Saturday, November 6, 2010

National Adoption Awareness November 2010

Adoption and the Image of The Cross

As God's children, we can look at the importance of adoption in our own redemption stories. This “vertical adoption” is how God chose to include you in His ever-growing family. As His image-bearers who are to reflect His work on this earth, this question begs to be asked, “What does God expect of us in this adoption paradigm?”

Obviously, not everyone is called to literally adopt children, yet what impact does our heavenly Father want to make in this looming crisis of unwanted, waiting and orphaned children locally and globally? The answer starts with the Cross. The vertical beam is in place. You're adopted as a child of the living God. Together, with arms outstretched, let's create an horizontal beam of adoption by being a conduit of Jesus' love to “the least of these.”

Let's look at ways we can start creating...

Tape a waiting child's picture to your dashboard and pray for the child every time your in the car. Photos of waiting kids can be found at
Subscribe to CARE's blog and get updates on prayer issues surrounding adoption and orphan care.
Look up verses about the fatherless and pray them aloud regularly.

Give sacrificially to a reputable orphan care ministry.
Give by collecting and sending school supplies to Kenya for orphaned children (information on this blog).
Consider visiting an orphanage or attending an adoptive parent training to see how you can encourage those on the front lines. Go to or
for more information.

Educate yourself and speak up about injustices such as human trafficking at or traffick911.
Become a support person for adoptive families.
Mobilize your family, Bible study or organization to help single moms and their children in your neighborhood or through international missions.

Whatever you do for the "least of these..." you're doing for Jesus.


November is National Adoption Month

"What are you thinking?"

“National Adoption Month? What's that? Not for me. I'm not adopting.
The global orphan crisis is way to big to even think about.
I'll find something easier to do.”

“National Adoption Month? I 'm willing to listen. I'd like to learn.
How can I help families who want to adopt?
God is bigger than the global orphan crisis.
God doesn't find “easier” things to do;
He equips us to bring solutions to hard problems.”

Throughout this month we'll help you both hear and see answers to the cries of the fatherless. We want to start conversations about how to

PRAY for orphans... Offer ENCOURAGEMENT
PROVIDE for their needs... MOBILIZE effective ministry
them from harm

God's calling us... challenging us to ask Him...

“How can I CARE?”

Monday, August 16, 2010



Our helpful volunteers, generous sponsors and committed runners helped CARE raise over $6,000 for orphan care locally and globally!
God hears the cries of the fatherless, and He shared who you are to answer their prayers!

Sunday, August 8, 2010


CARE's church contact in Kenya is stepping out in faith to start a Christian Primary School. In the midst of their struggle to survive, these believer's are raising funds to educate orphaned children. CARE wants to match those funds.

Why is this significant?
  • Education is necessary in alleviating poverty, disease, and orphan neglect.
  • Education as a ministry increases fruitful evangelism and effective discipleship.
  • The bible clearly states it is a believer's responsibility to care for orphans.

The Kenyan church is sacrificially giving to provide this opportunity for orphans. Can you help CARE match their funds by donating $10 and inviting your friends to do the same. Our goal is $2,000.

Thanks for CARE-ing!

Monday, July 12, 2010


As an inter-racial family we often hear the phrase "love is color-blind." I tend to not use that statement. I think "love color" is a more appropriate term. Noticing and acknowledging skin differences is not the problem. It's the unreasonable reactions to skin differences that cause ugly conflicts.

I have to notice my children's color for a variety of reasons: providing the right care for healthy skin, hair and nails; recognizing signs of illness, preventing brown-skin susceptible rashes; but mostly, being an example of admiring our diverse appearances.

Our son's beautiful mahogany skin stretches across his slender limbs, glistening in the sun while he shoots baskets. He grins and waves as I cheer him. He's beautiful, (although a 13 year old would totally blanch at being called "beautiful"). When Tavin was little, after his bath we'd douse his naked body with coconut oil; he'd streak through the house all shiny and slippery chocolate. His dad had a hard time catching him. And when he finally did, there was something precious about seeing this small dark body nestled into my husband's strong white arms. It was like a healing. Such violence and atrocities have been committed in the ugly name of racism that I warmed at the sight of tenderness between distinctive skin differences. I like seeing the color.

