August first we signed the lease on our new apartment. We spent the weekend moving in. I skipped church for the first time in eons to help the charming and beautiful Susan nest.
For those of you that don't know, we are going to be staying in Northern California awhile. We're working through the process of adopting our granddaughter and that means we can't leave the state. And we won't be able to leave for a minimum of a year after we adopt Ali.
But even if we could, I don't know that we would. Ali is getting care here that we're not sure can be duplicated somewhere else. Occupational therapists, physical therapists, speech therapists, doctors, nurses, and social workers have teamed up around Ali to help her become all that she can possibly be. We are constantly blown away by their commitment to this little girl making sure her story has a happy ending. I see the fingerprints of God all over this team and our current situation.
I'll be transitioning to an organization that equips, trains, and provides administrative support for missionaries. I'll be teamed up with incredibly experienced men to develop a missionary care program as well as provide churches with the educational materials needed to send missionaries into the field and train teams for short term trips. We'll also streamline communications between missionaries in the foreign field and home.
We're excited about the possibilities and pretty well scared to death. I feel I'm in an incredible story and in the middle of an unexpected plot-twist. I'm perched on the edge of my seat, biting my nails as I watch the rest of the story unfold.