I know that not everyone who reads this is a Christian, but it is a part of who we are and why I am here. And all of you, Christian or not, have lent me the strength necessary to make this happen. You all working as one large body of Christ from New Mexico, Kansas and Missouri, to Oregon, even Kentucky or wherever you are have put your prayers together to call out the action of God and his strength.
Verse after verse sent by you has washed over me to make me clean and strong. I cry. I want to quit. I worry. And then you are there behind me letting me know that I am not alone and that neither you nor God have left me stranded. Then, I rejoice. I hope. I trust. Some of you I have never met but we share the same heartbeat of Jesus Jesus Jesus as we wade through our days.
"Rather, speaking the truth in love, we are to grow up in every way into him who is the head, into Christ,16from whom the whole body, joined and held together by every joint with which it is equipped, when each part is working properly, makes the body grow so that it builds itself up in love."
But the church has not functioned as the church ought to be functioning- as one body in Christ. Somehow, though, at this juncture in our lives, the church has fused itself together as a true body moving and breathing with one goal. We often consider the people we see in church as our church family but God doesn't work that way. We are one, joined together by every joint, working properly. I am very literally holding together because of you.
When I have been too upset to pray, you have prayed in my stead.
When I have stood like a lost child, you have sent me scriptures to give me hope and wisdom.
When I have been too shocked to praise, you have sent up praises on my behalf.
When we didn't have the money for this adoption, you have been generous.
When we needed clothing and furniture, you gave to us.
When I was discouraged, you called or met with me or sent me an email.
I have never, in my 40 years of church, felt God's people come together with such love and compassion. I know it has happened and I know it does happen, but it hadn't happened to me. Sadly, I had never been involved in it happening either...or perhaps I just didn't know. And so, I want to make sure that you know. Every prayer and every breath. Every scripture and every FaceBook encouragement. Every. Single. One. You, the Body of Christ, with him as the head directing your prayers, have held me together. Without you I would fail. God has called you to our side to support me and build me up. Thank you, every joint.
We are not done. Double your prayers and be on your knees as God asks. Jesus is good and his path is being made straight. His steadfast love endures forever.
PS. I say this in first person because I am the one writing. These are my feelings and vulnerability that I don't want to impose on Jason. But never for a minute think that Jason is less thankful than I.
Monday, November 20, 2017
Friday, November 17, 2017
Song in my Soul
Yesterday I had the opportunity to visit the orphanage that our kids have known as their home and their family. As we all know, there are certain experiences and exchanges that are impossible to display in words, they are as a song meant as much to be understood in vocal lyrics as in the thrumming of the soul. This orphanage dances literally and figuratively to a song of love, joy, and gentleness. But the dance slows upon the recognition of sorrow, loss, and fraying hopes. Unfortunately, this blog will mostly be description that cuts the heart out of the song.
All compounds of any sort, hotels, and nicer houses are all walled (a remnant of war becoming a staple of expected culture), so I arrived to a bland wall and a locked gate printed in the simple title of Americans for African Adoptions. The car honked and cheers went up inside the gate...the director was arriving! The presence of a white lady as well as the understood mother of some of their own, caused quiet apprehension among the young kids and the special needs kids who weren't at school. And then, little Sarah, probably 1.5 years, opened up her arms to be picked up. As she happily took claim to my lap and defended her territory, the rest gathered around to touch my hair, get their picture taken, and to touch my soft arms. Emmanuel wheeled his chair over to me and started the chorus of "take my picture" that resonated throughout the rest of the day from one tenor of voice to another.
Oretha (the lovely director and my case worker in a sense) took me and little Sarah who wouldn't budge from my hip, on a tour of the relatively small compound that holds 35 kids.
Not pictured is a common room for the kids to be in that holds meager books and bathrooms with usable toilets but not running water. I didn't try it out but I assumed the put a bucket of water down the toilet to "flush" it. I would say that the inside of the compound is about the size of an American house. The outside space is nice and there are two large porch-like areas for eating and laundry.
Seven of the children get physical therapy three times a week. All seven kids, and three adults piled into a Toyota van that seats only seven and travelled down dirt roads headed to the office. Most of the kids could not sit on their own and were propped up against one another. One beautiful girl needed to be held by an adult.
Being somewhat familiar with physical therapy, I was pleased to see so much being done for the kids: occupational therapy, speech therapy, physical therapy. They allowed me in to take pictures of the kids despite the posting saying that for privacy no pictures or visitors are allowed. I was careful only to take pictures of the kids from the orphanage. Those kids were strong in their weakness and brave in the face of their obvious pain. The rooms had no air-conditioning and with the many bodies quickly heated up and then the crying began. Oretha and I left to the outside to spare ourselves the pain of their cries as the therapists did what was necessary to keep those precious little bodies flexible and functional. Oretha explained to me that the doctor told her on the first day not to stay inside that it would be too hard to hear the cries. She also explained that the government brought these special needs kids to the orphanage and then provided nothing for them. All the physical therapy is done because Oretha knows it is necessary and carves it out of her meager budget.
After two hours of therapy we returned to drop off the physical therapy patients and then to go get the kids from Effort Baptist Church School. 17 kids and two adults piled into the van. Yes, 17, and it actually moved. Luckily it was only a few blocks away...in fact, the kids collectively counted to 117 and that is how long it took to get back to the orphanage.
They quietly piled out, went automatically to their rooms, changed out of their uniform, washed their hands, said a prayer, and sat down to potato greens and rice without a word. They ate quietly stealing looks at me maybe to see my soft white arms or maybe to see if I would eat all my food. They quietly put their food away then returned to move the chairs from the table. At this point, I was worried that this was a strict orphanage that allowed no personality or freedom.
The kids eagerly went to the playground and I went with them. They quietly took up familiar posts and played meekly with each other. A young girl named Francis decided that I was hers and she let me hold her quietly. Then...a chicken got lose and their pet dog Rex chased it frantically around the playground. The children erupted into laughter broking the tension and the real music of the orphanage began.
