Guy 1: "Man, you won't believe the size of these rocks. They just shoot up out of the ground for miles!"
Guy 2: "Rocks? You mean like what we have down near Branson?"
Guy 1: "No, man these mountains are enormous compared to the hills we got around here!"
Guy 2: "We'll if they are so big, why can't I see them from here?"
Guy 1: "Well you have to go through about 9 hours of Kansas before you can see them!"
Guy 2: "Nothing is worth 9 hours of Kansas."
Guy 1: "Not much is, but these mountains, you just gotta see them."
Guy 2: "Guess you will have to show me someday."
If you have been around Bre and I for the past year-plus, we may sound like that ole' Missourian. Our adoption process has been a lot like driving through 9 hours of Kansas. Many of you have been great. Reminding us of God's plan for us ("you will see the mountains") praying for strength for us ("once you get there, it will all be worth it") and encouraging us with love and even financially supporting us ("you got to see the mountains, let us buy the gas"). We have had enough of Kansas.
Waiting has been a rough season for each of us, and has really effected us in our own ways. I'm the kind of person who wants to just drive faster. The faster we drive, the quicker we see mountains, right? While Bre, on the other hand, is maliciously studying the map to make sure we made all the right turns. Because, it doesn't matter how fast you go if it's in the wrong direction. All the while, we have known, we just have to keep headed west and at God's speed to eventually see the snow caps. Something you really can't grasp, until it's there. On the horizon, you see the first mountain.
I'm here to tell you, with so much joy in my heart. These Missourians can see the first mountain. And it's close enough to say, we may not even be in Kansas anymore!