Plain and simple.
I'm tired today, of seeking the silver lining. I realize it's all God's timing. That in all things He works for good. I believe, with faith as best I humanly can, that our daughter is out there. That the one created and placed aside for us is simply not yet ready to be called ours. I steadfastly hold to the truth of 1 Samuel 1:27, “For this child I prayed, and God has answered my prayer, and given me what I asked of Him".
Yet the wait is hard. The wait is harder when I see no real (and by real I mean tangible referral-wise) progress. The wait is more exhausting when I know I can do nothing. The wait is more frustrating when I don't know all the inner workings of all is being done on our behalf. The wait is more difficult when I watch as another day passes and see no change...though again, I am acutely aware that there are so many crucial yet minute steps being taken and done for good, for us.
Cummon already. Fifty one used to seem so close...yet today we still seem so far.
And now I'm done my rant for the week.