32

I was stretched thin, to the point of not enjoying any of my social life. So upon my return from California, I decided to add things back into the schedule one at a time, very slowly.

The reality is that I am a morning person, and I can’t function scheduling things every night. I didn’t do it in college. I’m not going to start doing it in my 30s.
Large groups are draining. So meeting in small settings is the theme of 2016.

Taking a break from all social commitments gave me the bandwidth to gather all paperwork for adoption during the last two weeks. Last week was similarly intense, with trips to the notary, to the translator, to the medical offices. But it’s done now. I had a dream a while ago that I was picking up our daughter from the school. It was very a very realistic dream. I often get the sense that I am exactly where I am supposed to be right now, here in Cluj, pursuing this adoption. It is a comforting feeling.

This week I celebrated with old friends and family. I turned 32. Dan was part of it. My brother is going through some very trying times, and yet, I sense he is more alive and awake and real than ever. Pain is a pure emotion.

God can and redeems every pain. The Truth always comes to light… even when the night seems dark and endless.