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So we have sent all the money into our agency for our dossier fees. Unless we get E then we owe them more money. First time in my life that I would excited about owing someone thousands of dollars more. Soon our dossier, homestudy and various other documents will be translated into the beautiful language of Russian. In Soviet Russia, blog updates you. Then it will be sent to Russia. I am hoping that the In Soviet Russia joke is the first thing they read. I think it will really encourage them to process our paperwork more quickly (don't worry that is not in our paperwork). We really have no idea when we will be travelling possibly in a couple of weeks or in a couple of months. Carrie has not really read any blogs about families adopting waiting children. I tried searching the internet, but dealing with Russian websites I have to remember that in Soviet Russia, website searches you! Never gets old. What I have learned so far in the process is that there really is no solid predictor of when things will happen. The processes that we expect to take a while are usually quick and easy, and the things that we expect to be no big deal are time consuming and difficult. So my conclusion is that adopting from Russia is much like a Yakov Smirnoff joke. It is a reversal (not really that funny), and what should be difficult is easy and what is easy is difficult. In Soviet Russia, child adopts you.

The biggest $3.00 in the whole world

Ok, so money is a huge part of adoption. And learning to trust God to provide said money is an even bigger part of adoption, one I struggle with all the time. Where is it going to come from, why isn't it coming faster, etc. I was moaning and complaining about it all weekend. Until I was given a much needed wake up call.

I teach a Sunday school class full of the sweetest, cutest three year olds on the planet. I love everyone of them dearly. There are a few that I love especially. Haddon is one of them. Funny and curious and sweet, he is everything a little boy should be. This week he walked into class with a plastic bag full of coins and a few bills and handed it to me. Assuming it was for our compassion child I started to put it into the box when is mom told him to tell me what it was for. He looked up at me and said, "It's for your baby."

His mom told me he had emptied his piggy bank for our Sam. And I was floored. After church I took the bag out to the car and handed it to Tim and told him that it was from Haddon for our baby. He was pretty much as speechless as I was.

God speaks to us in different ways. We are learning through this adoption. I would be lying if I said this was the first lesson those three year olds have taught me, but this may have been the sweetest. God provides just what we need, just when we need it.

I've said more than once that if I could choose I would have S be like Haddon. Now I think I wish I could be like Haddon, I wish everyone could be like Haddon. The world would be a better place if we were.