I love when this happens.
Wednesday, July 08, 2009
Sunday, July 05, 2009
No Rain
Today was the first day we've had with no rain since 1993. Okay, maybe that's a slight exaggeration. The truth is that I can't remember the last day we've had without rain.
Such a great day!
Saturday, July 04, 2009
Girl's Day
Dirt and Avery had Red Sox tickets today, which left us girls to fend for ourselves. We would've ended up spending our 4th of July at Target if it hadn't been for a fateful call from the KSeas this morning. They invited us to tag along for the day. They were headed north on route 1 for a trail hike with Grandma - which sounded like fun.
Sometimes the best plans are the ones you don't make.
A stop at The Cliff House wasn't on the agenda, but Grandma convinced us to stop and walk down the cliff.
It was as awesome as ever. When I was a kid, my mom used to take me here - we would walk down and sit on the rocks and stare out as far as our eyes would allow us to.
After the Cliff House, we wound up at a Chinese Restaurant. Not your usual 4th of July fare, but that's okay. Burgers will happen tomorrow. We never did make it up to the trail. The rain forced us inside to an ice cream sundae bar...and well...like I said, sometimes the best plans are those you don't make.
It was a good day.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Rain
I opened my eyes
And looked up at the rain,
And it dripped in my head
And flowed into my brain,
And all that I hear as I lie in my bed
Is the slishity-slosh of the rain in my head.
I step very softly,
I step very softly,
I walk very slow,
I can't do a handstand--I might overflow,
So pardon the wild crazy thing I just said
--I'm just not the same since there's rain in my head.
-Shel Silverstein
Saturday, June 27, 2009
3rd Official Ethiopian Adoption Update Part II
[Part I here]
...So when I arrived home from Ethiopia I immediately put envelopes together for Biruk and Bereket. Amelle wrote a letter to Bereket and I printed pictures for both of them. It was good to feel like I would be able to keep in touch.
Of course, there was more going on behind the scenes. I was planning to make my move on Dirt about adopting Biruk. I planted seeds and hinted around for a few days, telling him how I had lost my appetite to adopt a younger child. Oddly, I was nervous about approaching him about it. I don’t know why that is, maybe I was afraid he’d say no and I’d have to just sort of deal with that.
He didn’t say no. But he didn’t say yes either. He said, “I’m not at peace with it”.
I walked around in a funk for three weeks, completely heartbroken over this boy. I prayed and asked God to open this door, to drop the burden on Dirt, to make a way for this to happen, but He seemed to remain silent, simply listening to my pleas.
One night I asked Dirt if I could just find out if he’s even adoptable. I mean, all this heartache, and I may find out that he isn’t even adoptable. That would certainly close the door. (Tom had told me that the boys at Kolfe were not adoptable, but many of the boys at Kolfe had told us that their friends had been adopted). Dirt agreed to me finding out, but cautioned that if Biruk was adoptable, he still wasn’t ready.
I "tweeted" that Dirt said I could look into it and someone responded back on my FB, saying I should check out Gladney (Adoption Agency). She didn’t know who the boy was or which orphanage he was at, but I thought, okay, Gladney is a start. There are probably over 100 different agencies to choose from, Gladney seemed as good of a starting point as any.
That night I checked out Gladney’s website and I immediately recognized the backdrop in their Ethiopia video. It was Kolfe. I had reached into the haystack and pulled out the needle!
That night I went to bed smiling. The following morning I e-mailed a representative at Gladney and waiting patiently by my gmail account for a reply. By noon I had received bittersweet news. They found him, sent me a picture and short bio. He was a “waiting child” – completely adoptable. But he is 12 and has an older sister who is 16. They can not be separated.
My heart sank. I couldn’t get Dirt to say yes to one, how could I even approach him about two kids? Did I even want two kids myself? I had never considered adopting a teenage daughter. Neh-ver. Five kids? That’s just crazy talk. I dropped it. Sort of. A few days later I dug up the e-mail and re-read their short bios.
His bio said that he liked to play with Legos and swim. Just like Avery. Her bio said that she liked to do hair and wanted to be adopted so that she could have a mother and father’s love.
Wait a second, back up. She likes to do hair? Um. This could be a perfect match! In fact, this could be a match made in heaven! She likes to do hair! Our family has an opening for someone who likes to do hair!
