Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 2009 7:18 PM, CST
I recently found a quote that I quite like. It goes like this:
"Sometimes I'd like to ask God why He allows poverty, famine and injustice in the world when He could do something about it...but I'm afraid God might ask me the same question." Anonymous
"God is in the slums, in the cardboard boxes where the poor play house, God is in the silence of a mother who has infected her chlild with a virus that will end both their lives. God is in the cires heard under the rubble of war, God is in the debris of wasted oopportunit
This haunts me. I lose sleep over this.
How much is enough? How much should we do? When is it enough? Is it ever enough?
I've got to do something. I wish God would show me what that is. But I have to do something about this terrible injustice. I am having a hard time living with this knowledge.
This has been on my heart for months now but I haven't known how to share it with you. I'm not sure what I've said is appropriate
"Pure and genuine religion in the sight of God the Father means caring for ophans and widows in their distress and refusing to let the world corrupt you." James 1:27
I don't want to allow the world to corrupt me. God, show us what we should do.
I wanted to share this because although many of you have followed our previous blog, many of you are newer friends. This goes back to February 8, 2009 when I finally had the courage to post it. It had been on my mind for quite some time. The cool thing you can see when you read it is that at the time, I was searching and asking God to show us what our next step was to be. He answered us since then. God does answer prayer. It's adoption for us once again, but we will continue to ask what our next step after this adoption will be. Retirement is not an option for us. Too many in need. Keep speaking, Lord. We're listening.
Hope me adding this old posting doesn't confuse in any way. Please let me know if it does so I can clarify.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Friday, April 10, 2009
The house is looking and smelling so much better, too. (to us anyway) Our friends and neighbors still walk in and cry but we've gotten used to it and I no longer feel the sadness I did when I first walked in but I can only see progress and possibility.
One cool thing for me is that my kitchen is going to be bumped out by 2 feet. There is very little I'd change about our house except that. Five years ago, it looked so much bigger on paper to me and when the cabinets went in the first time, it shrunk! I'd never, ever have spent the money on remodeling it when it was beautiful and perfectly functional but I really wanted it bigger. The screen porch will also get bumped out by 4 feet. This will be nice to accomodate our ever growing family. We eat dinner out there every night in the summer. LOVE IT!
As I think about today being Good Friday, I remember back 13 years ago when we were in Israel at the place of the scull where Jesus was crucified. Several yards from that spot is the garden tomb where Jesus was buried. Having been there, I will always view this event from a visual perspective, imagining it all in my mind.
I once heard a great sermon on Easter preached by a firey black pastor. He talked about the darkness and horror of the crucifixion and at the end of each dark event he that mentioned, he say, "But Sunday's comin'." By the end of the sermon, he ends up yelling, "But SUNDAY'S COMIN'!" Although a house fire in no way compares to the crucifixion of the Lord, I feel a little like that. It's a dark time now (relatively speaking) for our family, but our Sunday's comin'. Praise God!
By the way, thanks for your prayers regarding my cold/sore throat. By the time I got out to the house, I felt so much better. I did stay in the garage and out of the soot and I know that helped. Just another little miracle. Big to me!
The boys are at their Aunt Pam's today playing and coloring Easter eggs with Aunt Jenny. I know they are having fun with their cousins.
Last night, when I went to lie down with the boys at bedtime, Misganaw was really sad and mopey. I brought him into bed with me for some snuggle time which we have had no time for in the last week. He's a pretty cuddly boy with me usually. He really at that up and he began to talk to me about the fire. He said, "The firemans came and took the fire away. It's really hot. I don't want it to burn me. It will hurt me. The fire might come and burn our house." Comments like these. I was so glad he opened up to me so I could reassure him. I assured him that the fireman put the fire out and it is not burning anymore so it can't hurt him or anyone. He's such a little thinker.
Have a blessed Good Friday. Sunday's Comin'!!
On another note, if you haven't checked out the blog www.kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com you really need to. Man, it is a blessing and so inspiring. She's a 20 year old girl, living in Uganda taking care of the orphans and the poor. LOVE HER!!
