Humble Motivation

As we continue to go through the fundraising process for our adoption I find myself thinking about the people who give.  It seems inevitable that you begin to consider the various people within your circle of influence.  Some people you just know are going to give.  Some people you know won't.  Some people are a definite maybe and if they do give you aren't surprised.  Some people you are pretty positive won't give but never the less you are hopeful that something you say or do will pull at their heart to give.  And then there are people who you don't expect to give and you really aren't looking to try and get them to. 

What is interesting though, is how many times your assumptions are wrong.  You just don't know who will give and to what amount.  This week Dottie and I received a very nice, and very unexpected donation.  It was one of those donations that causes you to sit down and be in awe for a moment.  What I have since found to be most remarkable about this donation is not only how humble we are in accepting it but also how it has motivated us.  One day, when this adoption is all said and done and we aren't digging in every hole for every penny we can find, we pray that we will be able to supply a similar surprise moment to someone else. 

Really, it is the least that we can do.

I Need to Learn to Cook

As most of you know, I've been sick the past few days. Well I stayed home from church today. After the boys got home from church, I dragged myself out of bed and started cooking lunch.Upon seeing me Feromsa struck up this conversation:

Feromsa- "Mommy, you can't cook. You're sick. You should go to bed."
Me- "You guys need lunch and daddy is still at church."
Feromsa- "Let me help you."

So Feromsa begins helping me cook lunch. He helped me drain the meat.
Feromsa "This is good for me to learn."

He stirred in the spices.
Feromsa "I learn so I can cook for my children."

He added the cheese.
Feromsa " I so glad you teach me."

It had to simmer for 5 minutes while we stirred occasionally. Feromsa did the stirring and set the timer.

Three minutes into the simmer....
Feromsa "This is hard. Maybe my wife cook for me. I just come and sit down and eat."

Changes.

Friends, family, and blog readers,

Yesterday we received the news that Ethiopia has changed their policies on adoption.  The change that has occurred now states that a family will have to travel to Ethiopia twice in order to complete the adoption.  This means that there is now an increase in cost of another six to seven thousand.  Our total cost now will be somewhere around $32,000.00. 

Needless to say, on a small church pastor and public school teacher's salary we do not have this money.  So I am writing to you once again asking for your help.  Your assistance will not just add to our family but will literally save the life of the child we hope to adopt. 

As I have mentioned before, due to our son's age this adoption must happen quickly.  We simply do not have the luxury of raising a little bit of money here and a little bit there.  Our greatest fear at this point is that the adoption will be stalled (and worse, stopped altogether) merely for a lack of funding. 

As always, any donation is greatly appreciated but I would like to say that I know that there are those in this world who could drop a thousand dollars or more without even thinking about it.  I am asking that you read this, pray, deliberate, whatever you must do to find it in your heart to give to save this child.   Obviously, not everyone can give a thousand and we just ask that you give according to your means and according to how you feel led. 

I wish I could think of something else to say.  Something else to describe our feeling of desperation.  Something else to describe our appreciation to everyone who helps bring our son home. 

Thank you and God bless you.

In His grace, for His glory,
John

Happy Birthday

 I love you! (It's no wonder our kids are so goofy!)

I Can't Take It

Tonight the boys were watching tv in the living room while John and I were watching tv in our room. After a little bit, Bereket comes in our room.

Bereket- "I just can't take it."
Us- "You can't take it?"
Bereket- "I can't take it."
Us- "You can't take what?"
Bereket- "Sitting"
Us- "You can't take sitting? Are your brothers taking up all the room on the couch?"
Bereket- "I just can't take it."
Us- "So what do you want?"
Bereket- "Popcorn"


He makes me laugh.

Mom!

So I am on the other side of the house when I begin to hear "Mom" repeatedly. After the 2nd or 3rd time I assume that someone is in the bathroom and they are in need of toilet paper. So being the awesome mom that I am I simply yell back "What?" The only response I get is the repeated "Mom." I finally go to see what all the commotion is about to find my youngest lounging on the couch all cuddled up in a blanket. When he sees me there he looks at me and says "Can I have a donut?"

Really?

"No- you can't have a donut."

Happy Birthday!

Well, it's that time of year again when I get to contemplate my life.  You see next Monday (March 8th) is my birthday.  I get to think about the things I'd like to do and, of course, the things I didn't do but probably should have.  This year I turn 37.  Wow, I'm nearing 40.  This could get ugly.

However, there is something that could make this birthday really great.  Now I don't normally like to make too much fuss about my birthday, nor do I generally ask for anything.  However, this year I'm asking for gifts toward our adoption.  Any money for my birthday will go toward this great cause.  I'm hoping that this will be a birthday to remember. 

Thank you and God bless.

In His grace for His glory,
John