So, here’s the thing.
We got up at 2 a.m., left the farm at 3:25 a.m., and drove over four hours to the Homeland Security building in Milwaukee.
Because the minute we said “Yes, Lord” about a little boy half way around the world, in our hearts he became our son.
Our son, Tate Owen!
And we are more than happy to follow all the rules to bring our son home.
But sometimes the rules are hard.
Sometimes we want to just cry out to the Lord we said yes to…”Why does this have to be SO hard??”
The officers today told both Blake and I that they would probably be seeing us back…..because our prints were not taking well.
As we left that building just a bit ago, I was in tears.
Not only does that mean another crazy trip like this one…but more time before we can bring Tate home.
We are already against a tight timeline before Grant turns 18, or everything stops while we get him approved as an adult in our home.
Which means more time.
This is the reality of our hearts.
And we need our prayer warriors to pray.
We would love nothing more than to know prayers are being said over these fingerprints from today, and our timeline, and then give God the glory for answers to those prayers.
Please, please pray with us!
For Tate’s sake.