Dear Self.

Dear Ashley from two years ago,

I know you're overwhelmed with the paperwork. I know it seems like this is the hardest part of this journey and that so many times you think to yourself, "everything will all be better once we are through the paperwork". 

Looking back at how consumed you were with the details of the paperwork.

Every fear that some item wouldn't be done correctly.

Every doubt that they would disagree with you that you could be a fit mother...

Well? There is just no way we could have told you what was to come.

I mean...Even if we COULD? We wouldn't.

Because, I know you Ashley. You wouldn't have gone through with it. You would have evaluated the risk? the pain? the uncertainty? and turned around and walked away.

You would have thought that you didn't have the Grace for something like this.

And I just couldn't let that happen. Because if you had walked away? You would have never seen her face. You would have never spent countless hours pouring over photos and trying to pinpoint aspects of her personality. You would have never prayed for her destiny. 

And for whatever reason? She needed you in that season. She needed those prayers. She needed that love. And she deserved to be sought after with the fervor that you would pursue her with.

And, in the end, she deserved to get her Happy Ending, even if it wasn't yours. 

And that? would have been too hard to explain to you then.

I wouldn't tell you about how two years later, I smirk at how overwhelmed you seemed in that season. I wouldn't tell you to hold on, because this ride is going to get much crazier before it gets any better.

I wouldn't have told you that two years later this journey would be far from over...or about the tears you would cry as you begged God to move mountains for you. To do anything for you.

What I WOULD tell you? Is that God is faithful.  That He HAS placed you in this journey...this awful, heart-wrenching, anxiety-driving journey....and He will fulfill His promises to you.  He hasn't left you in the throngs of paperwork...and He won't leave you in the trenches later either. 

That even two years later, after everything, that you believe that wholeheartedly.

I would tell you that the greatest lessons you would learn would be in Humility, Patience, and Pursuit.

And that they wouldn't always come easy, but they would ALWAYS be worth it.

I would ask that you tell yourself in two years to allow joy to swallow fear and apprehension.

I would ask you to be strong in the process, even in the most difficult parts.

And to remind yourself that this journey isn't about you. That the reality is? It was never about you.

I would ask you to take deep breaths when uncertainty starts creeping in. To give yourself wholeheartedly to any child that God brings before you, no matter how scary it is. And I would ask you to Trust Him to come through for your good, no matter what.

Because He Loves you.

Oh, and  here are the winning Lotto numbers...

Love,

Me (in 2011)

Difficult News.

Today we were given the difficult news that we will not be able to proceed with Cupcake's adoption. 

We know that many of you have prayed for us, encouraged us, and even financially supported us in this journey and we can't express how much it has meant to us. 

You are part of our village and we are so grateful for your continued support and prayers during this difficult season as we grieve this loss and learn how we are going to live with this new reality

Didn't see that coming!

WE HAVE A COURT DATE!!

We will be traveling across the globe next month to meet our Sweet Cupcake!!

We are excited.

And anxious.

And nervous.

And a little overwhelmed.

And full of anticipation.

We can't wait to meet our Sweet Girl and we are excited to see how God provides the way for us!!!

Thank you for your continued prayers and support!

To join with us financially, please check our our puzzle piece fundraiser! We need $5000 for this first trip!!

Praise the Lord! This truly will be a time of Thanksgiving!!!

I will give to the Lord the thanks due to His rightness and justice, and I will sing praise to the name of the Lord Most High.

Psalm 7: 17



Her Story.

Before I move on to Sweet Girl's story...I want to tell you mine.

When I was 3 years old, my Dad became my "dad". When I was 7, we all dressed up in our Sunday best and made it legal in the courts. 

That day?  I remember vividly.

I don't have any relationship with my biological father or family. I have One searing memory of him. 

That's all I needed.

I tell you all that as a prelude to this. When I was 7, we moved to a new town. I desperately didn't want people to know that my dad wasn't my "real" dad. I didn't want people to call my brother and sister my "half" brother and sister. I just wanted to blend right in.

And, you know what?

My mother gave me that.

I can easily recall having complete ownership of my story.

What I chose to share was my decision.

What I chose to keep to myself? Also my decision.

I remember finally making the decision to tell my best friend....  in High School (!)

In fact I can remember making each and every decision as to what I would and would not share about my story.

Because it was all mine.

