So after writing yesterday J called from Dar with what our social worker referred to as a “small problem.” Every time someone says that here they are usually talking about something bad. Really bad. And what followed changes everything. From what we understand the law has changed and now we cannot adopt from mainland Tanzania because we live on our island (and all foreigners that are not of the dominant religion are not allowed to adopt from our island). Basically the new law was made but not communicated or enforced and is just now being pushed through social services. J called from the office, told me what he knew, and when he hung up to try to deal with the situation my stomach sank. I felt sick. I prayed and fasted and asked God to make a way through this situation. Our social worker said she will try to talk to the Commissioner when he returns next week and see if he will approve us because we are so far in the process. She said to call back next Thursday for his answer. This will be a long week. But the bottom line is everything is changed. Again. It feels as though God is testing to see if all I wrote yesterday is really what I believe. Will I chose to worry or trust?