My heart began to soften to the possibility of adopting two kids. I began to look at these kids in the context of our family. Yes, it was totally crazy, but I serve a God of the crazy. A talking burning bush is crazy, raising people from the dead is crazy, turning water into wine is crazy, us adopting two teenagers is crazy – but with God, all things are possible (Matthew 19:26).
Dirt went to talk to our pastor and was assured that he needed to be at peace with this decision before moving forward. I get that. I also understand that Dirt needs to be back at work before we can move forward.
...To be continued…
...So when I arrived home from Ethiopia I immediately put envelopes together for Biruk and Bereket. Amelle wrote a letter to Bereket and I printed pictures for both of them. It was good to feel like I would be able to keep in touch.
Of course, there was more going on behind the scenes. I was planning to make my move on Dirt about adopting Biruk. I planted seeds and hinted around for a few days, telling him how I had lost my appetite to adopt a younger child. Oddly, I was nervous about approaching him about it. I don’t know why that is, maybe I was afraid he’d say no and I’d have to just sort of deal with that.
He didn’t say no. But he didn’t say yes either. He said, “I’m not at peace with it”.
I walked around in a funk for three weeks, completely heartbroken over this boy. I prayed and asked God to open this door, to drop the burden on Dirt, to make a way for this to happen, but He seemed to remain silent, simply listening to my pleas.
One night I asked Dirt if I could just find out if he’s even adoptable. I mean, all this heartache, and I may find out that he isn’t even adoptable. That would certainly close the door. (Tom had told me that the boys at Kolfe were not adoptable, but many of the boys at Kolfe had told us that their friends had been adopted). Dirt agreed to me finding out, but cautioned that if Biruk was adoptable, he still wasn’t ready.
I "tweeted" that Dirt said I could look into it and someone responded back on my FB, saying I should check out Gladney (Adoption Agency). She didn’t know who the boy was or which orphanage he was at, but I thought, okay, Gladney is a start. There are probably over 100 different agencies to choose from, Gladney seemed as good of a starting point as any.
That night I checked out Gladney’s website and I immediately recognized the backdrop in their Ethiopia video. It was Kolfe. I had reached into the haystack and pulled out the needle!
That night I went to bed smiling. The following morning I e-mailed a representative at Gladney and waiting patiently by my gmail account for a reply. By noon I had received bittersweet news. They found him, sent me a picture and short bio. He was a “waiting child” – completely adoptable. But he is 12 and has an older sister who is 16. They can not be separated.
My heart sank. I couldn’t get Dirt to say yes to one, how could I even approach him about two kids? Did I even want two kids myself? I had never considered adopting a teenage daughter. Neh-ver. Five kids? That’s just crazy talk. I dropped it. Sort of. A few days later I dug up the e-mail and re-read their short bios.
His bio said that he liked to play with Legos and swim. Just like Avery. Her bio said that she liked to do hair and wanted to be adopted so that she could have a mother and father’s love.
Wait a second, back up. She likes to do hair? Um. This could be a perfect match! In fact, this could be a match made in heaven! She likes to do hair! Our family has an opening for someone who likes to do hair!
My heart began to soften to the possibility of adopting two kids. I began to look at these kids in the context of our family. Yes, it was totally crazy, but I serve a God of the crazy. A talking burning bush is crazy, raising people from the dead is crazy, turning water into wine is crazy, us adopting two teenagers is crazy – but with God, all things are possible (Matthew 19:26).
Dirt went to talk to our pastor and was assured that he needed to be at peace with this decision before moving forward. I get that. I also understand that Dirt needs to be back at work before we can move forward.
...To be continued…
Friday, June 26, 2009
I'm Not Sad
I know this doesn't need to be said, but I'm not sad about Michael Jackson's death. If I'm completely honest, I might admit that I would have had fonder memories of him had it happened sooner, like post-Thriller. That poor man was obviously plagued with an unfathomable mental illness.
And while I'm at it, I don't really care about Farrah Fawcett's death either. I suppose, as a Christian, I should mourn for their souls if they weren't saved, but I have no idea what kind of relationship they had with Jesus in their final moments, so there is no sense in even meditating on it.
What makes me sad is when orphans die and no one weeps for them.
And while I'm at it, I don't really care about Farrah Fawcett's death either. I suppose, as a Christian, I should mourn for their souls if they weren't saved, but I have no idea what kind of relationship they had with Jesus in their final moments, so there is no sense in even meditating on it.
What makes me sad is when orphans die and no one weeps for them.
Monday, June 22, 2009
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