The point is... no matter what had happened in my life that I didn't have control over?

I owned my story.

Fast forward twenty some-odd years and there is a beautiful little girl across the world who is going to have a lot of things happen that she doesn't have control over.

She'll lose her home and sense of normalcy.

She'll lose the majority of her culture.

She'll lose her language.

She's already lost people she loved....

And that breaks my heart into a million pieces. Yes. Adoption is redemption. Yes, It puts the fatherless into families.

But.

It is not without it's share of loss. It's not without it's share of "lack of control". It's not without grief.

We will do everything in our power to retain culture.

We will do whatever possible to keep some language.

But we can't give her back everything she's lost.

We will walk through that loss and grief with her. We will be completely committed to her healing. And I am confident that God doesn't leave us in "distress".  I know His story for her doesn't end here.  And I am honored to be her Mommy and watch His destiny unfold in her life.

But we can't give her back what she's lost.

What I can give her?

Is her story.

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Everyone Most people who have asked about her backstory are well-intentioned. They mean no malice or harm. They aren't looking for gossip or a good story.

But please know...

I won't share.

Because I love that little girl too much not to protect her story until she is old enough to decide what she would like to do with it.

I love her too much to hand out the precious details of her life to strangers and passerbys.

I love her too much to take ownership of what is rightfully hers.

You see, she may not have the luxury of blending in (which both her daddy and I had) as she processes her life and adoption story.

But she will always.

Always.

Own her own story.

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We are still working hard to reach our big goal of $5,000! We know that number is bigger than anything we can do on our own...BUT GOD IS ABLE! We are confident that God has called us in this journey and He will fund it! If you want to partner with us in this adoption journey, please go to http://smithfamilylowdown.blogspot.com/2011/10/puzzle-piece-fundraiser.html

to purchase your puzzle pieces! And don't forget, for every person that also partners with us and tells us you sent them, you get an additional raffle entry!!! Every $5 helps... So share away!!

A Weird Feeling.

Today, for the first time...I started crying reading milestone blogs..

I mean, I cry reading blogs pretty frequently..Just? Not the ones that document kiddos milestones at X age.

But today? I had a weird feeling.....

I have pictures of Cupcake all over my desk  pretty much everywhere...And reading these blogs this morning, I had my first sense of personal loss.

I have prepared myself for dealing with Sweet Girl's losses and helping her to walk through that grief...but as her mother..I hadn't really considered my own.

You see?  She already walks.... She already talks.... She already eats on her own....She already smiles (although this has yet to be documented on camera).

And...I am so unexplainably thankful to God for entrusting her to us...

but I can't help but feel a sense of loss for not getting to be there when she first picked up her chubby body and took steps
(This is totally fabricated based on my imagination...My girl is really skinny)

Or wondering what her first words were....

I am confident that she first smiled at her Enat...and I can happily give that one away because her Enat loved her as much....but the others? Probably happened in an orphanage. A loving, caring orphanage I am sure.....

But it's the not same as having her mommy cheer for her and run for the camera before she plumets back to the ground when taking those first steps...

Or having mommy and daddy argue over whether or not baby gibberish might be some rendition of  supercalifragilisticexpialidocious convincing us of her future as either a scientist or a broadway actress
(either would be acceptable of course)...

And, I don't know really where these emotions came from. I haven't felt them before and honestly?  I haven't felt anything but love and gratitude for the opportunity to be her mommy. I feel an inexplicable connection with her Enat and first family...and overall I am walking in constant thanksgiving for our Sweet Girl.

I guess today? I just realized that--with all I will get to be there for----there are some things I just missed.

And that just made me a little sad...

Stangely Real.

Talking on the phone with a friend yesterday, this was the best way I could describe how it's felt since receiving Cupcake's referral.

Strangely. Real.

In the physical nature of our lives (what we do, when we do it, what we consider before we do it)?

Nothing has really changed.

But in our hearts, we have a three-year old little girl who we love more than we can express.

I know, it's strange.

But it's also real.

When you start saying "Yes" to God, things that seemed impossible become possible. Things that seem unusual become 'normal'. And places that have been guarded and protected in the 'wait' can immediately become vulnerable and overtaken with love. In an instant.

I wouldn't think that a simple picture can change everything. But it does.

I don't have a daughter, here with me. But I do have a daughter.

