*Continuing on in the series on the children we play with at the local orphanage... (Again, taking photos is not allowed and every time we're there I just hope my brain is snapping enough images.)
Abby (which is our nickname for her) is a little girl around the age of three. She has curly dark hair and loves to cuddle. The first day I picked her up with my regular little buddy, she just about burst with joy. She stood out at first because she was always making noises at me that I couldn't understand what she wanted. Normally, the other children would talk away at me in Kinyarwanda, and I respond in English in what I hope would be carrying on a conversation (wishful thinking). Communication is limited anyway because of the language barrier, but she was clearly trying to make a point. One day, Kristen learned that Abby is deaf. Suddenly my whole experience with her clicked into place. When I hold her now, she leans in on my chest and listens to me sing. I have another one on my other leg and she likes it when he cuddles in too and we rock together (he usually likes to be a bit more active though). She likes to hold my hand when it's time to walk over to the tables to eat snack.
When I think about her, I face the hard truth that she may live at the Home for her whole life as a child with special needs. I pray most of all that she knows love. I pray for her helpers and the sisters. Of course, I hope that there is a family looking to adopt a toddler like her. We have prayed about our adoption and whether or not we are supposed to check that box or not, but feel that God is leading us to a different direction at this time.
We have been blessed beyond belief with a family here who shows us continually the definition of hospitality. They are a neat family and are one of the many here who have adopted a child and we have been so encouraged by their example. They decided to adopt a child with special needs once their son was born needing emergency surgery, recognizing the blessing he had of being born in a family who could do that for him, and so wanted to provide a home for a child who didn't get that in the beginning. So with a young two year old and a newborn, they started the process. Around the time their newborn was turning two, they received another almost two year old. It's a special version of twins separated at birth.
Again, my hope in sharing these stories with you is to ask for prayer for them as well as prayer that God might be calling you and your family to consider adoption. I don't know if it is His will for you, I don't even know if it's His will for us. All I know is that these particular kids have a place in my heart and that God wants Levi and I to apply and try. We would love your prayer for our process - that it would be God's will for us and that the timing would be an amazing testimony to glorify him.
Hallelujah! For the Lord our God the Almighty reigns. - Rev 19
Father of the fatherless and protector of widows is God in his holy habitation. - Psalm 68:5
Monday, May 31, 2010
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
thoughts on the bike
I don't think we've ever regretted buying the motorcycle this past October. Not only has it enabled us to get to and from school for morning meetings, afternoon meetings, student meetings, etc., but it has absolutely provided comic relief. Today I had yet another completely ridiculous, illogical thought pop into my head while riding home, which has been a common occurrence whilst I am wearing my sweet flowered helmet.
I present to you snippets from my stream of consciousness on the bike.
...so tired. If I just close my eyes, I could fall asleep. Wait. I don't think I'm supposed to take a nap here. I'll have to ask Levi later...
...hmmm, that guard has a rifle. Getting shot would probably sting...
...better make sure my jaw is loose when we go over these bumps so I don't chip any of my teeth...
(this one might not be so illogical.)
...am I supposed to go downhill like I would if I was on a horse? Who knows something like that? I wonder how many horseback riding-motorcycle enthusiasts there are in the world...
...dear Lord, please don't let us die today. It is my sister's birthday...
...[staring down the steeeeeeeeep hill with 10 inch deep ruts that we drive every day] I wonder if Levi ever just wants to close his eyes and open them once we've reached the bottom. because I sure do. I guess he probably doesn't...
...mmm this bagel is tasty. I wonder why Levi is giving me such a surprised look. Maybe I'm not supposed to eat while riding a motorcycle?....
The bagel one was the best. Levi's face when he turned around and saw me eating was beyond words. There's not many times when I get to completely catch him off guard, but that was definitely one of them.
Without fail, every day I bump helmets with him. We might be going uphill and a sudden surge in the engine catches me unaware - Legitimate. Or we might be slowing down to go over a speed bump - Semi-legit. Or it's a completely flat part of the road and I've lost my sense of space and just can't help my head from bobbing forward - No excuse. The only thing that makes me feel better is that all of Levi's other passengers, except for a fellow motorcycle driver, have bumped into him.
All in all, it's been a great purchase, but I don't think I'll miss it when we get back to the States. Levi, however.... It will be hard to pull him away from buying one at home. But don't worry - I'll remind him about how dangerous they are (in the US only, of course), and how all ER doctors make their kids swear to never ride them.
I present to you snippets from my stream of consciousness on the bike.
...so tired. If I just close my eyes, I could fall asleep. Wait. I don't think I'm supposed to take a nap here. I'll have to ask Levi later...
...hmmm, that guard has a rifle. Getting shot would probably sting...
...better make sure my jaw is loose when we go over these bumps so I don't chip any of my teeth...
(this one might not be so illogical.)
...am I supposed to go downhill like I would if I was on a horse? Who knows something like that? I wonder how many horseback riding-motorcycle enthusiasts there are in the world...
...dear Lord, please don't let us die today. It is my sister's birthday...
...[staring down the steeeeeeeeep hill with 10 inch deep ruts that we drive every day] I wonder if Levi ever just wants to close his eyes and open them once we've reached the bottom. because I sure do. I guess he probably doesn't...