Our daughter's ebony arms and nimble hands love to paint. One day, Taleah sat on the kitchen floor with her watercolor project scattered around her. Completely disregarding my amateur artistic advice to rinse her brush between changing colors, she painted color over color over color until the page was almost black. "Hmmm..." she noticed aloud. Her shining eyes danced with amusement. Her dimpled cheeks accented a sly smile. "Mom, look. All the colors mixed together make me!"

We've experienced some pretty yucky stuff because of our family's color differences. Like the time Tavin got off the bus at school and was kicked to his knees by a disturbed child who kept yelling, "I hate black people! I hate black people!" Tavin was afraid to tell anyone what happen because he thought if he did, he might get shot like Martin Luther King.

Or the time Taleah was tormented by kids calling her, "Black face! Black face!" She (being an amazingly "out-of-the-box" thinker) simply told them they did not know beauty; then promptly marched into the principal's office to explain that what those kids were calling her was "illegal."

How do we teach our children to value who they are inside and outside? How do we instill a response to love color instead of passing judgments by color? Can we celebrate the variety of hues; gazing at them in wonder and admiration, knowing God's designs are not to be ignored but appreciated? My friend gave me this quote and it hangs on our fridge.

Choose your friends by their character. Choose your socks by their color. Choosing you socks by their character makes no sense at all. Choosing your friends by their color is unthinkable. (by anonymous )

Love is color-blind? I don't think so.
leave off the
is blind and just
love color!

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Because we CARE...

With 123.000 children in the USA available for adoption, 500,000 children in the USA in foster care, and 144,000,000 orphans globally, CARE seeks to find homes for these kiddos! That's why were investigating the possibility of opening a local Christian Child Placement Agency that removes the financial and perceptual barriers to adoption. Would you please pray with us as we fast, intercede, and network to follow God's plan to "place the fatherless in families..."

Funds & Training

Funds are still available for families who live in Colorado and have adopted through the child welfare/foster care system. Families could receive up to $500 per child (under 18) per year for special needs that are not covered by Promoting Safe and Stable Families (PSSF), Medicaid or Early Periodic Screening, Diagnosis, and Treatment (EPSDT). These needs could include therapy, evaluations, camp, respite care, orthodonics, parent training, tutoring, and more!

Mini-grants to AFP families are back! This s
upport is designed to help families with expenses related to the special needs of their children. Don’t miss out; apply now! We also offer stipends to adoptive parents to attend trainings related to parenting their children who were adopted.
To request eligibility information and an application, please contact Casi Preheim by email or at 303.755.4756, ext. 203.

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Lesson of the Fig Tree

"For every child of God overcomes the world: and the victorious principle which has overcome the world is our faith" 1 John 5:4

I hear God speaking lately. A lot. He's telling me not to give up. To live in faith. Nothing is impossible with Him. Actually, I hear these words whispered in my ear at the darkest times, during the hardest trials - when nothing, absolutely nothing points to victory.

The lesson of the fig tree shows me that Jesus has a plan, and it's not about my comfort, my convenience, nor my timetable.

One morning, the disciples and our Lord were on their way from Bethany to Jerusalem. Jesus saw a fig tree in the distance and being hungry, he went to see if it had figs. Scripture says it was NOT the season for figs; yet, when Jesus saw there was no figs to eat, He cursed the tree. The next day, when the disciples saw the tree withered at it's root, they exclaimed in wonder that the tree had died so quickly. Then, Jesus explained a lesson in faith.

When I read this story I wonder at the tree's lousy ending. Bummer! Jesus wanted figs, even when it was not the season for figs. Interestingly, that word "season" in the original language does not mean the convenience of seasons but the necessity of the task at hand whether the time provides a good, convenient opportunity or not. If Jesus is hungry and needs to eat it doesn't matter if it's "a good time." Fruit must be provided!