Hold me. Play with me. Push me on the swing. Lift me up to the bars. Take a picture of me. Can I touch your hair. Handclap with me..."double, double, this this." And punctuated through it all...Mom, watch me.
A blur of faces and hands moving here and there. With steady Francis refusing to be deposed. My own kids old enough to want to play with their friends but still want my attention. They made faces and posed and called for me to watch.
We had been told that our girl Gifty loves to dance and she does, oh, does she move! But, they all love to dance and dance. In both an effort to show off and in obviously practiced repetition they began a collective dance routine where they chanted in a circle and called out each kid to dance in the middle. Oh! Their joy! My joy!
They all wanted their picture taken and faced in my direction so that I could capture them as they feel inside. (I'm hoping to put pictures here but because these are not my children I cannot do so without permission I have not yet been granted. So check back later to see if I got permission because it is beautiful and brings meaning to what I've been saying.)
They played like this for on an hour when Oretha called me to sit and rest. The kids disbanded to play alone some more while Francis continued to regale me with her dance and song while Mardea sat on one of my legs and played "double, double" hand clapping and Ophelia on the other leg just wanting to be near but now and then hand clapping too. Finally, as my time to leave was approaching, the tune turned to sadness and Oretha explained that the children felt the pain of seeing their friends finding a family and them not having their own. Their hope fraying.
Francis had started to call me mommy and wanted to leave in the van with me. She insisted that I hold both her and Ophelia and just repeatedly said she would come home with me. How do you tell a four year old no I'm not your mommy? How do you tell a four year old she doesn't have a family yet? How do you tell a four year old you have to leave her? How do you tell a four year old that you don't know what will happen to her? How DO you leave?
And when I do leave, Francis hid in the back room and Ophelia cried. And my children, my three, have the hope of today and they repeatedly verified that they would see me for the weekend.
And when I do leave, my determination is renewed that I will not give up and I will not be discouraged and I will wait as long as it takes. They deserve it.
And when I do leave, I hold my tears until I am alone and then I cry for the children.
And when I leave this whole country, I will always have that song in my soul for this orphanage and this country who is singing a song of lament and a song of joy.
All compounds of any sort, hotels, and nicer houses are all walled (a remnant of war becoming a staple of expected culture), so I arrived to a bland wall and a locked gate printed in the simple title of Americans for African Adoptions. The car honked and cheers went up inside the gate...the director was arriving! The presence of a white lady as well as the understood mother of some of their own, caused quiet apprehension among the young kids and the special needs kids who weren't at school. And then, little Sarah, probably 1.5 years, opened up her arms to be picked up. As she happily took claim to my lap and defended her territory, the rest gathered around to touch my hair, get their picture taken, and to touch my soft arms. Emmanuel wheeled his chair over to me and started the chorus of "take my picture" that resonated throughout the rest of the day from one tenor of voice to another.
Oretha (the lovely director and my case worker in a sense) took me and little Sarah who wouldn't budge from my hip, on a tour of the relatively small compound that holds 35 kids.
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| The Kitchen is used for storage of cooking items. Actual cooking is done outside over coal. The sink there has no running water in it. There is a freezer that you cannot see that is run by the solar panels installed by Psalm82:3 Mission team last year. |
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| Their playground is quite nice, actually. The ground is sand and the equipment is in nice condition. Clearly loved and used by all. |
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| The blue is the gate to come into the compound and there is really enough room here to park one car between the gate and the building. It looks bigger in the picture than it is. The black tank is their water system and the pump is their only water source. The kids and adults use buckets to collect the water to pour over their hands and feet. |
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| I included this picture because this sink does not have running water in it and is misleading. The large bucket there is filled with water that someone pours over your hands into the bathtub while you wash. |
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| This is the boys dormitory. The kids all sleep in bunk beds just like this one. A thin mattress with a fitted sheet. No pillows, no sheets. Note that their only personal belongings are in that small pile at the head of the bed. Then the mosquito net obviously comes down. There is no a/c and it gets hot and stuffy. I didn't get a picture of the girls |
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| A pretty self explanatory picture. I'm not sure how they get the laundry dry when it keeps raining outside. But, the children wore three pairs of clothes the day I was there and most of them were clean and in excellent condition. They wore their school uniform, changed into play clothes, played even while it rained until they were wet and filthy, and then into a dry set for the evening. |
Seven of the children get physical therapy three times a week. All seven kids, and three adults piled into a Toyota van that seats only seven and travelled down dirt roads headed to the office. Most of the kids could not sit on their own and were propped up against one another. One beautiful girl needed to be held by an adult.
Being somewhat familiar with physical therapy, I was pleased to see so much being done for the kids: occupational therapy, speech therapy, physical therapy. They allowed me in to take pictures of the kids despite the posting saying that for privacy no pictures or visitors are allowed. I was careful only to take pictures of the kids from the orphanage. Those kids were strong in their weakness and brave in the face of their obvious pain. The rooms had no air-conditioning and with the many bodies quickly heated up and then the crying began. Oretha and I left to the outside to spare ourselves the pain of their cries as the therapists did what was necessary to keep those precious little bodies flexible and functional. Oretha explained to me that the doctor told her on the first day not to stay inside that it would be too hard to hear the cries. She also explained that the government brought these special needs kids to the orphanage and then provided nothing for them. All the physical therapy is done because Oretha knows it is necessary and carves it out of her meager budget.
After two hours of therapy we returned to drop off the physical therapy patients and then to go get the kids from Effort Baptist Church School. 17 kids and two adults piled into the van. Yes, 17, and it actually moved. Luckily it was only a few blocks away...in fact, the kids collectively counted to 117 and that is how long it took to get back to the orphanage.
