The following things were initiated by sisters:
– yep, my heart melted. =)
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The following things were initiated by sisters:
– yep, my heart melted. =)
So we were blessed by my mom staying with us for the week after Hannah’s birthday. While the first few days after returning from the hospital were a bit busier and less “camera-friendly”, I did manage to return to the living and bust out my camera to capture a few pictures. =)
Before Matt and I had kids, we decided it would be a priority in our household to sponsor children in poverty-stricken countries and situations “overseas”. We decided that our family would add one additional sponsored child per biological (or adopted) child in our household. We figure if we can afford to add on a child to our mix, we should make it a priority to afford a $30/month sponsorship as well. God has blessed us beyond measure and we trust He will continue to enable us to glorify Him, even if things get tight. Priorities require sacrifices, but some sacrifices are so right they feel like breathing.
With that being said, we first picked our Lidia back when Rachael was a baby. Sweet Lidia was the youngest child available that day when we walked into a local Family Christian bookstore and checked out their “World Vision” sponsorship rack. Sweet Lidia was just a petite little almost two year old (who looked more like a new one year old) when we first sponsored her and is now a thriving five year old starting school this year.
When Abi was born we discussed another sponsorship child. Our dear Tofic fell into our laps when the youth group was no longer able to provide funds to upkeep the little guy’s needs. So we joyously took on our dear Tofic in Abi’s honor. Tofic is currently an active seven year old (his birthday was 8 days ago) enjoying his second year of schooling. We love the hand-drawn pictures he sends us.
Lidia and Tofic are precious in our family as we learn about their loves, lives and families. We have clocks hanging on the wall to remind us of their real-life times and schedules. We pray for them at meals and talk about them during the day. They are two sweet kiddos who have just been dealt a hard hand and we are so beyond blessed to come alongside of their families and their communities to help them “learn how to fish” in a desolate place.
So with the addition of Hannah to our family on the horizon, Matt and I took the girls back to the bookstore to the familiar World Vision rack. We studied the faces, learned new name pronunciations and worked together to pick out Hannah’s sponsor child.
It was a given when we came across her. Valentina from Colombia. She’s a cute little two year old with a birthday split between Rachael and Abi. The sweet thing is the only child of a single mom, for whatever reason, who is doing everything she can in upholding a daily wage earning job to try to provide for herself and her little girl. Valentina is growing up in a poor community in Colombia. World Vision just recently expanded their efforts in Colombia to come alongside struggling families after a devastating earthquake.
While we still have much to learn about Valentina and anxiously await our packet of information about her that we will be getting in the next few weeks in the mail, it was so neat to watch Rachael’s excitement and curiosity about this precious life. And our dear Abi clung to Valentina’s brochure with joy. We read and reread the few paragraphs we have about her before bed that night and since then.
It’s such a blessing to watch our children’s eyes slowly opened to the precious opportunity we have to love on children in the name of Jesus that we may never meet.
So welcome to the crew, Valentina. Rachael wants you to know that she loves you very much.
*** This post is in no way to bring glory to us, but to give it to God in thanks for the privilege of bringing Him glory in our daily lives.
Don’t let the silence on the blog two weeks ago fool you. It’s not silent over here. 😉
While Daddy was gone on the youth mission trip two weeks ago, Rachael hosted her first Tea Party. =)
She started out writing the invitations (obviously with some help):
Then came the welcome sign for the door:
Then she made the place cards:
With the help of Aunt Jes, we made the Tea Party treats and some teacup decorations. The menu was lemonade poured from the teapot, heart-shaped PBJ or Peanut Butter and Honey sandwiches, applesauce, trail mix (PB/chocolate chips, pretzels, animal crackers, and raisins), and of course cookies (meringues, homemade chocolate chip, and sugar cookies with the puffed frosting from the store – mmmmmm, yes).
Aunt Jes also helped in setting the table, even loaning us some of her extra teacups and her tea set.
Here’s Rachael’s tea party:
Each place setting had a piece of jewelry that all the guests could wear and a special cup:
We had a little guy for respite the past nine days (thanks, Matt, for the math). I can’t give out a whole lot of details about him, but I can tell you that he was tiny enough to utilize all of Hannah’s “new baby” things and sleep for the majority of the day and night (bonus!).
We weren’t given more than a handful of sentences of vague instructions on him so Matt and I studied him to figure him out. Since we weren’t given a general bedtime for him, the first few nights were very trial and error oriented. But we eventually fell into a “normal” routine with him.
The girls adored Little Guy, enjoying his “real life doll” qualities and returning him when their attention spans moved on. “Where baby go?” was a common phrase from Abi as she suddenly came to the reality throughout the day that she hadn’t checked on Little Guy recently.
Little Guy just snuggled right into our family and provided (Matt and I joked) “training wheels” for our soon-to-be addition of Hannah. I even got to play with cloth diapering Little Guy when he ran out of disposables a day and a half early of his pick-up date.
Little Guy… I don’t know if we’ll ever get a chance to meet you again. But I won’t forget your snuggles. And the way you scaled my shoulder, from the outside in, a few days after you met me until you were comfortably nuzzled in my neck. Thank you for trusting me.
Trust may not come easily to you. Most babies your age are more entertained by faces, studying them and wanting to interact with them. It took you a while to watch my face for more than a glance-by. You studied objects and flocked to fluorescent lights. Maybe faces were too inconsistent for you. Maybe you were guarding yourself. Maybe the lights reminded you of the NICU. Who knows. But thank you for getting to the point of studying my face for a few minutes by the end of your stay. Your eyes spoke volumes.
Precious boy, if I can leave you with nothing else, I want to leave you with the hope you listened to me singing with the congregation on Sunday morning. With your ear to my heart you heard:
I sang these over you throughout the week. And I prayed over you that you would one day see that despite the pain and loss and uncertainty, Jesus is more than enough. No other argument than Jesus is needed in this world and because of His hope, tomorrow is able to be faced.
Thank you for the opportunity to love you, sweet Little Guy, and if we never meet again, I take comfort in my prayers and my family’s prayers for you not falling on deaf ears.
I loved you like my own, Little Guy, even if we only had you for a week.
How you blessed us.
– Thank you, Jesus.
If there is anything I have learned time and time again in this world, it’s that there are so many questions without answers, so many hurts without visible justice, so many tears in what can feel like silence.
But when I open the Word of God, His love compels me toward faith. His consistency. His unchanging forgiveness. His character proves and has proven ore and ore that His promises remain.
When it feels hard, uncomfortable, and things here in this world hurt, our hope is found in Christ alone. And all we need to do to remind ourselves of the Hope in Christ is open the Word to Revelation. He wins. Justice takes it’s final judgement. And there are no more hurts, tears, pains and sins causing all those.
He wins.
So keep holding on for another day… cause that’s what it means to live by faith.
– Reminded lately.
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