1. Adam is in Los Angeles again to work on the film Red Canvas. It will be his second home for the next 3-4 months. Words can not express how much admiration I have for my husband. God has planted in every man's heart the desire to be a hero, warrior, and to live a life of adventure and risk. Many men unfortunately have given up on their dreams. People have asked if it's hard to have him gone and scary to think of the time and money sacrifices that have gone into this project. Well , yes it is hard and scary, but isn't that what life should be. I would only be worried if we were tired, bored and complacent. Life is an adventure, taking risks means your living out of your self placed box. And fear? Well, there is no place for it.
2 Timothy 1 :7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.
2. My mom's best friend who I mentioned in an earlier post, went home to the Lord before Christmas. She was diagnosed with cancer only six months ago. She left behind a husband, her son in highschool, an older son and several grand children. I will miss her. She has been in our lives for years. She along with my mom were both survivors of brutal pasts. When we first started seriously pursuing adoption, I went to her for support. She was an African American woman who was a strong presence in her community. I wanted to get her feedback on transracial adoption. Her words will always stick with me. There was a time when she strongly opposed it, she knew a professor who adopted trans racially then after witnessing the power of love and how it transformed this child she grew to realize that a loving home is better than no home. She was my strongest supporter. Elizabeth referred to me as " her white angel baby who was sent to help her people." We would talk about how a total reform needs to happen. That is a whole other post. Prejudice is alive and well my friends!
3. On Christmas day, we opened a package from momma Jo and inside were the most beautiful handmade scarves , one for each kid; including the 12 year old boy we were to adopt from Missouri. When I saw his name on the scarf, I broke down. I think I cried for an hour. I cried for Grandma Jo who made it in faith that he would be with us at Christmas, I cried for my children who grew to think of him as a brother, I cried for my broken heart; a mother's heart who grieves her child and finally I cried for him. My tears poured out for all he may never know.
We had a chance to see him a week or so ago. It was harder than I can even begin to write. I longed to hold him. We took him to lunch and shopping. We hope to take him to church with us on Sundays, his new foster mom isn't a believer. Please pray for him and that God will continue to pursue him.
4. We mailed our dossier to our new agency. I'm trying not to think about it. You know when you feel like you've been pregnant forever and you finally decide this baby will never come....
Well, I guess I've adopted that strategy, maybe if I don't think about it, it will actually happen. We were told that our child/ren will be home in three months. I don't know who they are, but am believing and walking forward in faith.
5. The money was raised for the Uganda Orphan Children Rescue Christmas project. This blessed me beyond measure. People were saved! It doesn't get any better than that! Orphan Fund was so touched by the reception they got from the people they are going to keep supporting them. And by the will of God I will too. What an awesome testimony to what God can do through willing hands.
6. I'm going back to blonde next week. Wish me luck!