I don't know how to walk this next part of the journey. But I trust that He hasn't left me here alone.

It's strangely real.

"So do not fear, for I am with you; do not be dismayed, for I am your God. I will strengthen you and help you; I will uphold you with my righteous right hand." Isaiah 41:10

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Stay Tuned for our Puzzle Piece Fundraiser/Raffle starting Monday!!! And, if you have any items that you can donate as prizes, please contact me at:  smithfamilyjourney [at] gmail [dot]

We are believing God for $5000 with this fundraiser so please consider joining with us as we are working with everything we have to bring our Sweet Girl home!

Six Weeks.

It's been six weeks today.

The hardest part, at this point, has been trying to keep my expectations in check.

They told us 8-12 weeks before we'd here anything.

So, I will NOT call them for an update at six weeks.

Although, my phoneline is open...

In case they want to call me.

Because I am ready.

Anytime now....

Let Him have all your worries and cares, for He is always thinking about you and watching everything that concerns you.  1 Peter 5:7



The Conversation I Wish I'd Never Heard.

Have you ever been there?


Trapped.


A few weeks ago? I was there. Nowhere to go. Overhearing a conversation that made my heart cry and my ears bleed.

The conversation about "race". 


I first started overhearing it about the time she said the words "And then [my daughter] asked what we would do if she wanted to marry one"


"One".


African American.


"I told her that I just want what's best for her...How difficult 'that life' would be..not being accepted by any race"


Yes, you're probably feeling it too, right now, I'm sure.


That desire to stand up for our children.


To butt right into these strangers conversation and talk about our beautiful brown-skinned sons and daughters.


To stand up for our friends who married for love. Not race.


I did, too.


Because the thought that my daughter? wouldn't be accepted by any community because of her family...or because of the color of her skin? Destroys me.


I didn't interrupt.


Instead, I prayed in the spirit. I looked through my amazing photo album of Sweet Girl.


I even looked up hair-style tips.


And I did my best to forget what I was now unable to stop listening to.


Since then, I have spent a lot of time in prayer about this. I truly believe that one of the easiest attacks of the enemy is to build on the fear that we will be rejected. To feed on our desire for community. You see? God created us for community. To live amongst our breathren. To love our neighbor as ourselves.


And, Satan? Hates that.  His mission is to destroy us. And telling us that a certain "path" will lead us to a place of not being accepted? is a cheap shot at God's plan for the Body of Christ.


And the fact that these conversations still happen suggests that our society is still broken. That we still have a long way to go.


But my confidence does not come from society and her dysfunctions.


My confidence comes from Christ.


And while my daughter's heritage is African.


And her culture will be a mixture of Ethiopian and American.


Her identity? Is in Christ alone.


She's not just an Ethiopian American. She's the daughter of those who have devoted their lives to the advancement of the Kingdom of God on earth. Her family is not made up of biological and adopted family members, of all colors I might add, but also of the Body of Christ. Of the church.


She's the precious daughter of the Most High.


And we are honored that He would choose us to shepherd her life on earth. That He would share His favorite one with us.


I pray today, that the Church grabs hold of this in a new way. That 10am on Sundays would no longer be the most segregated hour of the week. That the Body of Christ would come together in unity and stand up to society saying "You've got it all wrong! THIS isn't how it is supposed to be! Our acceptance is not based on the color of our skin! We are all chosen by God and blessed because we believe in Him"


"For there is no difference between Jew and Gentile—the same Lord is Lord of all and richly blesses all who call on him"  Romans 10:12


I don't know what trials we will face in our lives.

I don't claim to have many--if any at all--of the answers to the problems in our world.

I don't know that I will always handle every battle the right way.

But I do know that in situations that arise in our lives, our confidence remains in Jesus Christ.  My prayer, much like MLK Jr.'s was, is that my daughter will be judged and judge others by the content of their character, NOT the color of their skin. And that her marriage, someday, will be a glimpse and example to those around her, of the love of Christ for the Church.

I pray that society continues to work towards acceptance and stops allowing the enemy to use us as tools of rejection and separation against one another.


And I pray that, even if society isn't perfect in our lifetimes. Even if we have to walk through many of the trials that I so desperately want to shield her from? That even if there are cultural and societal dysfunctions that attempt to tear down and destroy our family and more specifically my children? 