Thanks for your prayers,
Thursday, April 9, 2009
The restoration company sent two nice ladies out today and we were going through our kitchen. I *guess* we were doing a little too much talking. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Blaine put up his hand to one of the guy workers and do the 'she's talking too much gesture'. He then says to me, "The flash on that camera should look like a strobe light. There is too much time between flashes." At this point the camera was taken from me and the strobe began! The kitchen was like a disco. No one could keep up with Blaine. Garbage started piling up. It was insane. But we got quite a bit done. The upstairs bathrooms are done (meaning empty and pics taken of all the contents), living room is done, upstairs bedroom is done, most of the toys are done, my books are done, and much of the kitchen is done. We will be back tomorrow with a couple brave and fearless friends to try to get more done. They evidentally were trying to get it complete so they could begin demo-ing it Monday. Someone really should have told me that...I would have talked less.
Funny what you find in drawers. Today, in one of my bathroom drawers (don't ask) I found several note card with Bible verses on them. Two really stood out to me.
"So do not fear, for I am with you;
Do not be dismayed, for I am your God.
I will strengthen you and help you;
I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." Isaiah 40:10
We sure need strength and help from God. Sometimes it's hard not to be afraid.
"Love the Lord your God with all your heart
and with all your soul
and with all your mind
and with all your strength.
The second greatest commandment is thisi:
Love your neighbor as yourself.
There is no commandments greater than these." Mark 12:30-31
So many people have loved us as they have loved themselves this week. The boys have been loved on, showered with gifts and clothes, we have received wonderful meals, cards, flowers, offers to help, money, gift cards and so much love and support. People have cried with us and laughed with us. What great examples of the love of Christ.
Today was a very hard day for me I guess because it started out hard. Because of all that's happened, the other day we felt we had to ask Rene to see if he could find another place to live. Well, this morning when he and Blake left for school he wasn't coming back. We will really miss him. Our house just worked out perfectly for his needs and I feel so badly. I feel such a sense of loss with everything and then losing him just took the cake. We'll see him again but it is just not the same.
I am going to try to call a church very near where he attends college at Normandale to see if there might be a mission minded person who would be able to have him. Maybe someone who needs help with yardwork. He can do dishes like nobodies business. Pray that there will be the perfect people for him. He has somewhere temporarily.
The kids are doing ok. The older kids are better than the younger. At least it seems that way on the outside. Mihiretu seems to be doing pretty well. It's really Misganaw who is showing the effects of this loss and stress more than anyone. Right now, it's his way or no way. He wants cookies for breakfast and candy whenever he wants it. He wants to be FIRST and everything is MINE! It is like I have a new child inhabiting my sons body. I'm hoping after another week of super busyness, we can settle in to a routine and he will feel more secure. Poor little guy.
I just keep thinking of all the loss these 2 little ones have experienced in their very short lives. To lose their first families and all that they knew to be brought to an orphanage. Then to get used to that and the people who loved and cared for them, and then we show up and they lose that. Then to get used to us and feel secure in our home, then to lose that. Any advise on how I can help them in the short and long term?
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
The guys decide if something can be cleaned and *if* I want it cleaned, they tag it, photograph it and put it on a truck or in a box and take it away. This stuff is all covered in soot, sort of like touching a piece of charcoal over and over. It turns your hands black. I'm having a little bit of a hard time with my books. For those of you who know me you know I love a good book, especially if it's about a missionary who has overcome amazing obstacles and done great things for God. If I love a book I dog ear the 'good pages' so that most of my books are pretty dog eared. How can I re-dog ear them unless I re-read them?? So I must decide if it's worth cleaning them. New ones are NOT the same. Hmmmm....
As I was looking at my books, one of the guys said, "I've read that book." It was Bruchko, a missionary to the Motilone Indians of South America. Then he saw a lot of other books that he's read. I asked him where he went to church? Yep, he goes to B. Baptist, where we go. Crazy! He actually remembers when the Sunday 3 years ago when Blaine and I got up and shared how God led us to adopt M and M. He and his wife actually talked about adopting. Coincidence? I think not. He even remembered the name Addis Ababa!
So far, we have the living room done completely. I mean cataloging all the "stuff." I brought my mother in laws camera and layed out all the non-restorable stuff and photographed it. At least then I can look at my computer in the warmth and comfort of a home and write down each item. After that, I must price shop for these items or items close to them and write them down with a description of each item. Katie just went to her room and bagged up all her clothes. She filled 4 big garbage bags full. She just finished going through them and is getting rid of over half. I'm sure I am guilty of this, too. It's the, "well, I might wear that again" thing. And then you never do. Seriously people, get rid of your "stuff." Take it from me, if you have a fire you will just have to count it and it's not really fun. Give it away now so someone else can enjoy it!