How does that apply to us and our faith? Well, don't we all have seasons for when we think things should happen? When it is most comfortable for us? Excuses like... "Let's go on a mission trip when the kids are grown. Let's join a ministry when we are not busy making our lives so pretty. Let's adopt a perfect little baby that looks just like us."

The lesson Jesus wanted us to learn from the fig tree is that when HE is hungry for fruit - nothing can stand in the way! A mountain of excuses can be cast in the sea. Have faith in His plan for you, not your plans for Him. Don't doubt by being divided in your mind - half devoted to Jesus, the other half devoted to worldly things.


Pray. Pray for forgiveness and to forgive. DON'T GIVE UP! You will reap what Jesus wants (Gal. 6:9). You'll produce fruit (especially when it's "inconvenient") because the world is hungry for Jesus. And Jesus - is He hungry for family? Check out the Bible and see...

Wednesday, May 19, 2010


A few weeks ago we were PRAISING GOD for a contract on our house. It was in the process of selling so we could go to Kenya to serve widows and orphans. We were SOOO excited to know that phase of "waiting" was done and we could move into the next phase of preparing to actually leave for long term ministry with our "African family!" We sang, shouted, rejoiced that we were moving forward... until, the contract fell through. Unpredicted, unexpected, out of nowhere, we hear the hard news... ugh, the buyer was not able to get financing...ugh!

So, now, I'm deliberately fighting disappointment. I refuse to think God forgot about us. I am standing in faith, believing He has a better plan. I am PRAISING GOD, not for what He does, but because HE IS WORTHY - all the time, no matter what.

Taleah, praising God on the shores of Lake Victoria in Kenya - our "someday" home.

Monday, May 3, 2010

Mumbai Miracle

It's Memorial Box Monday at Linny's blog (aplacecalled This is a great time to remind us of God's faithfulness in the midst of life's trials. As we continue to prepare for overseas missions to serve orphans and widows, I'm remembering how the Lord provided so many years ago...

I was traveling to India - the country Mark Twain called,
" the land of wonder." A place of elaborate palaces and extreme poverty, India's individuality seemingly absorbs foreign influence without changing...

Yet, we, three Bible school students and our class adviser, were going to minister for a month in the southern regions. Our invitation to Coimbatore came from an Indian classmate. His family ran a Bible school, orphanage, and church. They asked us to share testimonies, preach the Word, pray with the sick and love on orphaned children. They also asked us to bring some medical supplies donated by a stateside organization. The medical supplies, packed in large duffel bags, arrived by mail about a week before our departure and included some interesting

"This medical gear might not make it through customs in India. You will be charged undetermined fees for bringing them in country, if they let them in at all. Chances are they could be confiscated and sold on the black market. Please do your best to get these bags to the ministry."

The letter also contained a list of the supplies: syringes, antibiotics, blood pressure cuffs, stethoscopes... valuable stuff indeed, especially in the developing areas of India. We wondered how much a "fee" would cost to clear customs... not to mention the responsibility we felt to get the supplies into the right hands! Prayer led us as we continued to prepare ourselves for the work that lay ahead.

Finally, after hours in the air, we landed in Mumbai International Airport. We retrieved our baggage and stood in wonder at all the people in various skin shades, donned in brilliant colors. A faint smell of curry permeated the air. We wandered to the customs counters to find lines winding around like snakes. (the lengthy lines at amusement parks or Walmart on a Saturday don't even compare!) There had to be a hundreds of people waiting in front of us. OOOhhh, we were tired, hungry, thirsty, sitt
ing on duffel bags of medical supplies, praying that God would show us what to do and how to do it!

Suddenly, a nutmeg-colored man with a beaming white tooth smile and turban-covered head approached us.

