Got back from the beach last night.
All the kids and grandkids where with me to honor the anniversery of my husband's death.
He died 6 years ago on July 23rd 2004.
A year later, on July 23rd 2005, we all (my parents, sisters and brothers, our kids, our grand daughter, a nephew) went to the beach and scattered his ashes in the sand. We laughed, cried, mourned and remembered, walked on the beach, talked to God and I "let it slip" that I was thinking about adopting! I have such a great family; they just jumped in and got behind me oh, 95%. Maybe 90%...
It's a special day in my heart. Heaven moves on July 23rd. And when heaven moves, we mortals are shaken. Eyes are opened, ears can hear, His word pours out. We have no choice but to acknowledge His plan for our life. His plan for my life involves 2 little boys from far away. One is here. Praise God. The other one is still waiting for my to come and get him. Next July 23rd, we will need to have another bed on our trip to the beach!
Monday, July 26, 2010
Monday, July 12, 2010
Beginnings
To Blog or not to Blog...
Well, 'to Blog wins!' Hang on as I fumble through this. I am going to try to get my message out and I will fiddle with how the page looks later.
Many of my posts are going to come in two parts; what is happening today and what was happening in 2005/06, because that is really when OCSToday started. In June 2006, I arrived home from Kazakhstan with my 26 month old son and now July 2010, I am trying to finance a second adoption from Russia.
One Child Saved Today is my dream to be God directed in completing His family for me and then for me to help others, in any way I can, to reach out to the most precious of His flock-the children.
July, 2005-
While at the coast with my extended family, I shared with them that I had been thinking about adopting. I was 45 years young, I had (have) 3 grown children, a beautiful daughter in law and one grand-daughter. I had probably been thinking about this for a year and wondered myself if I was just a little bit off. They didn't think so...in fact my eldest said, "what took you so long". My sister gave me a beautiful poster that pretty well sums it up.
One hundred years from now
It won't matter
What kind of car I drove
What kind of house I lived in
How much money I had in the bank
Nor what my cloths looked like
but the world may be a little better
Because, I was important
In the life of a child.
And so it began.
July 2010-
Now, I am 50. A grandson has been added. My younger son just turned 6 and I know that somewhere in Russia, there is a little boy who needs a big brother. After being at home with my boy for 4 years, I am convinced that God has a brother for him. Much the same as when I had my bio kids, there came a time when I knew it was time to have another one. Well, it's time. I have prayed; again not opening up to hear God for a really long time. OK, time is up. I am listening!
Every man’s life is a fairy tale written by God’s fingers. – Hans Christian Andersen
Well, 'to Blog wins!' Hang on as I fumble through this. I am going to try to get my message out and I will fiddle with how the page looks later.
Many of my posts are going to come in two parts; what is happening today and what was happening in 2005/06, because that is really when OCSToday started. In June 2006, I arrived home from Kazakhstan with my 26 month old son and now July 2010, I am trying to finance a second adoption from Russia.
One Child Saved Today is my dream to be God directed in completing His family for me and then for me to help others, in any way I can, to reach out to the most precious of His flock-the children.
July, 2005-
While at the coast with my extended family, I shared with them that I had been thinking about adopting. I was 45 years young, I had (have) 3 grown children, a beautiful daughter in law and one grand-daughter. I had probably been thinking about this for a year and wondered myself if I was just a little bit off. They didn't think so...in fact my eldest said, "what took you so long". My sister gave me a beautiful poster that pretty well sums it up.
One hundred years from now
It won't matter
What kind of car I drove
What kind of house I lived in
How much money I had in the bank
Nor what my cloths looked like
but the world may be a little better
Because, I was important
In the life of a child.
And so it began.
July 2010-
Now, I am 50. A grandson has been added. My younger son just turned 6 and I know that somewhere in Russia, there is a little boy who needs a big brother. After being at home with my boy for 4 years, I am convinced that God has a brother for him. Much the same as when I had my bio kids, there came a time when I knew it was time to have another one. Well, it's time. I have prayed; again not opening up to hear God for a really long time. OK, time is up. I am listening!
Every man’s life is a fairy tale written by God’s fingers. – Hans Christian Andersen
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