Leaving Leticia

Many friends have called, messaged and emailed me asking how we are doing and what is going on. Not feeling up to an extremely coherent post at this point, but here is what is on my heart. 

Since our departure from Uganda, the last few moments we were able to spend with our daughter have been running on an endless loop in my brain. Although much of the time we spent with her as a family in Uganda was so sweet, this reoccurring mental video is far from pleasant. 

As most of our friends know, because of an immigration denial to classify Leticia as our immediate relative, we were forced to return to the states early to appeal before their deadline. Looking back, we were so naive going into this process. 

After our intense nine hour stint in a Ugandan court, we were elated when the judge awarded us legal guardianship on the spot. I cried, our six wonderful Ugandan friends who showed up to testify on our behalf rejoiced with us, and we were sure that the hard part was over. When Leticia asked if she would finally be flying home to America with us this time, I nodded enthusiastically. 

"John, Kris, Stephen, Daniel, Leticia, Family, airplane, America!" I signed. We were all so excited that she was officially ours! She was a Detrow. We hugged our Ugandan loved ones and the five of us headed to our van, Leticia rolling her little backpack behind her, all of her little things packed and ready to go home to America. 

If only I had not been so presumptuous and answered a little more cautiously. I should have said something along the lines of eventually you will come home, or very soon, or let's pray about that... I could have said a hundred different things. But I told her yes. Essentially, I lied to her. 

The following week held some challenges. One of our boys developed a high fever that involved emergency care and we experienced  some significant issues with our accommodations. Although it was scary and frustrating at times, we were together. And in our minds, in no time at all we would be flying home as a family of five. 

Then we learned of the denial and the tight deadline we had to appeal. How do I tell her? I asked myself. How can we leave her? Already, she would not let me out of her sight. If I had to run to the hotel office or go outside to hang clothes, she was practically my shadow. It was so obvious that she was afraid of being left. Which was exactly what we were preparing to do. 

Over the next few days we gently introduced the idea that we were going to go back to America to "talk to the leaders" about letting her come home. This was the only way I knew to interpret what was going on. She would nod and smile, and then hop back in my lap or ask if we could resume our coloring or go for a walk. Once, when I was again explaining that she would go back and stay with her friends while we figured things out in America, she literally started petting my head and my face, and then proceeded to stroke Daniel, Stephen, and John's heads as well. As if she believed that if she was kind and gentle enough, we would change our minds and bring her home. 

With our immigration appeal deadline rapidly approaching, we changed our ticket dates and made arrangements for Leticia to return to school. Because we are now her legal guardians in Uganda, we had to find someone who would take custody of and be responsible for her on our behalf. Thank God for Pastor Joel. This man has loved Leticia since she was a toddler. He has traveled to remote villages on our behalf to start our adoption process, spent time away from his own family for the sake of ours, and has never stopped encouraging us in this journey, even as he ministers to deaf children in desperate circumstances. 

The day we were to leave Uganda, I remember sitting up in bed and looking at Leticia through the mosquito netting as she slept and wondering if she would ever trust us again. I could hardly wrap my brain around all of the red tape, how could she possibly grasp it? I remember Joel advising me not to show emotion. To be strong for her so that she could also be strong. 

We got up, had a bite to eat and packed our things. As Leticia emptied her drawer, I reiterated to her that she would be staying with Joel and her friends. That we were leaving for now, but I would be back as soon as I possibly could to bring her home. She nodded and smiled. 

Joel and I had decided that it would be far too painful for Leticia to go to the airport this time. Instead, we met at a cafe in Kampala. Traffic, always a nightmare in the capital city, delayed Joel and we sat and ate as we waited. Leticia colored happily. Our driver, all too familiar with the unpredictable congestion of Kampala's streets, started to express concern about getting us to the airport on time. 

Joel finally arrived, and after some brief conversation, he knelt and waited for her to meet his eyes. Again, he explained what was going to happen. Here is where the video that has been looping through my mind starts. I watched as the realization of it began to wash over her beautiful little face. Her lip quivered and tears gathered in her eyes. Leticia, who is tough as nails and does not easily cry, started to wail. 

Working hard to keep my emotions under control, I picked her up, carried her out of the cafe, and tried lamely to console her. I sat her down at one of the outside tables and tried to reassure her that this was temporary. I would be back. We love her. She is our family and we are not abandoning her. That I was so, so sorry. The tears rolled down her little cheeks and despite my best efforts, I lost all composure. 

