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Last night my older two boys cried themselves to sleep. Riley's pillow case was soaking wet from tears. I listened to my 6 year old beg Jesus for help during his bed time prayer. I watched my husband sob as he held my 8 year old and tried to comfort him.

Our adoption process is over. We have been given no other choice. We are grieving, although I think I actually started that quite some time ago. I'm angry, I just don't know exactly who I'm angry with right now.

We're trying to teach the boys to pray differently now, to pray that God will watch over Nana and that she will have a loving home in Liberia.

We are so thankful for the support we have received from our family and friends over the last two and a half years. Your financial and emotional support and encouragement have meant the world to us. We never dreamed our journey would end this way and our hearts are broken and sad. We have no answers as to why we were led in this direction to begin with, but we felt that we were being obedient to what God had called us to. We are not the same family we were when this journey started, Nana has changed us.

All I know now is that God has given us four beautiful children to care for each day. We gladly accept that responsibility and feel blessed to be their parents. We will always remember to pray for a little girl in Liberia...Nator Karbal will always be in our hearts.