We got word today that our Ukrainian teenage "son" has been granted permission to travel to the US in December for hosting. We've talked about this opportunity and prayed about it. There were a lot of ups and downs in the last few months. M hadn't been making the best choices--leaving the orphanage when he wasn't suppose to and skipping school. Traveling is a privilege, so we weren't sure if the director would give her blessing for him to travel. If she had said no, I would have completely understood.
Now that we know he is coming officially (barring no medical or administrative issues and a successful VISA appointment) he should arrive just days before Christmas. Doug worried before the final verdict, and now I'm the one worrying.
The last time M was here was 2007. Lots has changed in his world and our's since then. How will he feel about the girls? And the girls about him? Will he understand why "his room" is not as he left it three years ago on a sunny August day? How will we help him deal with all the hurt he has experienced in the last three years on top of what he has seen in his lifetime?
Then there's the fun reality of financially getting him here. He will fly into New York and we will have to meet him there to bring him back to Ohio. In January, we will have to take him back to JFK to catch a flight back to Ukraine. The logistics always get me. Thankfully I know that God will take care of the details.