Paperchase

Any of you who have ever worked through an international adoption know just how frustrating the paper chase portion of the journey can be.  This is our third adoption, and we are not immune to the difficulties in building the dossier.  Today I had our family coordinator look through the documents we’ve gathered thus far.  One has already been rejected because the signature date does not match the notary’s signature date.  It’s Matt’s medical exam, so he’s got to have his physician do it again.  Those who make rules about what belongs in dossiers clearly do not understand how difficult it is to get a physician and a notary in the same room at the same time.  I’m a physician, and I fill out paperwork and write letters all day long for my patients.  It sucks my time like a vortex.  I hate the thought of asking my husband’s kind physician to do it twice.  I’m off to pick up my completed medical exam tomorrow, and I won’t be leaving there until I verify the signatures, notary stamps, dates, and letterhead, is all completely correct.  Documents can be rejected if the notary’s commission expires within two years (two years!), if the notary only recently became a notary, if the dates don’t match, if there is white out of any kind on the document, if it isn’t on letterhead, if the notary statement isn’t worded just so.  I know all of these things, but I am not the one signing all of these documents, so I am powerless to fix it.

Dear Beth Moore blogged something recently that I found useful.  You can read the entire post here, but this is a little snippet of Beth quoting Charles Spurgeon.

“the very essence of anxious care is the imagining that we are wiser than God, and the thrusting ourselves into his place to do for him that which he has undertaken to do for us”

I have to remind myself of this all the time.  God is responsible for getting M home, not me.  God has the power to do it, not me.  I am blasting through paperwork and adoption education and notary signatures, but I am still powerless.  If I give myself any credit, I reek of arrogance.