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| I didn't get to go into the school building but here it is attached to the main church. Effort Baptist. School in Liberia is not free but is cheap by American Standards. If I remember right it was $350 a student for the year. But that is a high sum for most working class Liberians. There are no sports and activities here. |
They quietly piled out, went automatically to their rooms, changed out of their uniform, washed their hands, said a prayer, and sat down to potato greens and rice without a word. They ate quietly stealing looks at me maybe to see my soft white arms or maybe to see if I would eat all my food. They quietly put their food away then returned to move the chairs from the table. At this point, I was worried that this was a strict orphanage that allowed no personality or freedom.
The kids eagerly went to the playground and I went with them. They quietly took up familiar posts and played meekly with each other. A young girl named Francis decided that I was hers and she let me hold her quietly. Then...a chicken got lose and their pet dog Rex chased it frantically around the playground. The children erupted into laughter broking the tension and the real music of the orphanage began.
Hold me. Play with me. Push me on the swing. Lift me up to the bars. Take a picture of me. Can I touch your hair. Handclap with me..."double, double, this this." And punctuated through it all...Mom, watch me.
A blur of faces and hands moving here and there. With steady Francis refusing to be deposed. My own kids old enough to want to play with their friends but still want my attention. They made faces and posed and called for me to watch.
We had been told that our girl Gifty loves to dance and she does, oh, does she move! But, they all love to dance and dance. In both an effort to show off and in obviously practiced repetition they began a collective dance routine where they chanted in a circle and called out each kid to dance in the middle. Oh! Their joy! My joy!
They all wanted their picture taken and faced in my direction so that I could capture them as they feel inside. (I'm hoping to put pictures here but because these are not my children I cannot do so without permission I have not yet been granted. So check back later to see if I got permission because it is beautiful and brings meaning to what I've been saying.)
They played like this for on an hour when Oretha called me to sit and rest. The kids disbanded to play alone some more while Francis continued to regale me with her dance and song while Mardea sat on one of my legs and played "double, double" hand clapping and Ophelia on the other leg just wanting to be near but now and then hand clapping too. Finally, as my time to leave was approaching, the tune turned to sadness and Oretha explained that the children felt the pain of seeing their friends finding a family and them not having their own. Their hope fraying.
Francis had started to call me mommy and wanted to leave in the van with me. She insisted that I hold both her and Ophelia and just repeatedly said she would come home with me. How do you tell a four year old no I'm not your mommy? How do you tell a four year old she doesn't have a family yet? How do you tell a four year old you have to leave her? How do you tell a four year old that you don't know what will happen to her? How DO you leave?
And when I do leave, Francis hid in the back room and Ophelia cried. And my children, my three, have the hope of today and they repeatedly verified that they would see me for the weekend.
And when I do leave, my determination is renewed that I will not give up and I will not be discouraged and I will wait as long as it takes. They deserve it.
And when I do leave, I hold my tears until I am alone and then I cry for the children.
And when I leave this whole country, I will always have that song in my soul for this orphanage and this country who is singing a song of lament and a song of joy.
Monday, November 13, 2017
Arrival in Africa
My flights and arrival went smoothly but exhausting. For those airplane nerds among us I flew on two Airbus 330 (Delta and KLM). Despite my hope that the seats would be a little more comfortable to sleep in, I was disappointed and got little sleep on the planes. But I did get to enjoy as many movies as you can pack into 36 hours of travel. Every flight was on time and one flight actually left an hour early because everyone was present; I hope. Customs was quick chaotic then the ride to the guest house was uneventful even if slightly frightening.
My first impression of Africa is how dark it is. Flying into two African cities (first Freetown, Sierra Leon then Monrovia, Liberia) the only lights you could see were at the airport itself. The drive to the guest house proved that as well. The only lights came from cars and an occasional club scene where the lights were consistently blue and red. I was surprised this afternoon to find out how many huge building I passed last night without being able to see them.
There are few traffic laws here. So far I've only seen one traffic signal. Every one just slightly slows down near the intersections and then whoever can edge in first from whichever direction goes...usually at once around everyone else...driving on the wrong side if necessary. Lots and lots of motorcycles with multiple people on them. There are plenty of cars too, just double or triple the motorcycles and plenty of rickshaws (don't know the local name for them.) Plus, there are no sidewalks and the majority of people seem to be on foot-ladies with baskets on their heads, men peddling random wares: pillows, dust brooms, plastic buckets. On the bright side, they do drive on the correct side of the street and the roads are in good condition as far as I have seen.
My guest house is nice. There is air conditioning in each room that keeps the humidity from being overwhelming and I have a private bath as well as a huge closet. The people are very friendly and many of the guest are staying for several weeks like I am. One couple is here from Boston (she is a native Liberian) working at a Christian school that they started and they made me a traditional Liberian dinner of fish (head and tail included), chicken, rice, okra, and some kind of deliciously spicy paste. Additionally, there is a sweet preschool here that I was surprised to see was equally mixed with several different skin colors. The kids were a-dor-a-ble doing art projects, having music lessons, and eating snacks. Addison and Shiloh would have loved it.
Today I spent the day resting and tomorrow I meet the kids!
The plan is that the kids will come to my guest house late morning and spend lunch with me. At 2, our social worker is picking us up to take us to the lawyers office for the adoption decree. Then I can post some public pictures of the kids and me!
My first impression of Africa is how dark it is. Flying into two African cities (first Freetown, Sierra Leon then Monrovia, Liberia) the only lights you could see were at the airport itself. The drive to the guest house proved that as well. The only lights came from cars and an occasional club scene where the lights were consistently blue and red. I was surprised this afternoon to find out how many huge building I passed last night without being able to see them.
There are few traffic laws here. So far I've only seen one traffic signal. Every one just slightly slows down near the intersections and then whoever can edge in first from whichever direction goes...usually at once around everyone else...driving on the wrong side if necessary. Lots and lots of motorcycles with multiple people on them. There are plenty of cars too, just double or triple the motorcycles and plenty of rickshaws (don't know the local name for them.) Plus, there are no sidewalks and the majority of people seem to be on foot-ladies with baskets on their heads, men peddling random wares: pillows, dust brooms, plastic buckets. On the bright side, they do drive on the correct side of the street and the roads are in good condition as far as I have seen.