Greeee-thingg my frrrends," he bowed slightly and extended his hand which our class advisor grasped and shook vigorously.

"Dis your first tiii-me in mi con-tree?" sounded more like a statement than a question.

Now we all shook our heads, YES, vigorously.

"Please come. Follow me," he gestured to an empty desk near the front of the line.

We looked at each other and shrugged. Okay. Even if we might loose our place in line, we all felt good about following him. He called an inspection officer over to stamp our passports as he lifted the bags over the desk...

We were on the other side of customs with ALL our bags and not a penny spent!
( a HUGE miracle considering the lines, our baggage wasn't inspected, not to mention the threat of "fees.")

Our turbaned friend gave us a friendly wave and anot
her toothy smile. We moved out the doors onto the chaotic streets of Mumbai - streets teaming with ancient culture that seemed to carry us into it's rhythm. We meet our contact and shared our airport experience. He was not surprised, explaining that without the Lord's amazing grace, he would be in a Hindu jail. Evidently, God is changing India for His glory.

And, what about us here in the USA? Are we "absorbed by our culture?" Or, do we pray, step out in faith even when it could cost us (with no promise that it's gonna work out okay) and experience God? It's your choice...

Sunday, May 2, 2010

A Tradegy...

The news currently highlighted a tragedy in the adoption world. Many of you have read about the little boy sent back to Russia unaided because the woman who was adopting him could not handle his behavior. We call this a tragedy for many reasons.

First, that a little boy's life is so filled with trauma - from being placed in an orphanage... to being rejected again...imagine being so young and put on an international flight with just a note pinned on you saying your damaged goods...

Second, that the perspective mom didn't know there was help available for her. Resources are numerous to help parent kids with RAD issues. Interventions to assist the child could be accessed. Why did this mom feel there was no way out of her situation...

Third, adoption, once again, has been cast into unfavorable light. Contrary to isolated incidences, adoption can be a beautiful journey.

The are millions of children and families have been brought together through successful, legal and safe adoptive practices. These children have found parents who will love them unconditionally, helping them heal and guide them into their God formed destinies.

To anyone considering adoption, please do not be misled by the unethical practices of a few. There are countless children waiting to become part of a family and many credible agencies who can help make the miracle of adoption begin.

God turns tragedy into triumph. Our prayer is for that little boy to know his Heavenly Father's unfailing faithfulness, that the perspective mom receive counsel to walk in redemption, and that adoption is seen for what it really is - a joining of hands and hearts to form forever families.

Please contact CARE if you need to find resources, trainings or classes that address adoption related issues.

Friday, April 30, 2010


It's the end of a l-o-n-g week filled with meetings, phone conferences, plenty of praying, kids stuff, husband stuff, and the eternal chores of laundry and dishes...sigh...
I'm in the mood for a cuppa hot tea and a reason to smile...

Tavin's 3 year old smile melted hearts. His long eyelashes that covered soft brown eyes never failed to evoke the envy of every woman who met him. With a gentle disposition that survived through profound woundedness, Tavin was a joy to welcome home. His adoption party hosted over 90 friends and we opened presents all day; a cowboy hat, flashlight and big boy underwear became his new treasured possessions.

Since we had waited years (no exaggeration) to adopt our little guy, extended family who lived in Ohio and New York wanted us to travel from Colorado to introduce our son to his gazillion relatives. We were excited for them to meet Tavin, too. We purchased airline tickets and prepared to travel -packing the cowboy hat and flashlight, showing Tavin photos of grandmas, grandpas, aunts, uncles and cousins.

After landing in Ohio, the worldwind began... new faces, new places, more new faces and places.

Each evening Tavin would ask, "Can I go home now?"
We'd answer, "Well, not yet, Buddy. You've got some more family to meet."

We drove from Ohio to New York to see my three brothers, five sisters, their spouses and herds of kiddos. Tavin played hard, hugged everyone, and smiled nonstop for snapping cameras; yet, each time we got in the car he would say,

"Let's go home now."
"Almost time to go home," we'd reply as we drove back to Ohio for a little more visiting...

