I had to pause my series on Our Journey to share with you a post from another blog. My friend Jenny and her husband Stuart, who traveled with us to Kinshasa and back, adopted two children from the Congo as well. We’ve walked much of this journey together, and are experiencing many of the same things.

In fact, she has been my life line this last week when I thought I would lose my mind. She’s a beautiful woman of God and wrote this post about what it’s like to be in the early phases being home. Please read this post. Except for names and numbers of children, we are on the exact same journey.

Adoption is beautiful, but it is hard. We knew it would be. In fact, it’s probably not quite as bad as we thought it would be. We are anxious for the day when the screaming, crying, kicking, stealing, fighting disspates into more normal life. There’s so much to overcome, and so much to learn, probably even more to unlearn. That’s why we’re keeping our world small right now. Life is already overwhelming enough for them as they learn what it means to live together in a family and in a country where they don’t speak the language or understand the rules of society. But they are making remarkable progress, and we hope things will begin to look a little more normal over the next few months.