My guest house is nice. There is air conditioning in each room that keeps the humidity from being overwhelming and I have a private bath as well as a huge closet. The people are very friendly and many of the guest are staying for several weeks like I am. One couple is here from Boston (she is a native Liberian) working at a Christian school that they started and they made me a traditional Liberian dinner of fish (head and tail included), chicken, rice, okra, and some kind of deliciously spicy paste. Additionally, there is a sweet preschool here that I was surprised to see was equally mixed with several different skin colors. The kids were a-dor-a-ble doing art projects, having music lessons, and eating snacks. Addison and Shiloh would have loved it.
Today I spent the day resting and tomorrow I meet the kids!
The plan is that the kids will come to my guest house late morning and spend lunch with me. At 2, our social worker is picking us up to take us to the lawyers office for the adoption decree. Then I can post some public pictures of the kids and me!
Monday, November 6, 2017
Adoption Blog Begins Again
I am going to try and commit to writing an adoption blog as I travel through this new experience. We would appreciate your prayers as you read through the blogs and your patience as I don't know how often or how complete they will be. Because we believe in the great work of our Lord, please share our story with others so that they may see His glory worked out in our actions. Let us start now in this journey.
Being naturally shy and not naturally inclined to share my pain, I ask for extra patience in writing as I hope to be vulnerable but also responsible. Nevertheless, here I am, weary and frustrated as I begin getting ready for this trip to Liberia again. Honestly, this time around is easier. Easier because I already did the hard work and stress for our last thwarted attempt. Now I will just pick up my bags and go. But, now that I have less "busy" details to keep me occupied I have more time for fear of what I cannot control. I've put my nose to the grindstone and, to mix my metaphors, crossed my t's and dotted my i's. These things have kept me hyper focused on my part; "I'm holding up the end of my bargain, God." Now those things are done. What do I do now but wait and worry and worry and worry.
And worry I have done all night long for the last four weeks. What do I say when I get there? How do I interact with kids I don't know? What is my responsibility? How do I convince government officials of a different country to be timely? Am I culturally prepared? Will my girls at home be ok? Am I safe? Do I have enough money? Why am I going alone? What do I tell people when they ask...? What do I do while I'm waiting? How much time do I get to spend with the kids? How do I get from place to place? Am I taking the right clothing? What if the clothes I'm taking for the kids don't fit?
What a powerful name it is.
The name of Jesus.
Until I started this journey, which is completely out of my comfort zone and cannot in any way be accomplished by a task-checker like me, I only understood that emotionally. Now, I have to put all of my being into that statement. I have to breathe in at night in the midst of my tossing anxiety that it is the name of Jesus that is in control. Wise mother that I have, told me many months ago that God loves these children more than I do- that I can stop trying to be God in their lives. My box checking opportunities are over (like it or not). Now, I release my need to save and be God and remember that Jesus has power. Jesus will bring me home to my girls. Jesus will work in the hearts of the government officials. Jesus will help my family bond. Jesus.
Join us as we step back and see what the name of Jesus will do. I have no guesses. Let's go find out!
Being naturally shy and not naturally inclined to share my pain, I ask for extra patience in writing as I hope to be vulnerable but also responsible. Nevertheless, here I am, weary and frustrated as I begin getting ready for this trip to Liberia again. Honestly, this time around is easier. Easier because I already did the hard work and stress for our last thwarted attempt. Now I will just pick up my bags and go. But, now that I have less "busy" details to keep me occupied I have more time for fear of what I cannot control. I've put my nose to the grindstone and, to mix my metaphors, crossed my t's and dotted my i's. These things have kept me hyper focused on my part; "I'm holding up the end of my bargain, God." Now those things are done. What do I do now but wait and worry and worry and worry.
And worry I have done all night long for the last four weeks. What do I say when I get there? How do I interact with kids I don't know? What is my responsibility? How do I convince government officials of a different country to be timely? Am I culturally prepared? Will my girls at home be ok? Am I safe? Do I have enough money? Why am I going alone? What do I tell people when they ask...? What do I do while I'm waiting? How much time do I get to spend with the kids? How do I get from place to place? Am I taking the right clothing? What if the clothes I'm taking for the kids don't fit?
What a powerful name it is.
The name of Jesus.
Until I started this journey, which is completely out of my comfort zone and cannot in any way be accomplished by a task-checker like me, I only understood that emotionally. Now, I have to put all of my being into that statement. I have to breathe in at night in the midst of my tossing anxiety that it is the name of Jesus that is in control. Wise mother that I have, told me many months ago that God loves these children more than I do- that I can stop trying to be God in their lives. My box checking opportunities are over (like it or not). Now, I release my need to save and be God and remember that Jesus has power. Jesus will bring me home to my girls. Jesus will work in the hearts of the government officials. Jesus will help my family bond. Jesus.
Join us as we step back and see what the name of Jesus will do. I have no guesses. Let's go find out!
Sunday, November 5, 2017
Liberian Adoption Nuts and Bolts
I am hopeful that we can use this blog to keep our friends, family, and people who love adoption updated about our goings on in the next month or two in particular. But, we know that many people only have a limited picture of what has been going on. So, here are the nuts and bolts, the concerns, and hopes! It's a long blog...
Why adopt again and why Liberia?
