A Quiet Week – A Quiet Heart
My Learning Curve: As Soon As rather than Not Until
Refreshed
A New Song
Honeybee’s First Email
Tell it Well, Part 5: Bitter
Grandparents
Sunday Visit: Mark Schultz and His Adoption Story
Doing my Best to Tell it Well
I stumbled upon a link to a music video of the song “Everything to Me” by Mark Schultz. After watching it, I clicked on the link to the story behind the song.
It is powerful to hear him talk about his birthmother and see the emotion on his face. His face and voice speak to me more loudly than his words.
Sit a Spell is a blog I really enjoy, and I think you will like it, too. It is written by Heather, whose family is extra interesting because they serve as missionaries in Haiti. She posts good stories, great photos, and her crafts (including Advent projects) put me to shame.
I hope you enjoy her blog as much as I do.
Have a lovely Sunday.
Lisa
Letting Love Cover It is written by my real life friend, Signe. She wrote a great post for World AIDS Day, where she asks why we should care about having accurate information about HIV. I’ll give you a hint about her answer: people with HIV are our neighbors, both literally and figuratively.
I’m pretty sure you are going to love this, and I know you will love my friend and her family.
Encourage one another,
Lisa
I love the idea of going for a Sunday drive and dropping in on friends; ”Sunday Visit” is my online version of that old tradition. I love finding posts that I think are so good, I have to share them with you.
My blog friend, Dorothy, at Urban Servant, wrote a great post, Love is Enough in Adoption…But Can You Love This Way?
Check it out.
Happy Sunday, friends.
Lisa
Sarah is a mom with a great idea. Haunted by the horrific famine in the Horn of Africa, she decided to raise awareness and funds that will save lives. The concept is simple – check it out.
This is taken from her SeeYourImpact page, which you should go see for yourself:
The most severe drought in decades is threatening the lives of more than 11 million people. My own kids are from Ethiopia, and they could have been 2 of the millions suffering from extreme hunger today.
The idea is simple: We each give $5. Then, we get just 5 of our friends to give $5. Then they keep it going with 5 of their friends. In just 9 generations (5 x 5 x 5 x 5…) we will raise over $2,400,000 to help relieve extreme hunger!!
I’ve been following the story of Courtney’s family on her blog, It’s How You Live, as they recently traveled to Rwanda and then to Ethiopia to bring their two little boys home. She shared lots of great details of their trip and has been transparent about the adjustment since arriving home a week or so ago. I just read this post tonight: Relief and Random Details.
Be sure to scroll back several pages to read their travel story and journey with them through adding two children to their family.
Have a fabulous Sunday, and by the way, I got most of my homeschool books ordered yesterday!
Lisa
My friend at Life with Mamita has been writing a series of posts that you don’t want to miss. Titled “My New Toolbox,” she is sharing the new tools they are using in parenting their little girl from “hard places.” I love this:
It feels like I traded in my garage full of power tools for that “first apartment” toolbox. You know the one – it contains a hammer, screwdrivers, a tape measure and some picture-hanging nails. Just the basics, but everything you really need.
Check out these three posts and see what you can add to your own Toolbox.
My New Toolbox Part 3, Total Voice Control
Have a wonderful Sunday; I think I need a serious dose of church!
Lisa
Not long ago I wrote a post about the book Renting Lacy, which completely devastated me. A long-time reader, Kim, sent me an email about the ministry she works with The Daughter’s House. They are reaching out to women trapped in the world of sexual exploitation with a desire to bring restoration to their lives. She wrote this short piece about a very real experience in her life.
I walked into church smelling like Bath and Body. I made my way to the third row on the left and my family moaned, “Can’t we sit somewhere else?” They pointed out that we had sat in the third row on the left for ten years in two different churches. I smiled, ignored them, and took my seat. I noticed her directly in front of me and since I knew some of her story, I leaned forward and politely asked of her recent hospital stay. As she updated me on the progression of the cancer into her lungs I pulled back slightly, her suffering too raw. She represented to me a world I could not comprehend: black, inner city, sexual exploitation and addiction. And now, this diagnosis of cancer just as she has begun to seek out a new life. I patted her shoulder. A worship song started. I was rescued.
After a few songs, I sensed that she was crying.
My friend, Jennifer, has been writing a great series of post on school, and in particular, school and her adopted children. Stop by and spend a few moments, it will be well worth your time.
I also happen to know that she has a great post set to go for Monday.
Happy Sunday!
~Lisa
Happy Sunday! Stop by my friend, Signe’s blog, Letting Love Cover It and read her great post, Where Are We? I loved it.
I’m blessed to live only a few minutes away from Signe and have her along on this wild adoption ride.
~Lisa
