I hate roller coasters. Just ask my Mom or sister. They will both tell you that they "ruined" me when I was about 9 or 10 on some ride at one of the many amusements parks they use to drag me to as a kid.
The top 5 reasons I hate roller coasters are:
1. I like being in control. On a roller coaster = not being in control.
2. I'm scared of dying. Let's be real, I wanna meet Jesus but would prefer to not have to die in order for that to occur.
3. I don't like to go fast. In anything. Be it car, plane, train or roller coaster.
4. I don't like that butterfly feeling in my stomach. I think people who do are weird.
5. It's scary people.
Our adoption process is kinda a roller coaster. Ok, maybe not just kinda, maybe the full on tallest, fastest, scariest, upside down roller coaster of all. And sometimes I hate it. For the very same reasons.
1. I like being "in control". I like knowing what is going to happen and when and why and how and... you get the picture. I'm a control freak. Just ask my husband.
2. I'm scared of dying to myself. To enter into this "process" of adopting a kid from another country, who has been through unimaginable loss, doesn't speak our language, who frankly belongs to a government that could really care less about whether or not that kid makes it out of the orphanage, is to step out in faith. It's to say yes to God even when a lot of other voices are telling you no. It's dying to your plan and reaching out for His.
3. I will have to ride on a very long plane ride, multiple very long plane rides actually (thank you Ethiopia for changing those rules up just in time for the Wallace's), to get this kid home. The last time I was on a plane was on our honeymoon. And we only went to Oregon. And I cried.
4. I have that butterfly feeling in my stomach a lot. I get good news and bad news regarding our adoption daily, sometimes hourly. It is an emotional roller coaster at times. The highs are sweet but the valleys make me anxious and worried and sick to my stomach.
5. It's scary people.
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