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i believe in miracles

Just as God miraculously makes the sun to rise each morning over this city. Just as He makes the molecules in my body work in a rhythm that gives me life each day. Just as He created the stars and the moon and the heavens above.  Just as he healed the cancer from my father’s body. Just as he brought Caleb, the most precious gift I have ever recieved, into my life. Just as he rescued me from my own sins and depravity. Just as he called me into this adoption process. I believe the He who began a good work in me will be faithful to complete it. I believe that these are miracles. I have faith that the three pieces of paper my case is missing will be in my file at court on Monday. My God can move mountains, papers and letters are nothing to him. Please join me in petitioning the Lord for this miracle.

 

Don’t bargain with God. Be direct. ASK FOR WHAT YOU NEED. This isn’t a cat-and-mouse, hide-and-seek game we’re in. If your child asks for bread, do you trick him with sawdust? If he asks for fish, do you scare him with a live snake on his plate?  As bad as you are, you wouldn’t think of such a thing. You’re at least decent to your own children. So don’t you think the GOD WHO CONCEIVED YOU IN LOVE WILL BE EVEN BETTER? Matthew 7:7-10

today is a hard day

things i carry

This is a passage from the Sermon on the Mount (Message translation) found in Matthew 5. When I did the 40 day fast back in the Summer of 2007 as I prayed through the adoption calling on my life, this passage was the main focus for that time.  I had always heard people say that the Sermon on the Mount changed their lives, but it wasn’t until I read this version of it and prayed through it over the last several years that I began to understand it’s meaning. God continues to knead these words in my life.

 

I’m not sure who gave this to me, but I feel like I’ve had it forever. On the outside are the Chinese characters for courage.  I don’t wear this all of the time back home, but on this trip, I thought I could use the extra reminder.

 

This is a necklace that my sweet and dear friend Kellie gave me when we first began living life together.  By it I am reminded not only of our friendship, but of the interconnectedness of life.  I was first encouraged and impressed that it was made by a company who employs single moms, but over the years this necklace has developed a much deeper meaning for me than a just a contribution to a social enterprise.  To me it represents that all humans are connected. In living out my faith, a big part of the call of a Christian is to love my neighbor, regarless of whether they live in Opelika, Alabama or Surat, India, or Soddo, Ethiopia. I wear this necklace nearly everyday to remind myself of these things.

 

This is a note Kellie (can you tell that she’s an important person in my life?) gave to me right before I left for the airport along with a very precious gift that I’ll share at another time.  I think this one is pretty self explanatory.

well, he peed on me

So I guess that’s a good sign that he’s comfortable around me.  Actually when I got home to the guest house, all of the workers were quite excited for me because in Ethiopia it is considered good luck when I child pees on your leg because it means you’re going to have a baby.  At this point, I’ll take anything. And I’ll also take advantage of the laundry service.

All joking aside, our visit was PRECIOUS, PRECIOUS, PRECIOUS!  When I first walked in the room, he was timid and shy . . .for all of about 3 seconds.  After that he sat in my lap and we looked through a picture book of his new family (our family!!!) and I tried to communicate to him that I am his ənat (mommy) and that Caleb is his tanash wändm (little brother).  He doesn’t speak any English, but I am not worried about that, for it will come in all due time.  I was also able to share videos of Caleb with him on my iPhone and show him more of our family.  We also played a silly little game called Ninja Fruit to try and get him to interact a little more, and let’s be honest, I wanted him to think his Mommy had the coolest toys.  We then went to the play room with all of the children and I saw the two year old little boy truly come out of his shell.  It was so good to see him play in real life. After playing for a bit I met with his nurse who told me about all of his medical conditions (he’s pretty much healthy as a buck except for a runny nose. . .but what little boy doesn’t have a runny nose?).

After this I was able to feed him lunch and we looked through our family book a little more.  Lunch consisted of rice with little bits of meat, a side of potatoes, greenbeans, and bread.  He wasn’t too fond of the potatoes or the greenbeans.  It was actually really funny because I tried to chop one green bean up really small and hide it in the rice, but after chewing for a second, he figured out my secret plan and spit the chewed up greenbean out.  Reminds me of someone else in our family *cough* Mack Brock *cough*.

After lunch we went together and met with his psychologist who explained that mentally and emotionally, he is ALSO healthy as a buck. So, so good to hear.  It was during this meeting that said peeing incident happened and I was allowed to go up to his room and change him and put him down for his nap.  It was so precious. He gave me the biggest hug and then curled up into bed holding our family book.  I tried my best not to cry (thank goodness for sunglasses) until we got back into the van to come back to our guest house. What a special, special gift it is to be able to embrace that little boy in the flesh and to know that in his little mind he’s beginning to understand that I am his mommy and he is my son.  Adoption is such a strange, messy, and beautiful process.  I can’t wait until there is more to share.