Thanks to all of you who have offered to take the boys and to those who have already taken them. They have had so much fun with all of you and it is a huge relief to me during the day not to have to worry about them and know they're having fun. Thank you!!
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
It sounds like the entire house will be taken down to the studs on all 3 levels, with the possible exception of B and K's rooms where the wall sheetrock might be saved. Ceiling must go in them, though.
The entire roof truss system must be replaced, as well. Thankfully, Blaine saved the roof truss diagram which will save a lot of work and time. He also has the blueprints which were used on the job site the first time around.
Every appliance is shot on the first level, including my new washer and dryer. The frig and freezer on the lower level might be ok.
Today, I did a walk quick walk through with our lead guy in charge of determining what is and is not salvagable. He asked me what absolutely had to be saved. We went around the house and literally found maybe 20 items at the most that were irreplacable to me. Most of them were items we picked up in Ethiopia for less than $1. It was weird to have your stuff reduced to a table with 20 items on it.
Tomorrow, I need to be at the house to help itemize and catalog each and every item in our house. It will take a few days and should be done by next Thursday.
All my Christmas items are going to be ok, thankfully. We found the boys greencards (YEAH), all the passports, all important papers made it with the exception of my calendar (so if I have an appointment with you I won't remember it!) and most thankfully of ALL things, the boys' life videos we received in Ethiopia which contain their time in the orphanage and an interview of their Ethiopian mother survived!! The originals are melted but the copies I made and planned to take to the safe deposit box made it. Praise God! There are so many positives in this situation and they are nothing short of miracles. Each one has God's fingerprints on it.
When I look at the house, I seriously don't feel sad or heartbroken. I can honestly look at my charred dining room table and say, "Oh, there is my table. Oh, well. Don't care." A week ago I would have told you that I "loved" that table and chairs. It was special to me and it was my dream table and chairs. But "love"? Nope, not love at all. I guess I really liked it and it served its purpose for my family but I wouldn't shed a tear over it. Puts "things" into their proper perspective.
Losing your home is definitely NOT the worst thing we've ever been through as a family. Losing a person is the worst and losing a house doesn't even come close to it. It's not even in the same universe.
The difficult thing in this loss is the emotional toll it takes on people, specifically our kids. It's hard to be a teenager and have your own stuff and space then lose it. My heart breaks for Mihiretu and Misganaw, who once or twice in their short lives have literally lost everything only to loose it once again. I'm sad for them. Misganaw begged me this morning not to go. He held onto me and said, "Mommy, don't leave me. Please don't go, Mommy. Mommy don't leave again." When I left, he lay at the bottom of the stairs, face down with his face in his hands. So sad. Katie found him yesterday lying under some big toy, just quiet. He never acts this way and I know he is sad and grieving. He said the other morning very sadly, "I don't like fire. I don't like fire in the house." The kids watched from the Jeep the flames coming out of the roof.
Please pray for the kids, strength and stamina for us and protection for all of us. We have been blessed beyond measure by the generosity of our friends, neighbors and family, and yes, even complete strangers. Once again, we are blown away by this and pray that God will bless each one of you greatly for your kindness to us.
We are thankful for all of you.
May God richly bless you,
Sunday, April 5, 2009
The first post on this blog contains the miraculous story of how God so clearly showed us that it was time for us to adopt again. It's a beautiful story and full of direct answers and interventions from God. Many of you also know that when we adopted the first time, God also did the same direct intervention to show us we were to adopt and even from where. (For anyone who does not know the story, I will write it out if people ask.) These two times are the only times in our lives that God has so directly spoken to us concerning anything. Sure, in other ways we have "heard" Him speak, but NEVER as directly as when He wants us to adopt.
This tells me something about God.
Number 1-God LOVES adoption. Jesus tells us to care for the orphan and the widow. His heart breaks for them. Ours should, too.
Number 2-God is real and intimately involved in the lives of His people. And when we make ourselves available to Him, He WILL show you what He has for you.
