I spent the majority of last night awake, my brain betraying my sense of sanity by creating every bad/badder/worst case Visa scenario possible.
Wait, I mean every bad case scenario except the one that just happened.
I am exhausted and angry and feeling defeated and don't want to go into details. I need to let my vision return from red to normal and my blood pressure to lower so this deafening pounding in my ears can lessen.
There is still a chance that we can get Miles home next week Tuesday, but it requires a lot of mountain moving on the Lord's part.
Please pray for our son's situation. And I'm going to selfishly ask for me and my sanity, too. The Mister is in Texas all week for work, so I'm operating solo while in the middle of dance camp and soccer season and music lessons, and I'm not feeling well from this whole disaster that's otherwise known as a Haitian adoption.