...mmm this bagel is tasty. I wonder why Levi is giving me such a surprised look. Maybe I'm not supposed to eat while riding a motorcycle?....
The bagel one was the best. Levi's face when he turned around and saw me eating was beyond words. There's not many times when I get to completely catch him off guard, but that was definitely one of them.
Without fail, every day I bump helmets with him. We might be going uphill and a sudden surge in the engine catches me unaware - Legitimate. Or we might be slowing down to go over a speed bump - Semi-legit. Or it's a completely flat part of the road and I've lost my sense of space and just can't help my head from bobbing forward - No excuse. The only thing that makes me feel better is that all of Levi's other passengers, except for a fellow motorcycle driver, have bumped into him.
All in all, it's been a great purchase, but I don't think I'll miss it when we get back to the States. Levi, however.... It will be hard to pull him away from buying one at home. But don't worry - I'll remind him about how dangerous they are (in the US only, of course), and how all ER doctors make their kids swear to never ride them.
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
The Beginning of the End
Hello friends!
I apologize for the long delay. It's hard to believe it's already May! We return to the blog with renewed vigor and purpose to document our last few weeks (!) here. (Don't hold your breath though.) We will be returning to California in June and praying that there is a teaching job somewhere for Levi. Please let us know if you have any suggestions! :)
As we wrap up the year here, I just want to reiterate how this is a great place to be. "This" being wherever it is that God wants you to be. The school is looking for teachers for next year, so if you are a teacher, I would highly recommend that you strongly consider applying to see if this might be where God wants YOU to go.
One of the parts that made this year so great is the orphanage we mentioned a while ago. Back in November, we started going almost every Sunday afternoon with my sister and other teachers from the school to play and sing with the children. The experience has been beyond our wildest imagination. It's a story that's still in process, but since January, many people in our family have begun the process of adoption. Amazing. Our story is for another day as our most recent news has left our hearts a little broken, but we want to start to share the children we've been able to know and love with you now. I share these precious children now in hopes that there is someone out there who will pray for them and to consider starting the long journey to adopt a child anywhere. It feels so intangible as I sit to try to imagine children around the world, but so personal as I think of the ones I see weekly. How I wish that I could have a picture for each story, but it's not allowed.
Today, I'd like to introduce you to S---a (I'm not sure if I should post names or not....I'll check around, but until then, to err on the side of privacy is always better. But she has a beautiful name.). She is a lovely, nine year old girl who lives at Home of Hope here in Kigali. She has a wide smile with a little gap between her front teeth. She is the oldest child we play with on Sunday afternoons. She shines when she dances and we got to see her perform front and center for a nun's goodbye party. She knows every child's name and fills us in as we point around. She is learning to speak English and she has several phrases down pat. I don't know her or anyone's story before they arrived at the Home of Hope, but I know she is sweet and fun and loved by God. She imitates another teacher's karate moves with careful attention and a happy glow. Every time I see her, I pray for her future. What awaits her next? Will there be anyone who will come to take her home?
Thanks for reading and for praying for her with me. May your day be blessed wherever you are.
I apologize for the long delay. It's hard to believe it's already May! We return to the blog with renewed vigor and purpose to document our last few weeks (!) here. (Don't hold your breath though.) We will be returning to California in June and praying that there is a teaching job somewhere for Levi. Please let us know if you have any suggestions! :)
As we wrap up the year here, I just want to reiterate how this is a great place to be. "This" being wherever it is that God wants you to be. The school is looking for teachers for next year, so if you are a teacher, I would highly recommend that you strongly consider applying to see if this might be where God wants YOU to go.
One of the parts that made this year so great is the orphanage we mentioned a while ago. Back in November, we started going almost every Sunday afternoon with my sister and other teachers from the school to play and sing with the children. The experience has been beyond our wildest imagination. It's a story that's still in process, but since January, many people in our family have begun the process of adoption. Amazing. Our story is for another day as our most recent news has left our hearts a little broken, but we want to start to share the children we've been able to know and love with you now. I share these precious children now in hopes that there is someone out there who will pray for them and to consider starting the long journey to adopt a child anywhere. It feels so intangible as I sit to try to imagine children around the world, but so personal as I think of the ones I see weekly. How I wish that I could have a picture for each story, but it's not allowed.
Today, I'd like to introduce you to S---a (I'm not sure if I should post names or not....I'll check around, but until then, to err on the side of privacy is always better. But she has a beautiful name.). She is a lovely, nine year old girl who lives at Home of Hope here in Kigali. She has a wide smile with a little gap between her front teeth. She is the oldest child we play with on Sunday afternoons. She shines when she dances and we got to see her perform front and center for a nun's goodbye party. She knows every child's name and fills us in as we point around. She is learning to speak English and she has several phrases down pat. I don't know her or anyone's story before they arrived at the Home of Hope, but I know she is sweet and fun and loved by God. She imitates another teacher's karate moves with careful attention and a happy glow. Every time I see her, I pray for her future. What awaits her next? Will there be anyone who will come to take her home?
Thanks for reading and for praying for her with me. May your day be blessed wherever you are.
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