|Anya and me in St Pete, in October.|
Two things have been holding us back from going. First, money is more than tight right now and I'm not sure how I can afford to go just now, unless I borrow the funds. We've had a few unexpected expenses lately and, on top of the cost of the adoption, it has put us in a tough spot financially. Second, not all of D's paperwork is done and I had hoped to submit it all in person on this next trip. If I can have a friend submit it, then that is not a problem, but I'm pretty sure I need to submit it myself since I am adopting independently.
Still, I feel such a longing to go...to see Anya, to see D, to give as much love to the kids at the orphanage as I can. I keep hearing from my Siberian Shakespeare students, too. " When are you coming back? We need to see you!" I'm trying to convince myself that borrowing money is not a big deal, but it is to me. I do have a few friends who have offered to lend it, but borrowing scares me. I worry about how long it will take me to pay it back. I have plenty to spend on the kids once I'm there ($1600!), thanks to all the orphanage donations that have come in since December...but getting there is the problem.
I'm going to take today to pray and meditate about it. Something keeps nudging me to get over there fast, but its hard to listen when there are money worries! I know that every pre- and post-adoptive parent reading this knows exactly what I'm talking about.
Last night I read about someone winning 319 million dollars in the lottery, and all I could do was calculate how many adoptions that could fund, over and over again. Nearby, a country club has recently torn down a beautiful stately, albeit old, mansion and what did they put up in its place? A bigger, more elaborate palace of sorts. Every time I drive by it, I think of how all that money was wasted. A bigger, more modern palace for the golf players enjoy. It just dumbfounds me how people can waste money on such useless things when there are millions of children in need all over the world. It boggles the mind.
Well, enough ranting. Ranting doesn't get us anywhere. I try to not think about these things, but my mind gets obsessed with them. I hope God will help me to be less judgemental of the rich. It's my biggest prejudice and it does not serve me well. Better to keep my eyes on what I can do to make a difference, and leave others to their own choices.