When we boarded the airplane two weeks later, Tavin gladly buckled in and exclaimed to anyone who listened that he was going home. When our connection in Chicago was canceled and we had to overnight in the windy city, Tavin wondered aloud again,

"Are we going home?"
"No, Buddy, not yet." we mumbled, fumbling with the hotel key.

Finally, we boarded an afternoon flight and 8 hours later, we pulled into our driveway and Daddy carried a sleepy Tavin to his bedroom and tucked him in. The next morning, as the sunshine streamed through the windows, Tavin ran down the hall to greet us in the kitchen with a look of amazement and exclaimed,

"Mommy! Mommy! We're home - you found it!

Tavin's twelve now and he's reading this post over my shoulder. He's preparing to go to his first traveling basketball tournament. He gives me a hug and that heart-melting smile,
"Yep, Mom, I still like home best!"

Thursday, April 29, 2010


Dear Everyone who prayed and is praying for the house to sell,


Can someone say,

The story behind this house is very cool, but that's for another time. Right now we just want to thank everyone for praying and invite you all to PRAISE THE LORD with us.

Kenya, here we come!

Friday, April 23, 2010

Selling a House so We Can "Go..."

Please, please, please pray for our home to sell so we can live in Kenya and serve widows and orphans. Lisa's health could use some prayers, too! For more info. on ministry in Kenya, see the page under the header titled, CARE for Nations.

Big hugs and blessings to all who are in "crazy love with Jesus" and showing it to others!
(it's the greatest commandment coupl
ed with the great co-mission! Very cool, Linny at

Thursday, April 22, 2010


This update concerns adoptions in Haiti and news from from the Joint Council on International Children's Services. CARE offers our prayers and encourages a Godly response to those in Haiti who are enduring unimaginable tragedy and trauma.

Adoption agencies working with Haiti state that it will likely be a long time before the government in Haiti is able to begin processing adoptions, especially new cases for families. Currently many agencies' primary goal right now will be to help bring the children home that have already been in the adoption process.

What does this mean for new families? At this point many agencies plan to accept an informal family application to keep a record of interested families. Once the future of adoptions from Haiti is stable, and agencies are able to discuss their programs with directors in Haiti, they will contact families. It is impossible to predict when a newly rebuilt Haiti government will be able to turn its attention to international adoption law and processing. Many reputable agencies are not accepting any formal applications at this time.

The following information is provided from the Joint Council on International Children's Services:

Visas issues: It has been confirmed that a handful of Haitian children, whose adoptions were finalized by the Haitian courts and whose adoptive parents were in Port-au-Prince at the time of the earthquake, have received their visas to enter the United States. While the issuance of visas in these specific cases is very welcomed news, it should not encourage adoptive parents to travel to Haiti in an attempt to secure a visa for the child they are adopting. Such individual efforts may in fact be counterproductive and dangerous.

Children with finalized adoption decrees: The U.S. government and child advocates are making every effort to find a method by which children with finalized adoption decrees can enter the United States and be united with their adoptive families.

Other Adoptions: Our community, including the U.S. government, continues to work for a solution for those children and adoptive families who do not have a finalized Haitian adoption decree. These adoptions are often ill-defined; therefore creating a procedure that unites children with adoptive families while ensuring that children are not further victimized is extremely difficult. Despite the challenges, we remain confident that the means to move children into adoptive families will be found very soon.

New Adoptions, Airlifts & U.S. Foster Care: Ideas for airlifting children into the United States and placing them in foster homes continue to surface. In some instances, rumors and speculation have taken on lives of their own. Additionally, many U.S. families are seeking to initiate adoptions of newly orphaned Haitian children. While both airlifts and new adoptions are based on valid concerns and come from an obviously loving heart, neither option is considered viable by any credible child welfare organization. Bringing children into the United States either by airlift or new adoption during a time of national emergency can open the door for fraud, abuse and trafficking. Every effort must be made in a timely fashion to locate living parents and extended family members. Many children, who might appear to be orphaned, might in fact be only temporarily separated from their families. Currently everyone's efforts must be to provide the families and children of Haiti with shelter, nutrition, water and safety. Once the situation in Haiti stabilizes and timely reunification has taken place, adoption may be an option for the children who remain outside of permanent parental care.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Monday, April 19, 2010

The Diamond Ring!

