"Papa, come to me today."

"Not today."

"Then tomorrow."

So went our conversation with Katya this morning with Liliya interpreting.  Bittersweet and beautiful, increasing our urgency even more while we wait. 

A word of encouragement came to me from Molly, one of my college girls -

"For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from him.  He only is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken.  On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God."  Psalm 62:5-7

As I was urged by Molly, so shall I choose to wait for God alone - not for word of a completed home study, word from the U.S. government, word from Dima that all the Ukrainian red tape is in place, but for God alone.  I will hide  myself in Him and work on the dossier, on history planning, on writing our family devotional for the week ...  And as I work I will worship in silence, in song, and in the secular made sacred.

Yes, Katya, we are working to come to you and bring you home.  Be strong, Little One.  You might not understand now, but we are not your rock or your salvation.  We are simply acting as the hands and feet of the ONE who is. 

My Father, my Papa, my Abba, come to me today.  I need you.  I need you.