcome than what I am currently looking at.
Last week we were finally able to locate an attorney to help us finalize our youngest son's adoption. We knew our case was a bit out of the ordinary as we had made two moves in the short time Micah has been home with us. We had a figure in our mind of what the costs might be to make our son legally ours forever. We were wrong.
Rewind two and a half years ago and we were finalizing Esther's adoption. The attorney fees and filing costs totaled about $750. Fast forward to today, and were looking at more than five times that amount. Hurdles of the monetary kind.
Yes, of course, finalizing our son's adoption is worth more than any financial figure. We would and will do anything within our power for our precious son. It's just one of those times, where this is out of our scope of power and ability, and so we're pleading with God for a divine intervention. We don't know how He is going to do it, but we know He will.
And while we wait, we liquidate what extra bits we have around the house. Unused home school material, book collections, and soon our old but faithful Honda. Will it be enough to clear the hurdle before us? No, but it's a start. And with all great events, a good start makes the difference.
If you are a praying friend who reads this, would you please pray for us as we participate in this event? Pray that God would give us the strength, stamina, and discernment to do what we need to do to pass this hurdle. Micah already has our hearts and hands, now he just needs our name.