Although this post is not adoption/orphan related, it is a story about a relationship and how God took it to a new level to bring His destiny into reality - to produce fruitfulness for His kingdom. In spite of my "stuff" the Lord used my words to give me what I didn't know I needed.

Mark wanted to get married. So did I, but not as much as Mark. Maybe I was a little apprehensive about tying the knot since there weren't many marriages I admired. Maybe I was afraid the lurking muscle disease would someday scare Mark away - if I got weaker, would he leave me? What ever the case, I told Mark I'd marry him after he got me a "honking huge diamond ring and proposed on one knee in a very romantic setting." I knew a huge diamond would put the brakes on marrying since we were both fresh out of Bible school and volunteering full time at an inner city ministry in Providence, Rhode Island. The only money we had jingled in our pockets.

Winter in Providence is
sssoooo cooolllddd - FREEEEZing to be more precise! Every now and then, Mark and I would spend afternoons at the mall, just to be somewhere warm and walk around talking. He would ALWAYS slow down and pause in front of jewelry store windows....

"Hey, Lisa... look at this ring..."

"Yeah, nice. I need to check out some cards at the Hallmark store. Let's go."

Then, one freezing winter evening...
we were at the mall...
Mark stopped at the jewelry store window...

and there it was...

The Ring.
(not the actual ring, but it looks like it)
I stared at it. Niiiccce! Now, I'm not really into big rocks, gold and all that, but this was a very pretty ring that I knew Mark could NOT afford, so we went into the store to take a closer gander.

The sales woman, who's hair looked like she'd kissed a fan on full speed, came toward us with a booming voice. I was sure the whole mall could hear her ask us what we'd like to see.

"The ring in the display." Mark replied proudly, putting his arm around me.

"OOOOHHHH, HOW EXCITING!" Miss Fan-kisser shivered and was off to retrieve the diamond.

When she returned with the rock poised to fit on my finger, I gulped... and put it on. She told us the price, and then Mark gulped.

"SO, TELL ME ABOUT YOURSELVES!" Miss Fan-kisser beamed, holding my hand to show off the huge diamond to Mark. He smiled, smitten or nervous, I wasn't real sure. I proceeded to tell her my testimony of how God saved me from a life on the streets that was filled with drugs, booze and other rancid stuff; how we met at Bible school, worked with kids, youth, and homeless at a ministry downtown. She hung on every word. She loved the stories about soup kitchen, children's story times, and that we each lived in houses with no heat where addicts slept...

"OOOHHH, YOU'RE REAL CHRISTIANS!" Then she proceed to have all the other salespeople huddle around (apparently she was the manager) and had me tell the testimony again.

After the second rendition, the crowd dispersed, and Miss Fan-kisser stood there staring at us with this silly grin... Now I started getting nervous. Suddenly, and softly this time, she spoke,
"I'm gonna give you this ring at a discount cause I like what God's doing in you two."

"What's a discount?" Mark stammered. Her reply made Mark pull out his credit card and slap it on the counter. The beautiful ring this lady was practically giving us clinched the deal for Mark. He could have it paid off interest-free in a few months.

Well, let me tell ya, I got "cold feet" fast and not from the weather! I needed to pray, and pray some more. I asked Mark if we could decide tomorrow. His smile didn't flinch,
"Sure." He dropped me off at my place, and I laid my concerns before the Lord... my fears, my trust issues, my independence... and then God spoke...

