I left my heart in... Guatemala

This is our little girl. She was supposed to be home months ago. I felt pretty connected to her before we visited in February, but afterward, I can't stop thinking about her. My wife is visiting again next week and I'm pretty jealous. I know that she needs the visit more... I just wish I could hold her again.
I keep praying that God would speed things up but the opposite has happened. I used to think I knew how prayer worked and had a lot of faith that my prayers would be answered. Now, all those passages that come to mind and easily roll of my tongue when counseling others struggling with unanswered prayers seem... well, insufficient; like a discouraging reminder that I'm not aligned with God's will.
However, throughout the process, I've been humbled and challenged about all my thrology. Everything I once stood so arrogantly on, I have been forced to throw out. And while most of my friends have tried to encourage me otherwise, it has been a really wonderful experience. I finally feel like I'm following Jesus. I'm sure one day I'll hold Micaiah in my arms and look back on today and think how foolish I was to think what I just wrote... but for today it will keep me following; waiting for the day when my prayers are answered.