We have been incredibly blessed by adoption. When Addison turned one we wanted to start the adoption process again to grow our family. We applied again and were chosen for a little girl to be born in a couple of weeks. The birth mother backed out of the deal with only two weeks before the due date because she could get cash by giving her child to a family in Arizona. We were heartbroken but soldiered on. We also lost another pregnancy shortly afterward. Then, we lost a second potential adoption opportunity for a similar reason. Adoption is a vicious rollercoaster ride. Finally, we got pregnancy with Shiloh. During our pregnancy with Shiloh we never let go of our desire to adopt and thought we would like to continue the adoption process that we had started. But, our agency was not getting many babies and those they were getting were not being matched to us. Then we had yet another miscarriage after Shiloh's birth. So, we started praying about the foreign arena. We knew that we couldn't get a baby but we did think we would be able to get a young child (under 2) and planned to keep the birth order of our kids. When we approached our adoption agency, they recommended China or Liberia. They have a special connection with an orphanage in Liberia that all kids in that orphanage are adopted out of our agency. Why not, we thought? They warned us that no babies were available in the orphanage at the time because adoptions out of Liberia had been closed for seven years. All the "babies" in the orphanage were now older kids. But, she said, when the kids started to get adopted out, it would make room for babies to start coming in. We thought that sounded ok. Then, God sent us a twist. The adoption agency sent us a list of the waiting kids. Jason, specifically, fell in love with a family of three and the rest is about to be history.
You know they sell their kids in African countries when they really have families.
It hurts me to bring up this statement but it has come up several times. And, yes, there are places in Africa were this is true-most recently this has made news in Ethiopia. But, Africa is a continent not a country and each country is different culturally, legally, and spiritually. We have very detailed histories of our children, legal documents including birth certificates and interviews with the kids biological mother. Our kids have not been and are not being stripped of their family and NO MONEY has been given to their family members or any one else to make them available for adoption. I want to tread carefully here...adoption stories belong to the children themselves. They have the right to share and not share parts of their story. Some family members and intimate friends know their details, but otherwise, these kids are old enough that we feel the need to protect their privacy and needs until they are ready to share them themselves. Here is the very basic; the father is not present and the mother is disabled, older, has several other children and is in extreme poverty. If it were not for the orphanage they would have died of starvation. They have been in the orphanage for several years.
Who are they?
The oldest girls is named Gifty-she is 11. We have been told that she was 10 but just received her birth certificate and it claims she is 11. The orphanage disagrees so who knows. She loves to dance. We know that she has a large umbilical hernia that is going to need medical examination.
The boy is named Kai-he is 8. He loves to play soccer and has been called the quiet protector of the family. He is healthy and we do not anticipate any medical issues.
The younger girl is Kumba- she is 7. She is quiet but enjoys playing and memorizing Bible verses. Many of her pictures show a spunky, playful personality. She is healthy and we do not anticipate any medical issues.
Sorry, no public pictures until the adoption is completed in Liberia. (Hopefully next week. You can pray for the court date to be mid-week next week!!!) I know this is basic but we don't know a lot. We have been in touch with them in a limited fashion via an adult worker at the orphanage who loves Facebook. Nope, we haven't met them.
How can you afford adoption?
We can't.
God can. God did. God is.
And our family, friends, churches, and grants have helped out! This has been one of the verifications to us that this is God's plan. We have a lot left to go and we trust God with that too. The adoption itself is paid for as are my and the kid's plane tickets and court costs. Here is what we have to still pay for just as a picture of what it takes to adopt: The kid's medical exams in Liberia and back home in the US, the kids visas, some of my travel vaccines, Jason's plane ticket, some of the housing, transportation, the time of the social worker in country, the post-adoption visits, and some adoption filing fees once the kids are back in the US.
You can also contact your congressmen about the tax reform. It eliminates the adoption tax credit used to finance the majority of American adoptions.
What are the travel plans?
I (Anna) am leaving on Saturday (November 11th) and arriving in Liberia at 10:50pm (Liberian time) on Sunday the 12th. I will be there for three weeks before Jason arrives for the last week. Only one parent is required to be present. Jason needs to stay home to keep our two girls somewhat normalized and, of course, to work. While there, the adoption is actually the very first thing that happens. Within the first couple of days, I will go to court. The rest of the time is spent getting the necessary documents to leave the country- new birth certificates with us as parents, new passports with their new names, medical exams, visas, and an exit letter from the country. Apparently it is a lot of waiting in an office and the coming back later and waiting in the office some more. The country appears to be changing their adoption laws constantly and one of the major concerns is the length of time we are required to stay in the country with the kids before leaving. Please pray that this can get done in LESS THAN FOUR WEEKS.
I am staying in a small "hotel" that is owned by an American woman and is often used for traveling US citizens. It has all the amenities we would expect here..wifi, private bath, personal kitchen, a/c, security, shuttle, etc... The kids are in a private Christian school and since we will be there for a month, the kids will stay at the orphanage during the week so that they can attend school. The kids will stay with me on the weekends!
Why did your travel plans change?
We were originally supposed to travel in October and be home today with the kids! But, the country of Liberia has a young democracy and has only had one democratically elected president. She has reached her term limit and the first democratically voted transfer of power is occurring. The "primary" election was in October and the US Embassy put a lot of pressure on the adoption agency to cancel our trip to avoid any potential chaos and violence. They cancelled our trip literally 18 hours before my flight. There was no violence and only minor hitches in the elections. Their official run-off elections are THIS TUESDAY. Please pray that it goes well because if we can't go now, we can't go until next year.
Who is taking care of Addi and Shiloh?
Jason's parents will be here to watch them during the day. They are traveling up from Albuquerque. We are sooooooo thankful. A few friends are helping out here and there to fill in some gaps. You guys are amazing. If you are in the area, we wouldn't mind some extra help...just let Jason know.
Schooling and other daily stuff once in the USA
We have had a variety of questions about some of the logistics. Plans always change but as of now...
...the kids will attend public school. Unsure of the grades exactly
...the kids speak English (as does the whole country of Liberia)
...except for Shiloh, the kids have one large rom to sleep in with plenty of beds. Kai may be moved out once he feels secure sleeping in a room own room for the first time ever.
...we invested in a gigantic Ford Expedition to carry our big family. They will all fit with space for one more if you want to join us.
How can we stay in touch?