This ring is a symbol if how much Mark loves you, Lisa. It's beauty shines, reflecting My Light. It's so big, you can't miss it. It has three stones, with the largest in the middle as a reminder that I am in the midst of you both. And this love costs Mark everything; like Jesus' love. It's a love that I have given him.

I felt like the Lord was telling me not to be afraid to take Mark as my husband, like He told Joseph not to be afraid to take Mary as his wife.

We got the ring. (Although when we went back to the store, Miss Fan-kisser was not there; a new salesperson looked at us like we had 10 heads when we told him the price we were quoted. He went into the back office, returned with this dumbfounded look, and sold us the ring for the agreed upon price.)

On a beautiful spring day, along the shores of the Narragansett Bay, Mark sat me on a bench, got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. He placed the "honking huge diamond ring" on my finger and hugged me into his heart.

It's been almost 20 years of marriage. Mark loves me with a unending passion regardless of my physical limitations which have gotten worse over time. He loves me in spite of my cranky attitudes. His love still
"shines in the Light, is so big - it attracts attention, and still costs him everything."

Today, no matter how unknown the future is, no matter what crisis face you, no matter your history of abuse and neglect, KNOW for certain that your
heavenly Father is Light, is Big enough to attract your attention, and His Love for you costs Him everything. Expect HIS hug to bring you into HIS heart!

Living in an eternal embrace,

Friday, April 16, 2010


We all know how trying life can be when you venture into the world of adoption; we also know how much FUN is happening all around us if we'd just take time to share it. God has given us His joy to be our strength. This FUN FRIDAY post (which hopefully will happen every Friday) is to make you smile, maybe even "LOL" a bit. I pray it lightens your load and reminds you of how much you your Heavenly Father loves you.

Believing a "merry heart is good medicine,"


Taleah's tender age of 3 didn't stop her from thinking like a debate team leader! Maybe it was a skill she acquired to overcome the hardship she experienced before coming home to us, maybe she's just gonna be a lawyer someday. Whatever the case may be, she usually comes up with the most unique way to view situations.

We adopted our kiddos as toddlers and as soon as they come home we start telling Bible stories - the common ones you share with kids like Adam and Eve, David and Goliath, Jonah and the great fish...

Well, for a while, whenever Taleah needed a little discipline in time out, she'd hide somewhere. We'd eventually find her under the bed or behind a piece of furniture. We'd retrieve her, take her to the time out place and let her stay there for a short while.

As this "hiding" continued we finally asked Taleah, "Why do you hide every time you need a time out?"

She looked at us with big wondering brown eyes and simply said, "That's what Adam and Eve did."

I'm sure you have plenty of funny stories too that we'd all enjoy reading. Take a moment to LAUGH with us!

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Don't Give Up

My friend, Linny, at has a Memorial Box Monday post. I like Linny, her family, and the idea that we need to remember God's faithfulness. In the midst of life's adventures - whether you're entering into the adoption journey, waiting... raising kiddos who've been adopted, believing for a miracle, or waiting some more... it's imperative to know that God holds you. His compassion is boundless, and His love for you is unquenchable. I pray my memory of an experience some years ago will encourage you today.
living amazing grace,

It's happening again. I feel it. I see it. My strength ebbs away and fear surrounds me like a shroud. What can I do? Why is my life fading into blackness so thick it chokes out any hope? Anxious thoughts encircle me and I struggle to overcome them. Hiding in the only place I know I will be safe, I slip a warm blanket around me in the early morning hours, sit with my Bible and listen to the Lord.

Reflecting back twenty years, I was diagnosed with a severe muscle disease that wouldn't respond to treatments. It's grown progressively worse and now my physical limitations keep me from everyday activities. I can't lift my arms or stand up from a sitting position. I can barely walk with a walker, and many times I have difficulty breathing. How do I watch my husband, who works a full time job, come home to household chores I can't do? How do I look into my little boy's eyes and tell him I can't take him to the park or pick him up and snuggle?

I cry out to God, sharing my burdens, my desires. He brings me to His Word and to an encouragement He spoke to me long ago...