As powerfully and directly as God has shown us His desire in our adoptions, Satan has also very powerfully and directly tried to stop us. *This fire is a direct result of our pursuit to obey what God has clearly shown us regarding adoption.*
You see, we don't believe the Bible to be a book of fairy tails leaned on by weak people in times of difficulty. We believe EVERY precious word of it. So when it says our battle is not against flesh and blood but of evil forces in the heavenly realms, we BELIEVE that. We've SEEN it to be true.
We are in a cosmic battle of good and evil all the time. Satan battling God, trying to win as many over to his side as possible. The road to God is life, the road to Satan is death. Satan doesn't want a child to join our family and experience life. He hates it. He'll do what He can to stop it. Hence the term Spiritual Warfare.
We had many attacks during our last adoption. I'll share the worst of the worst. We pursued our adoption with a vengance. Our application was done is record time. Once we realized that God was telling us to adopt, we did everything as quickly as possible. The next step for us was (before we could do anything else) attend the pre-adoptive class given by our adoptioin agency (Children's Home Society). It turns out they were all filled up and we had to wait 3 months to get in. Uggghhh, that was so frustrating to sit and do nothing.
We were to attend on a Thursday in August. That Monday, Blake began to feel ill, really ill. By Monday night we were in the Emergency Room with him at Children's Hospital. His symptoms were severe. They drew blood, took x-rays and examined him. We were there all night. Finally, I asked the dr. why he wanted to take x-rays of his chest. He took me out of the room and told me that Blake's blood levels were all messed up. His white count was extremely low and his red count was also effected. He told me they were very concerned that he had cancer, lymphoma, and that they were checking a chest x-ray looking for evidence of that.
They told us to follow up the next day with his pediatritian. We didn't tell Blake anything about the cancer possibility, he was so sick anyway and we really didn't know how to. But the dr. did. Well, you can imagine. Telling a 16 year old boy that it looks like he has cancer. They drew blood and the results were almost the same as the night before. We were to come back the next day, Wed. in the afternoon.
After that appointment, I really felt the Lord assuring me that this is one of those spiritual battles and that he was fine. We all prayed together for Blake. I called CHSFS to tell them about the situation and that we intended to be there but a little late. I called the drs office to see if there was any possibility we could get an early morning appointment so we could still make the pre-adoption class. We were confident he would be fine. The dr. agreed to come in middle of her hospital rounds to see us.
They drew blood and waited. She came in with the results, sat down and said, "You are a very lucky boy. Your numbers have doubled and are climbing!" It was determined that he had a virus and the fact that it attacked his white AND red count was "very rare." We praised the Lord, sent Blake home with my niece and sped off to our class and made it exactly on time!
Satan tried then and he failed.
I had the application for adoption on my desk and planned to fill it out over the weekend and submit it on Monday (tomorrow).
He once again tried by destroying our house but he cannot destroy our faith and that's why I said, "Make no mistake. We WILL be adopting as soon as we get back in our house."
Thank all of you for your prayers. We feel the support. Thank you for the offers of help. Our insurance company advanced us a check so we are able to begin to replace the items we need. We're getting there. Everyone now has underwear, socks, shirts, toiletries. Blaine still has only the jeans he left the house in. Katie has flip flops and we awoke to the ground covered in white again! So we have to do a lot every day.
Blaine will post pics today of the house. They speak for themselves. We went on Friday to see it. With the exception of the frame, it needs to be completely gutted, all 3 levels. Part of the roof must be rebuilt as you can see in the pics. It will take about 6 months to complete, maybe 8. We should be back by Christmastime.
Today is Palm Sunday. It's the day that Jesus rode into Jerusalem on a donkey, a hero beloved by the people. And just one week later, they crucify Him. How quickly things change. I'm thankful that God doesn't change.
I'm posting under caringbridge today since I think most of you will get an email alerting you.
We had a house fire Thursday night. We all got out ok but the house is unlivable.
The smoke alarms went off at 1:30am. Blaine ran out to see if one of the older kids burned a pizza, which they occasionally do. He then ran downstairs and there was smoke coming from our game room and the ceiling was on fire. He then ran to wake Blake and Katie who were sleeping soundly. By the time they got up and turned around to come back upstairs, they literally had to feel their way due to the smoke. We all got out to the car and I asked Blaine if I could go back in to get something. He said to do it quickly. When I walked back into the kitchen, the smoke was so bad I could take nothing.
