Sunday, March 31, 2013

Resurrection Sunday and Baptism Day

Today we celebrated our Savior's resurrection.
The sweetest name!
The name above all other names.
The One Who has all power and all authority.
The One Who can change lives
and make the dead come to life!

In addition, Cherish got baptized.
She wanted to declare that she had been made new--adopted into God's family.
The Power of the Holy Spirit:
this timid child walked up on stage
and gave her testimony before hundreds of people.

Adopted into our family: December 18, 2007
Adopted into God's family: December 18, 2012
Baptized to tell everyone of her standing as a daughter of the King:
Resurrection Sunday 2013

This child has brought us so much joy!
We are so immensely proud of her!

** Pictures by Ric French and Ted Kosters **

Saturday, March 30, 2013

March Memories

Dog-sitting: kisses on the head...
 kisses on the lips...
 time together...
cutting leaves for our Holy Week "Praise Tree"...
 our "Praise Tree" (each leaf has a praise written on it)...
cousin time... 
 egg hunting...
 egg coloring...
 learning from the pro...
Nanny and her great-grandson...
 lovin' those eyes!...
caught her first fish...
the new fisherman...
Hosanna Market Place...
 lovin' that smile!...
 making some pottery...
 soap carving...
 soap carving teacher...

In addition, Andrew had his MRI and it came out negative! Praise the Lord! The hospital has called to schedule more tests, but we've decided to take a break for a while. It's time to relax and let the children be kids....

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Match Day!!!!

It's Match Day!!!!
We are SO EXCITED!!!!

(more information coming as soon as we are allowed...)

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Do something.

“Prayer in action is love, and love in action is service. …[G]ive unconditionally whatever a person needs in the moment. The point is to do something, however small, and show you care through your actions by giving your time…. We are all God’s children so it is important to share His gifts. Do not worry about why problems exist in the world—just respond to people’s needs…. We feel what we are doing is just a drop in the ocean, but that ocean would be less without that drop.” -Mother Teresa

Well said:

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Sweet Visitors

We were so blessed to have my brother and sister-in-law stop by on their way through town. How precious they are!

Picking grapefruit:

Bowling with the grapefruit:

The very cool uncle and aunt:

Someone keeping a close eye on the animal crackers
coming his way:

We LOVE you, Uncle Dave and Aunt Shannon!!

Friday, March 8, 2013


Do you know what it’s like to be consumed with something—or someone?
When that thing, dream, or person is all you can think about?
When you can’t sleep at night, because that thing, dream, or person is constantly on your mind?
When you have no appetite for food due to your anguish over not having that desire fulfilled?
When you cry at the “drop of a hat” because your heart is

That’s where I am.
That’s where I’ve been.

How can so many children go unwanted, uncared for, undesired, unwanted, and thrown away?
How can precious life—regardless of physical appearance or special needs—not be treasured?
Around. the. globe!

It consumes me.

When I see files of children returned to their country of origin because no one in the U.S. or any other country came forward to CHOOSE them as their own, to claim them, to bring them into their home, to protect them, to love makes. me. sick.
To the point of despising food.
                How can I eat when so many are STARVING?
To the point of despising even going to the store.
                How can I buy anything for myself when I can save those coins and dollars to put toward another adoption?
To the point of despising TV and anything that distracts from reality of life.
                How can money be "wasted" on cable, satellite...?


Torn apart.
Can’t sleep.
Don’t want to eat.
Yet, I feel helpless.
Except for the power of prayer and fasting.
That God’s people would be moved.
                To see others.
                To care.
                To rise up.
                To live selflessly.
                To do something!
To do WHATEVER IT TAKES to help the orphans and the widows who have no hope.
No. hope.

Ever seen orphans chained and abused? Try googling. It's horrifying. For copyright reasons I have left off the pictures....

God, use me.

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Update on Cherish

Since I did an update on Andrew, I thought I'd do an update on Cherish. And, since I wasn't blogging when we received Cherish, I will back up a bit for the purpose of understanding.

When we received Cherish, we were all in the "honeymoon stage" for about 72 hours.
Everything was beautiful.
Everything was lovely.
There were lots of smiles, and I don't believe there were any tears.

However, after that 72 hours, Cherish FREAKED out at having me as her new "nanny" (or so she probably thought). I was the alien. Derek was the safe one. Since Cherish was born four hours from the capital city in her province, she had never seen a blonde-haired or blue-eyed person. I'm tellin' ya, I was el-freako! And, she let me and all the other people in our hotel know it! She was the only child in the hotel, but I can guarantee that everyone knew she was there by her constant blood-curdling screams. She. was. TERRIFIED. of. me!

When we got home to the States, Cherish was stuck with mommy as daddy had to return to work. She was not pleased! She was daddy's girl.
Um, seriously.

When I had to put her to bed or comfort her from bad dreams, she would refuse to be near my face. Thus, I would rock her in the rocking chair with her body lying over my knees, or I would put her head and back on my legs with her legs up on my chest. Then I could rock her to sleep.

We're talking two months! I didn't know if it would ever end.

Cherish had initially been living with a foster family. The "grandparents" were her foster parents, and living with them were the grandparent's son and daughter-in-law and their daughter. Thus, Cherish had an older "sister" who was her playmate. Derek and I were told that her foster mother would often hold Cherish (Mei Ai Mei) cheek to cheek with herself. That was the way the foster mother comforted Cherish. Thus, as far as Cherish was concerned, this new lady (me) wasn't going to get anywhere near those cheeks--which were foster momma's. Thankfully, I knew this ahead of time. It wasn't always easy, but when I remembered the pain Cherish was suffering from with the loss of her foster parents, and missing her "sister"/playmate, the compassion and understanding helped my hurting heart in the process of the slowing bonding.

But, alas, she learned to tolerate me.

And, about four months later, she began to choose me over Derek at times.
It was the shock of all shocks.

Shortly, thereafter, she became the Cherish we now know.
  • The Cherish that desires to be held and cuddled by both daddy and mommy.
  • The Cherish that begs us to sleep with her at night.
  • The Cherish that wakes me (mommy) up in the night just to snuggle.
  • The Cherish that pleads with me to go back to bed in the morning just so that she can climb in my bed next to me and be "spooned" and held tightly.
  • The Cherish that asks me to "always" home-school her so she can spend as much time with me as possible.
  • The Cherish who says she never wants to get married so she can always live with us.
Cherish. She is truly treasured and loved!

So, for all the adoptive parents out there who wonder what in the world is going on with the child they just adopted internationally, just remember that your child has been traumatized. For all they know, they've been kidnapped. On top of that, they have to deal with a new culture, new surroundings, new smells, new foods, new sounds, new language, Traumatized. Just hold them as tightly as they'll let you and pray over them constantly. There are so many wounds to be healed.

But, God.

He is the Great Healer.