I'm hoping to use this blog as one way. I'm also on Facebook. While I'm there I will be connecting with family via FaceTime and WhatsApp for texting. Ask Jason, too. I know he would love to tell you about our journey while he is still home.
Prayer Needs
That we can bond quickly as a family, for Addi and Shiloh as they adjust to being in a bigger family and have to share their parents and space, for cultural adjustments for the kids, quick process in Liberia, financial provisions for now and to outfit the kids
Why adopt again and why Liberia?
We have been incredibly blessed by adoption. When Addison turned one we wanted to start the adoption process again to grow our family. We applied again and were chosen for a little girl to be born in a couple of weeks. The birth mother backed out of the deal with only two weeks before the due date because she could get cash by giving her child to a family in Arizona. We were heartbroken but soldiered on. We also lost another pregnancy shortly afterward. Then, we lost a second potential adoption opportunity for a similar reason. Adoption is a vicious rollercoaster ride. Finally, we got pregnancy with Shiloh. During our pregnancy with Shiloh we never let go of our desire to adopt and thought we would like to continue the adoption process that we had started. But, our agency was not getting many babies and those they were getting were not being matched to us. Then we had yet another miscarriage after Shiloh's birth. So, we started praying about the foreign arena. We knew that we couldn't get a baby but we did think we would be able to get a young child (under 2) and planned to keep the birth order of our kids. When we approached our adoption agency, they recommended China or Liberia. They have a special connection with an orphanage in Liberia that all kids in that orphanage are adopted out of our agency. Why not, we thought? They warned us that no babies were available in the orphanage at the time because adoptions out of Liberia had been closed for seven years. All the "babies" in the orphanage were now older kids. But, she said, when the kids started to get adopted out, it would make room for babies to start coming in. We thought that sounded ok. Then, God sent us a twist. The adoption agency sent us a list of the waiting kids. Jason, specifically, fell in love with a family of three and the rest is about to be history.
You know they sell their kids in African countries when they really have families.
It hurts me to bring up this statement but it has come up several times. And, yes, there are places in Africa were this is true-most recently this has made news in Ethiopia. But, Africa is a continent not a country and each country is different culturally, legally, and spiritually. We have very detailed histories of our children, legal documents including birth certificates and interviews with the kids biological mother. Our kids have not been and are not being stripped of their family and NO MONEY has been given to their family members or any one else to make them available for adoption. I want to tread carefully here...adoption stories belong to the children themselves. They have the right to share and not share parts of their story. Some family members and intimate friends know their details, but otherwise, these kids are old enough that we feel the need to protect their privacy and needs until they are ready to share them themselves. Here is the very basic; the father is not present and the mother is disabled, older, has several other children and is in extreme poverty. If it were not for the orphanage they would have died of starvation. They have been in the orphanage for several years.
Who are they?
The oldest girls is named Gifty-she is 11. We have been told that she was 10 but just received her birth certificate and it claims she is 11. The orphanage disagrees so who knows. She loves to dance. We know that she has a large umbilical hernia that is going to need medical examination.
The boy is named Kai-he is 8. He loves to play soccer and has been called the quiet protector of the family. He is healthy and we do not anticipate any medical issues.
The younger girl is Kumba- she is 7. She is quiet but enjoys playing and memorizing Bible verses. Many of her pictures show a spunky, playful personality. She is healthy and we do not anticipate any medical issues.
Sorry, no public pictures until the adoption is completed in Liberia. (Hopefully next week. You can pray for the court date to be mid-week next week!!!) I know this is basic but we don't know a lot. We have been in touch with them in a limited fashion via an adult worker at the orphanage who loves Facebook. Nope, we haven't met them.
How can you afford adoption?
We can't.
God can. God did. God is.
And our family, friends, churches, and grants have helped out! This has been one of the verifications to us that this is God's plan. We have a lot left to go and we trust God with that too. The adoption itself is paid for as are my and the kid's plane tickets and court costs. Here is what we have to still pay for just as a picture of what it takes to adopt: The kid's medical exams in Liberia and back home in the US, the kids visas, some of my travel vaccines, Jason's plane ticket, some of the housing, transportation, the time of the social worker in country, the post-adoption visits, and some adoption filing fees once the kids are back in the US.
You can also contact your congressmen about the tax reform. It eliminates the adoption tax credit used to finance the majority of American adoptions.
What are the travel plans?
I (Anna) am leaving on Saturday (November 11th) and arriving in Liberia at 10:50pm (Liberian time) on Sunday the 12th. I will be there for three weeks before Jason arrives for the last week. Only one parent is required to be present. Jason needs to stay home to keep our two girls somewhat normalized and, of course, to work. While there, the adoption is actually the very first thing that happens. Within the first couple of days, I will go to court. The rest of the time is spent getting the necessary documents to leave the country- new birth certificates with us as parents, new passports with their new names, medical exams, visas, and an exit letter from the country. Apparently it is a lot of waiting in an office and the coming back later and waiting in the office some more. The country appears to be changing their adoption laws constantly and one of the major concerns is the length of time we are required to stay in the country with the kids before leaving. Please pray that this can get done in LESS THAN FOUR WEEKS.
I am staying in a small "hotel" that is owned by an American woman and is often used for traveling US citizens. It has all the amenities we would expect here..wifi, private bath, personal kitchen, a/c, security, shuttle, etc... The kids are in a private Christian school and since we will be there for a month, the kids will stay at the orphanage during the week so that they can attend school. The kids will stay with me on the weekends!
Why did your travel plans change?
We were originally supposed to travel in October and be home today with the kids! But, the country of Liberia has a young democracy and has only had one democratically elected president. She has reached her term limit and the first democratically voted transfer of power is occurring. The "primary" election was in October and the US Embassy put a lot of pressure on the adoption agency to cancel our trip to avoid any potential chaos and violence. They cancelled our trip literally 18 hours before my flight. There was no violence and only minor hitches in the elections. Their official run-off elections are THIS TUESDAY. Please pray that it goes well because if we can't go now, we can't go until next year.