That my daughter's Identity is never shaken. 

Because it never belonged to this world to begin with.

This is one of my favorite songs by Israel. When I hear it, I am immediately taken back to our trip to the Congo in 2007. We did this song with their worship team incorporating English and French. It was one of my favorite moments. I could feel God smiling down on us as we were in total unity!

Just a few things on my mind..

I love having been a blogger long enough to peruse old posts and see what I was thinking one (or even sometimes two) year(s) ago.

I was thinking THIS last year.

I still believe all those things are true.

And that's that.

The End.

I joke, I joke.

I DO still believe all those things, but I have So. Much. More to tell you.


Like, for instance, did you know that some of your vaccinations wear off when you get old wiser and more beautiful?

Example: I have whooping cough.Which, ironically, I thought was some irradicated disease that I only knew about because of Anne of Green Gables some science class I must have taken at some point in my educational years.

But, nope. It's for real. An awful, brutal, bacteria that causes me to periodically  cough, gasp, turn purple, and almost puke...nevermind. And then I am fine. Which makes people think I am somehow faking.

I wish I had thought to fake this.

Then maybe someone would have brought me a cupcake from Here to drown my faker-faker-onion-raker sorrows in.

But I didn't. And the real stuff is not fun or indulgent at all.

And STILL no one has brought me any cupcakes to drown my coughing, gasping, purple sorrows in.
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In other irrelevent news:

I am working on Cupcake's comforter. I really can't wait to show ya'll what I am envisioning (assuming what I envison turns out to be less than a disaster). I thought it would be done by now however with Lil' Tank hanging out with us for a few weeks, my sewing, crafting, self-indulgent time has greatly decreased.

But in an effort to tease you with my vision, I will say...It required no-fray, pre-cut chiffon (which I did NOT even know they made Praise the Lord) and a new ruffler attachment for my machine (I am the envy of all who sew...at least those without said-ruffler attachment).

I thought the new attachment was a good investment since I see zebra-print pettiskirts in my future and a ruffler would greatly decrease my time spent doing these things.

So maybe I can look for more inspiration for Cupcake's room on Pinterest,  watch mindless hours of netflix  cook, or clean, or do laundry occasionally. (See Honey? Win-win).


So aside from the new--see above: "wiser and more beautiful"--allergies, the aforementioned whooping cough, and the extra-busy 5-year old schedule, we are just thanking the Lord for our sweet girl and praying fervently for quick process and her protected heart as we wait to hear when we will be making our way those 8,000 miles to kiss her sweet cheeks.

It's been 4 weeks and 2 days.

In case you were wondering =)

Thankful Thursday

I'm sure it's a real thing and that I should be linking up with some big blogging Thankful Thursday community.

But I'm not.

I am just one small person, recognizing that in the midst of chaos? We must choose thankfulness.

"Give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus" I Thess. 5:18

So here is what I am thankful for today:

*  Pictures of my Sweet Girl

*  Pre-cut chiffon (and in animal print, nonetheless!)

*  Christmas decorations

No, I am not with the crowd that thinks we start decorating stores for Christmas too early. I rejoice at the first whiff of cinammon and the first glimmer of pre-lit trees. I wait for-- nay LONG for--Christmas all year long!

*  The Power of Prayer.  Even though God has never foresaken my prayers, I still stand in amazement when He responds to them

*  Referrals. After a  long long LONG 8 months with NO (nada, zero, zilch) movement, 5 --FIVE--  families saw their sweet new childrens faces in August. Praise the Lord!

*  Steve Martin's bluegrass concert. Two favorite parts are Here and Here (I'm sorry. Athiest Ain't Got No Songs is Just. Funny. Stuff.)

*  Cherry Coke Zero. Seriously, how long has this existed and me not known about it?!?!?!

*  All Things Girly (Pettiskirt tutorials, cupcake fabric, canopies, flower hair accessories, dolls,  pink, etc...).

We were so CERTAIN that we would be referred a 4 year old boy...we had never specified a desire for anything of the sort but with the natural progression of things, it just seemed so obvious to us.


But I am SO thankful to God for surprising me with our Sweet Girl. I had no idea how much I would love getting our world ready for her =)  


The Husband is also jumping on the All Things Girly bandwagon... recently I found BOTH The Princess and the Frog AND Tangled on our Netflix list. Wonder how those got there????? =)

*  The Joy of trying to explain to my almost-five-year old nephew that it was "okay" for me to turn Right on Red.

