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Saved by a Home Study Paper!:
God had always put extraordinary people in my life to accomplish His sovereign purposes. A couple of days before leaving, as I was packing my six sets of documents, I called the Immigration and Naturalization Service in Miami, Florida, to see if they had received my dossier.
“You must be psychic,” the woman on the other end of the phone said. “Your packet was just placed in front of me.”
“No, I am not psychic. I am a Christian and I think God wants me to adopt this little girl.” She wasn’t sure what to say to that, so she continued to go through a list of things.
“I don’t see your home study,” she said.
“They never gave it to me,” I told her. “It was mailed by the adoption agency that did my home study, to the adoption agency in the Midwest that was coordinating the Nepali side of things.”
“You must have that document,” she insisted. “I will overnight a copy of it to you and make sure you take it with you.”
The next day, the home study arrived by Fed Ex, and I made a copy and packed it in my suitcase. Neither adoption agency made sure I had it. A lady from the INS gave it to me overnight by Federal Express.
I could not have adopted Manisha without the home study in my possession.
After dinner and having returned to the Bleu Hotel, I climbed the three flights of stairs to my room and filled out a couple of faxes to let people know I had arrived safely. This was back in the prehistoric days before email. I walked down the stairs again to hand the papers to the receptionist. As I waited for him to finish sending the fax, another Canadian man whom I had not met earlier walked up and gave me one of those looks that makes a woman feel uncomfortable.
I tried to turn away from him, but he persisted, “Why don’t you come up to my room tonight...”
I thought I would be nauseous. The last thing I wanted to do was spend an evening with some guy I didn’t know. I tried to explain to him I was adopting a little girl, but he had no interest in hearing about that.
I quickly finished my business with the attendant and once again climbed up the three flights of stairs making sure he didn’t follow.
Ankit later told me, “You know the wickedness of man. Man is even more wicked here.” I had no reason to doubt him. More than once while in Nepal, I felt an evilness that I associated with Hinduism. It was like a coffin being lowered into the ground, a veil covering the truth, the darkness of a bottomless pit full of people with no hope.
“You must be psychic,” the woman on the other end of the phone said. “Your packet was just placed in front of me.”
“No, I am not psychic. I am a Christian and I think God wants me to adopt this little girl.” She wasn’t sure what to say to that, so she continued to go through a list of things.
“I don’t see your home study,” she said.
“They never gave it to me,” I told her. “It was mailed by the adoption agency that did my home study, to the adoption agency in the Midwest that was coordinating the Nepali side of things.”
“You must have that document,” she insisted. “I will overnight a copy of it to you and make sure you take it with you.”
The next day, the home study arrived by Fed Ex, and I made a copy and packed it in my suitcase. Neither adoption agency made sure I had it. A lady from the INS gave it to me overnight by Federal Express.
I could not have adopted Manisha without the home study in my possession.
After dinner and having returned to the Bleu Hotel, I climbed the three flights of stairs to my room and filled out a couple of faxes to let people know I had arrived safely. This was back in the prehistoric days before email. I walked down the stairs again to hand the papers to the receptionist. As I waited for him to finish sending the fax, another Canadian man whom I had not met earlier walked up and gave me one of those looks that makes a woman feel uncomfortable.
I tried to turn away from him, but he persisted, “Why don’t you come up to my room tonight...”
I thought I would be nauseous. The last thing I wanted to do was spend an evening with some guy I didn’t know. I tried to explain to him I was adopting a little girl, but he had no interest in hearing about that.
I quickly finished my business with the attendant and once again climbed up the three flights of stairs making sure he didn’t follow.
Ankit later told me, “You know the wickedness of man. Man is even more wicked here.” I had no reason to doubt him. More than once while in Nepal, I felt an evilness that I associated with Hinduism. It was like a coffin being lowered into the ground, a veil covering the truth, the darkness of a bottomless pit full of people with no hope.
Lorilyn Roberts is a Christian author who writes children's picture books, adult nonfiction, memoirs, and a young adult Christian fantasy series, Seventh Dimension.
Lorilyn graduated Magna Cum Laude from the University of Alabama, which included international study in Israel and England. She received her Masters in Creative Writing from Perelandra College and is a graduate of the Institute of Children's Literature.
Lorilyn is the founder of the John 316 Marketing Network, a network of Christian authors who are passionate about promoting books with a Christian worldview.
To learn more about Lorilyn, please visit her website at http://lorilynroberts.com or
blog at http://lorilynroberts.blogspot.com.
You can follow her on twitter at http://twitter.com/lorilynroberts
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3 comments:
Thanks so much, Carole, for hosting me on your blog. I hope that your readers will enjoy the excerpt and be sure to enter the Rafflecopter drawing for a free Kindle.
Thanks, Carole, for hosting me on your blog. I hope that your readers will be sure to enter the Rafflecopter for a free Kindle.
Thanks, Carole, for hosting me on your blog. I hope that your readers will be sure to enter the Rafflecopter for a free Kindle
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