Tomorrow morning I will get to visit with him again and then I have to go over all of his paperwork for court on Monday. Please continue to lift up this process in your prayers.  We are still missing the police clearance letter and the recommendation letter from MoWA.  Please pray that these are ready and presented at my court date on May 30th.  It’s a big, big deal that these letters get there.  Thank you so much for journeying with me in this process.  I’ll keep you posted as things unfold.

Until then I figured I’d post a picture of tanash wändm because, let’s be real, he’s so stinkin’ cute (and just so you know, his big brother’s going to be quite the heartbreaker too).  I can’t wait until this process is complete and I can share his pictures with you as well.

 

surreal

 

 

As I sit here drinking my coffee (kudos to Ethiopia for the black gold that gives me that extra umph every morning) watching the sunrise, it feels just like any other morning. Except that it’s not.  In a few short hours I will get on a bus heading to the Acacia Village and meet the little boy I’ve watched grow up in pictures and videos for the past two and a half years for the first time. Part of me wants to laugh, part of me wants to cry tears of joy that this day has finally arrived, and if I’m honest a small part of me is terrified that he will be frightened by me, the stranger.  There is also a part of me that is fighting for hope, and it is not a small part.  Hope that this little boy will be my son.  Hope that I won’t have to go through the heartbreak of losing him again.  The adoption is still a maybe, but as each day passes, God is granting me a little more peace about the whole mess that this has been.  Just this morning I was reading in Isaiah and came across this passage which gives me great comfort in the power of the Lord to move mountains and perform miracles and how we as Christians are to proclaim the good news of His work.  My hearts desire is that my life echos this good news.

Climb a high mountain, Zion. You’re the preacher of good news. Raise your voice. Make it good and loud, Jerusalem. You’re the preacher of good news. Speak loud and clear. Don’t be timid! Tell the cities of Judah, “Look! Your God!” Look at him! God, the Master, comes in power, ready to go into action. He is going to pay back his enemies and reward those who have loved him. Like a shepherd, he will care for his flock, gathering the lambs in his arms, Hugging them as he carries them, leading the nursing ewes to good pasture. Isaiah 40:9-11

Right now I feel like a helpless little lamb and it is a comfort to know that in this state, God has me in his arms and is giving me one of those reassuring all-encompassing hugs that lets me know no matter what, I am His. I am loved. I am beloved. I am not alone.

When my parents moved me to college back in 1999 (eeek!), my mom gave me a bible with a special letter she wrote to me on the inside cover.  In that letter she encouraged me to spread my wings and fly.  To be an eagle.  This morning, I was reminded of this in another passage from Isaiah, which essentially says the same thing my mom wrote in her letter so many years ago.

Why would you ever complain, O Jacob, or, whine, Israel, saying, “God has lost track of me. He doesn’t care what happens to me”? Don’t you know anything? Haven’t you been listening? God doesn’t come and go. God lasts. He’s Creator of all you can see or imagine. He doesn’t get tired out, doesn’t pause to catch his breath. And he knows everything, inside and out. He energizes those who get tired, gives fresh strength to dropouts. For even young people tire and drop out, young folk in their prime stumble and fall. But those who wait upon God get fresh strength. They spread their wings and soar like eagles, They run and don’t get tired, they walk and don’t lag behind.  Isaiah 40:27-31

For the past few weeks (well months if I’m truly honest) I’ve felt like a tired dropout and I am so thankful that God promises through this verse to give me strength and energy to spread my wings and soar like an eagle.  So here I fly in the next little bit to meet my little prince.

how to change your life: compassion

Today I was blessed to meet two of the kids I sponsor through Compassion International. We first met in January of 2010 when I was here getting Caleb, and I was very fortunate to be able to spend more time with them on this trip. We had a great time getting to know each other a little better and needless to say, their soccer skills put me to shame. I don’t usually talk much about giving or organizations in this space, but if you have $38 dollars to spare each month, sponsoring a child through Compassion International will change your life and the lives of the children a thousandfold.  It’s definitely a better return on investment than anything I’ve ever seen come from Wall Street.

Be generous. Give to the poor. Get yourselves a bank that can’t go bankrupt, a bank in heaven far from bankrobbers, safe from embezzlers, a bank you can bank on. It’s obvious, isn’t it? The place where your treasure is, is the place you will most want to be, and end up being.
Luke 12:33-34


ethiopian sunrise and a room with a view

welp, it’s a maybe!

Just a quick update because I still have to go pack and try and make it to the airport on time, but the birth mother gave her consent and I’m still waiting on all of the letters to go through (see 50/50). There’s a chance they could be there by my court date on the 30th. Pray! Pray! Pray!

(f.y.i. I probably won’t have much internet connectivity in Ethiopia, but I’ll try and keep you guys updated as I can)

a little light around here

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