I will never forget how it felt when Leticia wrapped her arms around my neck and clung to me as she sobbed. I sobbed with her. The boys tried to say goodbye and tell her that they loved her and then went to the van with our driver to wait. Joel led John and I down the street to the boda he had taken to meet us. Leticia held on to me so fiercely. Her body shook and she fought for breath as her cries intensified. 

Joel knew we should have been well on our way to the airport. He motioned for me to set Leticia on the boda between him and the driver. Her screams drew a crowd of concerned Ugandans. She would not let go. It felt like the ultimate betrayal to pry her hands from behind my neck and step away. Her arms flailed and she grabbed for me. The boda driver sped away with Joel and Leticia. All of the sudden, she was gone. John and I stood there for a moment until we became aware of the stares of the crowd that had gathered. 

I apologize if this entire post is a mess and comes across as a woe-is-me type thing. Since we have been home, our house has been flooded by a hot water heater, I have been on outpatient (thank God)IV antibiotics for a nasty infection, and Stephen has had an awful allergic reaction to something requiring medical attention. All of it pales in comparison to leaving Leticia. 

Updates from Uganda are sparse due to frequent power outages and the fact that they have to pay for their internet time. Yet another thing we take for granted. The first update I had was that she was crying when she spotted a plane overhead. Sigh. I don't even know how to process all of this. 

Pain has always drawn me closer to my God. I have to say that unfortunately, this seems to have been the exception. I love Him. I trust Him. I know that He is in control. I just feel numb and far away right now. Just honestly where I am. 

Many friends have brought food and sent scriptures. Thank you. Psalm 34 is my staple right now. Please pray with us that we will get the approval from the US that we need to complete our adoption. Please pray for Leticia's spirit and heart as she waits without understanding the details. Thank you for standing in the gap and loving on us. 

The Impossible

As most of my friends know, our family will fly out on Tuesday to be ready for court in Uganda on Friday. Many people have marveled at how everything has fallen into place, and through the lens of retrospection, I can certainly see that. But waiting for passports that came on the very last day, having to finally get our congressman involved with an immigration mess, and the threat of a zillion inches of snow before we take off, well, I guess you could say that we have been a tad bit stressed.  

I know God is leading us. He is teaching us through this to rely on him. That he is in control. That even he, and only he, can cut through the bureaucracy of the US Department of Immigration or the United States Postal Service. (Sorry, John.)

The last month has been filled with doubt for me. We love Leticia and are praying that she will join our family. To us, she is already our daughter. But the last year has brought some daily struggles that leave me feeling like I am not enough. That I can't do this. 

This morning in church, our pastor and friend quoted the late great Charles Spurgeon. "God doesn't want your best," he said. "God wants the impossible." 

Those words were salve to my anxious heart. I have been trying to do my best, giving up, trying again, pushing, pushing, trying, crying, pleading... And then I wonder why I am depleted and feel like a failure. God does not want Kris to try and try and try. He wants me to trust and trust and trust. And although I KNOW this, I get so stuck in a rut of self-reliance and effort. This is one of those lessons that I need to re-test on quite often I'm afraid. 

And by saying that God wants the impossible,  my pastor was in no way implying that everything always turns up roses just because you put your trust in an unfailing God. People get sick, and sometimes die. Way too young. Not because they didn't trust. Things happen. Life is brutal, both for believers and non-believers. Our circumstances in no way dictate our level of faith. 

What he meant by the impossible, to me, this morning, was that I need to stop pretending that I can handle those circumstances in my life that break my heart and make me want to quit. Instead of white-knuckling it, I can walk in his power. And even if no one else knows (because many of our struggles are private), I will know. I will know that my God got me through this. He did this for me. That he did the impossible when I stopped selling him short by trying "my best."

Thank you all for praying for us. We feel those prayers. I especially want to thank some very special friends, Mrs. Karen and Mr. Lyle, who have decided to dedicate half an hour each day to learning sign language so they can communicate with Leticia. That is about the sweetest and most thoughtful thing that anyone has ever done for our family. Thank you. Thank you for the cards, the wonderful shower, the practical support... Everything. 

Anything can happen in the world of international adoption. We are desperately praying that in a month we will fly home with our sweet Leticia. No matter what the outcome, I feel encouraged and strengthened to live out the next month in Uganda through God's strength instead of the feeble best of this most blessed mess.