Who is taking care of Addi and Shiloh?
Jason's parents will be here to watch them during the day. They are traveling up from Albuquerque. We are sooooooo thankful. A few friends are helping out here and there to fill in some gaps. You guys are amazing. If you are in the area, we wouldn't mind some extra help...just let Jason know.
Schooling and other daily stuff once in the USA
We have had a variety of questions about some of the logistics. Plans always change but as of now...
...the kids will attend public school. Unsure of the grades exactly
...the kids speak English (as does the whole country of Liberia)
...except for Shiloh, the kids have one large rom to sleep in with plenty of beds. Kai may be moved out once he feels secure sleeping in a room own room for the first time ever.
...we invested in a gigantic Ford Expedition to carry our big family. They will all fit with space for one more if you want to join us.
How can we stay in touch?
I'm hoping to use this blog as one way. I'm also on Facebook. While I'm there I will be connecting with family via FaceTime and WhatsApp for texting. Ask Jason, too. I know he would love to tell you about our journey while he is still home.
Prayer Needs
That we can bond quickly as a family, for Addi and Shiloh as they adjust to being in a bigger family and have to share their parents and space, for cultural adjustments for the kids, quick process in Liberia, financial provisions for now and to outfit the kids
Monday, December 5, 2016
Christ is Christmas for Kids
Last year I struggled to make Christmas anything but Santa. I really wanted to balance out Santa with Jesus. I looked at blogs, pinterest, etc, but really all I needed was a bit of time to think about the things that we already do and why. It was quite simple but required my own education. I had vague ideas about why we do candy canes and wreathes but it took time to gather the info and time I didn't have. So hopefully the links and ideas will be helpful to others like me. Truthfully, I wasn't thinking about Jesus enough myself. When I refocused MY thinking then it was/is much easier for me to refocus the kids.
1. When we put up the Christmas tree, I have Addison decorate and design a star from construction paper. As she does so, we discuss the wise men and how they followed the star. They followed the star in hopes of worshiping the newborn king. Spend some time talking about what is amazing and worthy of worship about Jesus. More than one craft age kid then just put the stars on their doors instead of the tree. I love this site and will reference it more than once. http://www.whychristmas.com/customs/star-of-bethlehem.shtml
2. Who doesn't love candy canes? While myths around the candy cane representing Jesus seems to be unfounded, the idea is still a good one. Run with it and enjoy a candy cane with the kids as desert. Or have them write a note with a candy cane to give to someone at school who needs a bit of sweetness in their day.
3. Repurpose that Christmas Elf for good. Instead of causing mischief, have him encourage the kids, be caught doing something good, giving ideas of how to help others. Personally, I don't have time for the Elf.
4. An easy one. Watch the Charlie Brown Christmas Movie. Discuss, of course.
5. Start an advent calendar-just make sure it was based on Jesus. Advent means the arrival of an important person. Be sure to ask questions about waiting: Who are we waiting for? Why is he important? Who was waiting for him when he was born? What are we waiting for now that Jesus is in heaven? Why is it so hard to wait? What do we do when we don't think what we are waiting for will happen? etc.
6. A popular one, of course, is to help some one in need and emphasize Jesus command to love your neighbor as yourself. Ideas here are endless and I'm sure you have plenty of opportunities facing you every day but the trick is to make sure your children are in on it...don't just write a check.
7. Have girls? This one might be particularly fun for them, but remember that Mary was getting ready for her baby. Spend some time playing baby doll and talk about what things Mary might want to do to get ready.
8. Play act a nativity scene. Or go to my favorite site and color and cut one out: http://www.whychristmas.com/fun/nativity-coloring.shtml
9. I still love Santa! So let's go visit him. Pair the visit with one of the following books:
-A Special Place for Santa
-Santa's Birthday Gift (out of stock on Amazon right now)
-Santa and The Christ Child
10. More Santa. He is a Saint after all. Tell his history and be inspired by his devotion to God and his people: http://www.stnicholascenter.org/pages/who-is-st-nicholas/
11. A fun one I remember as a kid. We made our table cloth out of butcher paper and decorated it. Have the kids write, draw, or stamp all the things that they associate with Christmas.
12. Color pictures of the Magi and their three gifts. What presents would they give to Jesus? Why would they give it?
13. Watch Island of the Misfit Toys. Read this blog post: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/formerlyfundie/misfit-toys/
Then work with your children to identify the "misfits" that Jesus chose to be part of his family. How is Jesus himself a misfit?
14. This one takes planning...Jesus was born in a manger but most kids have no clue what that means. Visit a ranch to get an idea of the conditions Jesus was born in.
15. Have the kids read their favorite Christmas book and ask them to connect it to Jesus. How does it demonstrate his goodness, his hope, etc...?
16. Another easy one. Read from the Bible the Christmas story from Luke 2.
17. Make some salt dough crafts in the shapes of crosses, wreathes, stars, candy canes, angels, etc...
18. Shopping for Christmas at the mall or shopping center. Have the kids do a scavenger hunt (use their smart phones for older kids) or for younger ones just point out religious items with eager awe! The kids with the most connections to Jesus (they can be creative) can earn a surprise or just bragging rights.
19. Christmas caroling. Not really going to do this outside with people hearing my voice, but I sure can do it inside with hot cocoa and silly girls.
20. Go on a nature walk. A couple ways to connect this: Mary and Joseph's walk to Bethlehem, the Magi's journey,
21. Star gazing! You can connect to this to the Magi or to the shepherds herding their sheep by night.
22. Make your own wreath or hang one.
23. Focus on the word Christmas. What does the word mean? Then do a fun craft. Cut out each letter of the word big enough for your kids to write several words or draw pictures inside. In each letter have them write a word or draw a picture that reveals part of Jesus character or love that starts with that letter. C-christ, crucified, caring, comforter etc..., H-holy, happy, helpful, etc. You can do one letter a day or all at once. You could also hang up a letter every time your child demonstrates the character of Christ in that letter then give them a special Christmas related treat when the whole word is spelled.