The fire spread quickly before the fire department was able to get water on it. The damage is extensive and we won't be able to return for approx. 6 months. We are blessed to be welcomed once again to Blaine's moms house. You will remember that we lived here with them for 1 year while we were building the house 5 years ago. This time however, we are not a family of 4, we are a family of 7. We are thankful to have a place to call home.
We went back to see the house yesterday in the daylight. It's so sad. The smoke damage left everything on the main level black. The walls are black, the ceiling is black, the floor is black, the pictures on the walls are black. It looks like a haunted house.
Everything has to be gutted-all the sheetrock must come off, all floors redone, basically everything except the framing (some of that must be redone) and part of the roof needs to be rebuilt.
We left with the PJ's we had on. All our clothes are smoke damaged and unusable. We all have coats, shoes, and I have my purse. Blake has his backpack. I think that's it.
We are thankful to be out alive and safe. Things can be replaced. We have been through worse. Losing a home is bad, but compared to losing a person it is NOTHING.
There are many bright spots. The fire didn't touch our adoption papers for M and M. Blake and Katie's babybooks will be able to be cleaned and were not destroyed. I *think* the boys greencards survived. The paperwork they were in was singed but I think they are ok (I HOPE!). We have good insurance and because Blaine had a "hunch", he just 3 weeks ago (before we left for Cabo) went around the house with the video camera and recorded everything in the house for insurance purposes and put the tape at his office. Praise the Lord for this! We have a place to stay, food and eachother.
I took the older kids to the MOA yesterday to shop for replacement clothes. We all needed everything. We put a small dent in it but are thankful that today, everyone has at least one outfit to wear. More shopping today.
The kids are pretty good for the most part but are having a hard time. Mihiretu and Misganaw keep telling me, "Mommy, I want to go home now." The older feel the same way. Pray for them please.
One of the first things I thought about was..."the adoption." We can't very well have a home study done if we don't have a home. Our adoption will have to be postponed until we get back into the house. We were so hoping to have her home just after Christmas.
I have a strong idea as to 'why' this happened to us. I just don't have the energy to go into it today, but later I will. Let me just say this...We WILL be adopting again.
Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Today we move from caringbridge.com to blogspot. I wanted to catch you all up to date on what has happened in our family. Sorry if this is long. I've condensed it as much as I could. Hope it's not confusing!
Many of you know that I have been greatly troubled for a long time about some things. The fact that there are orphans in the world is bad enough for me but the fact that they are suffering illness and starvation, lack of education and knowledge of Jesus Christ is unbearable.
Even though I wanted to share this with Blaine, I kept this pretty much to myself because with the state of the economy, business has not been good. I didn't want to stress him out any more. I didn't want him to think I had an agenda. I didn't.
I really thought God could use me to speak to groups or do some writing so that others might be inspired to open their hearts and homes to the blessings of adding a precious child to their family by means of adoption. So adoption, while near and dear to my heart wasn't what I was thinking about for us.
Finally, one night I told him. I read to him what I'd written on the old caringbridge site about orphans, the poor and the widow being Jesus in disguise to us.
We decided to each begin to pray that God would show us exactly what our next 'assignment' would be on behalf of these people whom Jesus told us love and care for. So we did.
Maybe a year ago or so, I signed up with RainbowKids.com to receive emails with waiting kids in Africa. I did this just for fun so I could see the kids who were available. I never received a single email until last week. There was an email from them on Tues. and one also on Wed. Weird! So Thursday morning I told Blaine about it (since we were both on the look-out for what God has planned). I quickly showed him the email, we looked at pictures and he went to work.
Apparently, he went to work and looked them up again and did what they tell you not to do under any circumstances if you don't have a completed, approved home study...he fell in love.
Like we did the last time God spoke so clearly about adoption, we began praying.
He prayed with me that night that God would show us clearly if we were to pursue adoption and that this girl would get the right family for her, whether it was us or someone else.