I remember that time - becoming weaker and having to go back in the hospital. Discouragement pushed me to my friend's house where I lamented my crisis. My friend suggested I phone Eddie, a brother in the faith. I called and complained, telling him how scared I felt about my muscles growing weaker and the pending chemotherapy treatments. As Eddie tried to console me, we both heard static on the line. A voice broke into our conversation and asked,
"Is there a Lisa on the line?"

I said,
"Yes. Yes. There's a Lisa on the line. Again static vibrated into the earpiece and the voice repeated, "Is there a Lisa on the line?" Wondering what was happening, I urgently replied, "Yes, my name is Lisa." Evidently the person behind the voice couldn't hear me, but what he said next bought me to tears...

"If there's a Lisa on the line, the Word says, 'Don't give up!'"

I sat there, silent - shocked. I pulled the phone away from my ear and looked at it as though I'd never seen a phone before. Vaguely, I heard Eddie yelling in the background,
"Did you hear that? Who was that?" Slowly putting the phone back to my ear, I told Eddie I'd call him later.
I needed to talk to God since He had just spoken to me.

Now that word of encouragement, perhaps from an "angel unaware," inspires me again. Curled up in my chair, I grasp for the God who intervened in a past phone call. I look to Him for comfort, strength and healing. All those promises feel so distant; yet strangely, I feel a presence very near. Pulling the blanket around my shoulders, I surrender in faith. I believe His Word. I will not give up.

Friday, February 19, 2010

Lesson of the Gerasene

My friend told me about Kelly's invitation to link a blog dedicated to ministering to people and encourage others. I hope encouragement and challenge can be synonymous because, well... this is what has been on my heart...

This morning with the Lord, I was reading about the demonic man in Gerasene.

Possessed by an evil spirit, he lived among the tombs in the hills. No one could bind him; he broke chains off his hands and irons off his feet. He cried out day and night, cutting himself with stones. When Jesus appeared on the scene he begged to be sent into a herd of 2,000 pigs.

That's a lot of pork, but the thing that surprised me is Jesus did it - He gave the demons what they wanted. What the heck!

And then, when all the people from town show up and see Jesus with the crazy guy who was "clothed in his right mind," they begged Jesus to leave their region! What is going on?

I asked the Lord, "OK, could you please explain this one to me?" I thought about the story...

The people must have tried to bind the crazy guy, and he couldn't be controlled so they gave up and let him live among the dead. Those same people are not even amazed that the crazy guy is all better. They're wanting Jesus to leave because they lost some livelihood, some income, some profit from drowned pigs (think about piggy banks, bringing home the bacon, what were those Israelites doing raising something that was unclean to them??? Didn't they want to be delivered from their own demons of greed, materialism, apathy, indifference?)

I thought... hmmm, do we do that God? When someone gets too difficult to minister to, too hard to control... do we leave that person among the dead? Do we forget about the suffering and spend our time and money on ourselves instead? Could Jesus really use demons to "drown" our preoccupations because we don't even recognize His miracles in people we've abandoned?

At the end of the story, the demon-possessed man wanted to go with Jesus, but he was commanded to stay behind and share how the Lord had mercy on him.

Question - Do I forget about the oppressed because it's difficult to TRULY help them? Is it easier to serve Jesus on my own terms and not enter into someone's suffering because it's ugly? Do I need God to use a demon to wake me up?

Please Father, remind me of your mercy.

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By Jeanne Marie Soniat

Unknown by father
Unwanted by mother
but not alone - there are millions of us

Starving for love,
a place to belong.

Will I ever be wanted,
chosen, claimed?
I have dreamed, imagined, hoped
And nothing has changed.

Two thousand miles away
They look at my picture
His heart pounds,
Her heart skips a beat
and each falls into perfect beat with mine.

I have been Chosen

not just in their arms
in their hearts.
I belong.

Known by father
Wanted by mother
But there are still millions
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