24. Make/Order a birthday cake for Jesus. Sometime on Christmas day sing him a song and blow out the candles. Imagine what his birthday may have been like. We also like to sing and dance to King and Country's version of "Little Drummer Boy."
Post more of your own so that I can join in.
1. When we put up the Christmas tree, I have Addison decorate and design a star from construction paper. As she does so, we discuss the wise men and how they followed the star. They followed the star in hopes of worshiping the newborn king. Spend some time talking about what is amazing and worthy of worship about Jesus. More than one craft age kid then just put the stars on their doors instead of the tree. I love this site and will reference it more than once. http://www.whychristmas.com/customs/star-of-bethlehem.shtml
2. Who doesn't love candy canes? While myths around the candy cane representing Jesus seems to be unfounded, the idea is still a good one. Run with it and enjoy a candy cane with the kids as desert. Or have them write a note with a candy cane to give to someone at school who needs a bit of sweetness in their day.
3. Repurpose that Christmas Elf for good. Instead of causing mischief, have him encourage the kids, be caught doing something good, giving ideas of how to help others. Personally, I don't have time for the Elf.
4. An easy one. Watch the Charlie Brown Christmas Movie. Discuss, of course.
5. Start an advent calendar-just make sure it was based on Jesus. Advent means the arrival of an important person. Be sure to ask questions about waiting: Who are we waiting for? Why is he important? Who was waiting for him when he was born? What are we waiting for now that Jesus is in heaven? Why is it so hard to wait? What do we do when we don't think what we are waiting for will happen? etc.
6. A popular one, of course, is to help some one in need and emphasize Jesus command to love your neighbor as yourself. Ideas here are endless and I'm sure you have plenty of opportunities facing you every day but the trick is to make sure your children are in on it...don't just write a check.
7. Have girls? This one might be particularly fun for them, but remember that Mary was getting ready for her baby. Spend some time playing baby doll and talk about what things Mary might want to do to get ready.
8. Play act a nativity scene. Or go to my favorite site and color and cut one out: http://www.whychristmas.com/fun/nativity-coloring.shtml
9. I still love Santa! So let's go visit him. Pair the visit with one of the following books:
-A Special Place for Santa
-Santa's Birthday Gift (out of stock on Amazon right now)
-Santa and The Christ Child
10. More Santa. He is a Saint after all. Tell his history and be inspired by his devotion to God and his people: http://www.stnicholascenter.org/pages/who-is-st-nicholas/
11. A fun one I remember as a kid. We made our table cloth out of butcher paper and decorated it. Have the kids write, draw, or stamp all the things that they associate with Christmas.
12. Color pictures of the Magi and their three gifts. What presents would they give to Jesus? Why would they give it?
13. Watch Island of the Misfit Toys. Read this blog post: http://www.patheos.com/blogs/formerlyfundie/misfit-toys/
Then work with your children to identify the "misfits" that Jesus chose to be part of his family. How is Jesus himself a misfit?
14. This one takes planning...Jesus was born in a manger but most kids have no clue what that means. Visit a ranch to get an idea of the conditions Jesus was born in.
15. Have the kids read their favorite Christmas book and ask them to connect it to Jesus. How does it demonstrate his goodness, his hope, etc...?
16. Another easy one. Read from the Bible the Christmas story from Luke 2.
17. Make some salt dough crafts in the shapes of crosses, wreathes, stars, candy canes, angels, etc...
18. Shopping for Christmas at the mall or shopping center. Have the kids do a scavenger hunt (use their smart phones for older kids) or for younger ones just point out religious items with eager awe! The kids with the most connections to Jesus (they can be creative) can earn a surprise or just bragging rights.
19. Christmas caroling. Not really going to do this outside with people hearing my voice, but I sure can do it inside with hot cocoa and silly girls.
20. Go on a nature walk. A couple ways to connect this: Mary and Joseph's walk to Bethlehem, the Magi's journey,
21. Star gazing! You can connect to this to the Magi or to the shepherds herding their sheep by night.
22. Make your own wreath or hang one.
23. Focus on the word Christmas. What does the word mean? Then do a fun craft. Cut out each letter of the word big enough for your kids to write several words or draw pictures inside. In each letter have them write a word or draw a picture that reveals part of Jesus character or love that starts with that letter. C-christ, crucified, caring, comforter etc..., H-holy, happy, helpful, etc. You can do one letter a day or all at once. You could also hang up a letter every time your child demonstrates the character of Christ in that letter then give them a special Christmas related treat when the whole word is spelled.
24. Make/Order a birthday cake for Jesus. Sometime on Christmas day sing him a song and blow out the candles. Imagine what his birthday may have been like. We also like to sing and dance to King and Country's version of "Little Drummer Boy."
Post more of your own so that I can join in.
Thursday, July 9, 2015
4th of July Photoblog
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| The 4th of July weekend started with a picnic in the Jemez. |
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| Our dare devil kept insisting that Daddy go further. |
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| "Please, let me go in all on my own!" |
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| July 4th itself started with a walk for Addi and I and a run for the other beautiful ladies in the picture. |
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So darn cute that we had to have an impromptu photo session. |
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| Great-grandpa gives great hugs! |
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| Ate like a big girl at the table but negotiated a serving of ice-cream if she ate her hot dog. |
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| Grandpa Dan from Kansas stopped by for love and snuggles. |
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| She was absolutely terrified of the fireworks but managed a couple of hesitant smiles at the sparklers as long as Daddy protected her. |
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| Fireworks may be out of the question but soccer is always on the docket. |
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| But, wrestling is her preferred sport especially if Nana will play! |
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| Jason dotes on his three girls! |
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| But the memory that has stuck with her the most has been her visit to Grandpa Dan's Semi Truck. |
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| What a better way to end a great weekend that a nap in the swing with Eeyore. |
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