"BUT RED MEANS STOP!!! AND YOU HAVE TO STOP UNTIL IT TURNS GREEN. BECAUSE GREEN MEANS GO"

Oh my, child.

*  That, after taking the above-mentioned nephew to Church last night, he proceeded to tell his mom that we took him to the Jesus Music Place.

You know? The place where you sing songs to Jesus.

*Insert big goofy grin here*

*  The Power of Prayer.  I know I already said this one. But it deserves an encore. I really am eternally grateful that the King of the Universe hears the cries of my heart and responds quickly in power and might.

What about you?

What are you thankful for today?

One year ago...

I wrote THIS to a sweet little girl I halfway around the world. I didn't know her face yet. I didn't know her story yet. But I knew then that I loved her more than anything.

And I still know that today.

Three Weeks.

Today marks three weeks.

Three weeks since we first saw our beautiful daughter's face.

Three weeks since we were able to start praying specifically over her destiny, her heart, her transition.

Three weeks since our lives began revolving around a little girl halfway around the world who doesn't even know we exist yet.

It has been an intense three weeks.



I wanted to share the "what's next" of all of this because I know it can be so confusing when you are on the outside looking in.

It probably looks like the adoption process is nothing more than as series of hurry ups and waits.

That would be an accurate assumption.

But inside of all those hurry ups and waits, we are able to learn a few things about ourselves.

How much we can really handle and still live.

How to walk in patience and gratitude even when you don't feel like it.

And most of all, how blessed we really are that God would entrust this amazing child to us. 

People often say what a great thing we're doing or how blessed she is to have us as parents someday...but the truth is? They have it totally backwards...She is saving us. We are the ones being blessed by God. When I look at her face, I feel completely inadequate to raise someone this special to God. I feel totally undeserving to get to watch her grow into a a strong woman of God..I feel entirely incapable to guide her....

And then? I am once again filled with gratitude that He will be right there with us, all the way.  He will be teaching us, raising us, and watching us grow everyday...Because of her.

No...we've done nothing unusual except say Yes to God. The rest? He's done for us.

So what's next?

Next, we pray fervently for a court hearing. Both The Husband and I have to travel to Ethiopia for the court hearing, which will finalize the adoption of Cupcake as a member of our family IN Ethiopia.

But that's not the end of it...

Once we pass court, we must wait for the adoption decree to be issued by the MOWCYA (the governing body in Ethiopia). This is where the bulk of the slowdown is being seen and while we are in favor of due diligence, we will once again, be contending for supernatural favor that the necessary paperwork be signed as soon as possible.

Because?

That's not the end of it.

Once we get the adoption decree, we can be issued a U.S. Embassy appointment. Now, there have been some additional hold-ups at Embassy because of investigations and missing paperwork. We are confident that the the 8 months of no referrals within our agency (where they were going back and collecting any missing- illegible- or difficult to understand paperwork and creating more complete files) will expedite this process and we won't see any delays here. The average wait time between court and embassy is 8-12 weeks, currently.
Once we are issued an Embassy appt., we will have to travel back to Ethiopia a second time to appear before the Embassy and declare that it IS our intention to adopt this child. The words "This Adoption Is Final" will be precious music to our ears!

That is when we will be able to bring Cupcake to America =)

It can be difficult for people when they ask "when will you get to bring her home?" to hear "we don't know".

But we just. don't.

We are fervent in our prayers that we are given supernatural favor.
We are confident in our faith that God has gone before us and He will make a clear path ahead of us.

And we are peaceful in our hearts that God is protecting and comforting our sweet girl while we wait to finally be able to bring her into our family!

Thank you for your prayers and support in these final "Waits"

One week.

I can't believe it's already been a week. It seems like just yesterday we were filled with anticipation waiting to see our daughter's face.

It still gives me goosebumps.

Sometimes people ask me questions about "my daughter" and it takes me a minute to register who they're talking to.

Oh. You mean me. =)

Things I have learned in the last week:

1. Although I committed to buy at least 80% of clothing and furniture used years ago (and have stuck to it)...apparently that rule does not apply to my daughters belongings. Either that, or I have suppressed some unrealized desire to SHOP and this is the perfect excuse to release that pent-up longing. Either way, it's a sad-- and more expensive-- realization...

