Here at home, our plans to move to the Philippines took an almost 1000 dollar hit when paperwork for the Cherub’s passport got all snarled up in redtape and in order to unsnarl it, we needed a lawyer. We have a lawyer who handles a few things for us now and again. Funny story about this time, except I’m not laughing super hard.
Part of this paperwork is, honestly something he should have told us to do years ago but he didn’t. We have to pay 176 dollars to the court for filing fees, and 750 dollars to him. So as my husband is writing out the first check he asks to be reminded of the amount, and the lawyer (who likes to tell us how much he loves missionaries), says, “176 dollars. Oh, you know what, go ahead and round it down to 175 and we’ll cover that for you.” Yep. He generously offered to cover one dollar of the filing fee while charging us 750 dollars for his part. I do believe a labouror is worthy of his wages, but honestly, this one stings.
My husband just looked at him for a moment, because he really couldn’t believe he’d just actually said out loud that he’d cover a dollar out of the nearly one thousand dollars we’d be charged and said it like he was being generous. Are we thinking of the same Shakespeare line right now? Please say yes.
And then the lawyer shuffled a little sheepishly and said he’d only charge us 500 dollars for his part, unless he had to go to court and then it would be the full 750. Thing is, I have a sneaking suspicion that’s how he breaks it down for his large clients (nursing homes) anyway. So there’s that. And it stinks. And it means we don’t have the Cherub’s passport when we should. So there’s also that. I hate spending that much money on this mission trip before we even buy a plane ticket. Halp, Halp.
Also, if you could pray for a renter for The Rattery, that’d be grand. Thanks.
But then… oh, boy.
The Unicornian Boys: Then there is this separate piece of news that is super exciting. I cannot convey just how exciting because I can’t share all the details, I don’t know others, and I didn’t explain the ones I knew before because I couldn’t do it without curling up in the fetal position and sobbing so hard I was choking myself on snot and tears and full body sobs. Because we all (as in both families, ours and the family who kept the boys the last part of the summer visit and hoped to adopt) with dreadful, heartbreaking, crushing news and a sense of near hopelessness.
The short version of the backstory is that we found out before the Unicornians went back home this past summer that our friends who wanted to adopt them probably couldn’t, and that we all would never see them again because they could no longer participate in the orphan hosting program at all and they were moved to a different location so we couldn’t contact them, either. This is all a system snafu at a level beyond any of us, it had nothing to do with our friends or the boys, except, you know, it had everything to do with all of them, and we all felt just about half-kilt over it and could hardly speak of it. It has been a relentless, cruel, and constant sharp stone in the center of my heart that would not go away, and I am hardly the only one, especially since I have passed the baton (sort of, I’m still hanging on to the end) to somebody who can pick it up and run with it like it should be run with.
And this week a bunch of cool things happened at once and our friends can host them again for Christmas after all, and they can at least pursue the option of adopting. Of course, there is no guarantee that will or can happen, and nobody will feel safe about it until the boys are here on the ground forever and being hugged and kissed until they can’t breathe anymore and then we’ll gasp for breath and start all over again.
And, sadly, we really do not plan to be here by Christmas (we are praying to be gone before Thanksgiving) so we won’t see them. But our kids in the area will be able to see them, and we can leave gifts for them and dear Lord, please, just please, please so much please, let them be here for us to love on in 2 years when, Lord willing and the crick don’t rise, we will be back here in the states hugging new grandbabies and familiar grandbabies, and Lord bless us all, those precious rascals, the four Unicornian boys.
Please help their would-be forever family get those boys here for Christmas. Please. Read it. Pray. Pass it on. Make a donation. God bless and thank-you and just so you know, I have a picture of the youngest on the background of my phone and I kiss that sweet face at least once a day, but he currently has no idea.