The very next day, “We have the first round of God’s answer.” He proceeds to tell me this story:
A man came into his office, asking to see some office space for rent. He had looked at it 2 months prior, but Blaine hadn’t seen him since. For Father's Day last year, I had made up for Blaine big 20x30" canvas pictures of each of the 4 kids for his office. The way it is arranged takes up his whole wall and if I may say so myself, is stunning. The man looks at Blaine’s ‘wall of children’ and says, “Cool, where did you have this done?” Blaine told him. He really liked the pics but clearly was wondering about the 2 black kids in the pics but he didn't ask.
They came back to his office after relooking at the space to work up some numbers. The man (Daniel) was sitting in a chair with his back to the pics but kept turning around and was obviously wondering about the boys. Blaine finally said, “Those are all my kids and the 2 little boys we adopted from Ethiopia.”
Daniel’s face turned to shock, he stood up, tears came to his eyes, he grabbed Blaine’s hand to shake it and said, “God is good, God bless you, Thank you, Jesus.,” over and over again. He said, “You have no idea what you’ve done for these boys. Your family will be blessed…your children, your children’s children and for the next 100, 200, 300 years your family will be blessed because of what you’ve done.”
Blaine replied, “Yes, our family is blessed and God is good.”
Daniel, grabbing Blaine’s arm, “I KNEW it!!! You are a believer and brother in Chirst!”
They told each other where they went to church. Blaine asked him where he was from. He replied, “Nigeria.”
Daniel proceeds to tell Blaine that he was so blessed to come to America and therefore has an obligation to take care of as many people back in Nigeria as he can. He has sent over a half a million dollars so far and supports over 2000 people there. He has 40 sibs, his dad is muslim with 4 wives and he supports them all. God just continues to provide for him and he keeps sending as much as he can.
He tells Blaine that some rebels cut half of his mom’s ear off, two of her fingers and almost took her hand off. He was able to bring her here for surgery, which he payed for to have her hand repaired from it’s mangled state.
Blaine told him that we were actually praying about bringing another daughter from Ethiopia to join our family. He broke into praising God all over again!!
The then proceeds to tell Blaine, “I want to be in this building and I am ready to sign the lease.”
Blaine, “Ok, I’ll get it printed up for you. Do you want to come back Mon or Tues to sign it?
Daniel, “No I want to sing it now.”
Blaine, “It’s rather lengthy and you’ll want to read it.”
Daniel, “I’ll wait, Go ahead and print it up.”
He waits, Blaine gives him the over 20 page lease and he asks where he should sign. Blaine shows him. He flips through it, signs the lease and hands him cash for a deposit.
Unbeknownst to me, Blaine had been praying for 3 weeks that if God wanted us to adopt, that He’d show Blaine that financially we would be able to handle it. The economy being what it is, they haven’t signed a single lease in 6 months.
One hour after Daniel left, the real estate leasing agent called and said, “Good news! We have a restaurant for Farmington. They want to sign a lease Mon or Tues and are very excited. Also, a consignment shop wants to sign a lease on Mon or Tues, as well."
We have waited for 3 long years for a restaurant for our mall in Farmington. It will bring in other tenants as well because they are an anchor.
Nothing for 6 months and then 3 leases in ONE DAY !!!
Blaine called me right after all this happens and says, “God is working fast.” Woah, understatement!
We get our income from leases. This is the assurance God gave him to proceed.
Now we are praying that God would show us clearly which agency to go with. This matters so much because we know that God has a child picked out for our family and this has been predestined from the very beginning of time. So it’s just not random.
We hope to have this decided with God's direction by early next week so we can proceed with a home study.
While God was busy moving in my heart over the last months, I would often tell Him out loud, "God, please tell Blaine not me this time." I told Him this over and over. While my heart was hurting for these kids and I felt like I couldn't take the burden anymore and I would say this out of exasperation to Him. And what did He do for me?? He told Blaine this time. Blaine is fired up. Let me tell you, when hear from the Lord it gets you fired up!!
I can't really say why God works so dramatically with us when it comes to adoption. This doesn't happen with other things...just adoption. Keep in mind that all this has transpired over the period of 4 days! From not knowing what direction God had for us to go to getting that it was adoption and then getting such powerful confirmation.This is why I am confused when people say, "I don't want to be a Christian...way too boring!" Are you kidding???? Anything but.
That's it in a nutshell. Please pray for us that we'd continue to see God's direction toward which adoption agency He has for us.
Thanks for reading all this!