2. Zulily is evil. Daily emails of cuteness? I have two trips to Africa to fund, folks!....this madness must stop! =)

3. Apparently people don't think you're serious when you talk about things like 'cocooning' and 'transition-periods' because I am having to re-explain myself to those around me like somehow it's the most unnatural thing they've ever heard. They must have thought we were joking six months ago when we introduced the idea??

But we are standing firm. =)

4.  Hair care is scary. and exhilarating. and exciting. I am considering buying a mannequin head to practice corn-rows and double-stranded twists. I want Cupcake to know she is perfectly created by God and that we wouldn't change a single thing about her. Cupcake's hair appears to be tight-coiled, maybe 4b, so going with natural hair care means learning a lot of styles..and I refuse to fail at this! =)  


P.S. Can I just give a shout-out to sites like HappyGirlHair, ChocolateHairVanillaCare, and NaturallyCurly for helping me not be completely clueness.

I *heart* them. 

5. My daughter is amazing and beautiful and we are so grateful to families who made it a point to take lots of pictures at the orphanage so we can get a small glimpse of her personality. We are in awe of how blessed we are. God must love us something crazy to entrust us with His most prized creation. I am walking in incredible thanks to Him for sharing her with us.

That said, we know our daughter's transition will be full of grief and sadness. Her little life has already experienced more tragedy than anyone should and we are constantly asking God to protect her little heart. To comfort her when we can't. And to love her through her grief in the way only He can.

We are not blind to the fact that while redemption is an amazing display of God's goodness, it does not erase the tragedy that caused redemption to be necessary in the first place.

Please, as you pray for our family, for speed and favor in the process...remember, also, sweet Cupcake's heart in this. And join with us in praying that God's hand is evident in her transition and that He comforts and heals her heart. Because only He can do that.

Thank you all for your prayers and continued congratulations!

We are blessed, indeed!

Here is a picture of the luvey I made Cupcake. I incorporate soft minky fabrics, knit, and colorful cottons. Currently The Husband and I are sleeping with it every night and praying over it until we can send it over to our Sweet Girl.

Shock and Awe.

That pretty much describes my emotions yesterday.

First, shock.

We were 99% sure (the same way a pregnant woman might think she is) that our referral would be a boy. We hadn't specified and we certainly didn't care...but in the course of things, we had just assumed things would go a certain way (we should have known better since NOTHING in this process has gone as planned) =)

and we were 100% sure that nothing would be happening any time soon. Last we heard, nothing was expected to move for a while. Paperwork nonsense...clarification....bleh.

So, to get the call?  

To realize that in that moment our lives were changing?

Yes. Shock.

But in shock and awe....The awe is the best part.

We immediately felt immensely blessed as we looked at our daughter's big beautiful dow-eyes and small frame.

We were in love with her serious expression and what was described as her "reserved" personality.

And we were overwhelmed by the spiritual and natural redemption that adoption brings.

When we looked at her face and read about her story, all we could think was...

She is our daughter.

We hope to never take for granted how blessed we are that God has chosen us to protect, shepherd, and steward her life...even for a short time.

We may have initially been shocked. But it was the awe that changed us forever.

Amazing Gratitude.

Laying in bed this morning, I am filled with gratitude and thanksgiving.


For my Salvation.


For my family and friends.


And especially this morning??


For my BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER!


Yes, in case you didn't catch that. Yesterday was (so far) the best day of my life when late in the afternoon we were introduced to our beautiful barely-three-year-old little girl.


I feel like I am flying. It's surreal. And wonderful. And I keep just soaking in everything about her. She truly is God's most perfect creation yet and we are so excited to get to be part of her world.


Since I can't show you a picture of my beautiful Cupcake, I thought I would let my friend Franky describe her as clearly as I could for ya'll!!

Please keep praying for us. We're not through the thick of it yet as we work to raise funds and pray down any more hindrances and attacks to prolong our daughter's stay in an orphanage.


We believe that it was through prayer warriors joining with us that her referral came through and we believe that that SAME prayer can push us through the system with-- what can only be described as-- the Favor of the Lord.


We can't wait to bring our baby girl home!!

Thank you for praying with us and celebrating our beautiful daughter!