We got the call on our way to Durango letting us know that we have been officially accepted into America World’s Ethiopia program! So now the fun of fundraising and praying for BIG things from God begins. We will need to come up with about $6,000.00 within a few months and then a total of $17,000 within 4 – 6 months. All of that is basically paperwork, agency fees, homestudy, and country fees. Someone the other day said, shouldn’t they just be giving the kids away… which would make it easier, but require a lot less faith.

Just to update you on how we have come to this point: Josh and I have always talked about adopting. Like, wouldn’t be cool to adopt one day! (As an aside, when we dreamed about adopting it was always international, so that is why we are starting there.) Our someday dream started to hit home in February of this year when we attended a conference in LA at Saddleback Church. They have been doing a huge initiative in Africa with the Aids crisis, and because of their involvement have started to speak up about the orphan crisis going on in many African countries. After we got home Josh was really bothered about it… and he, who does not tend to be the soft one, said that he thought it was time for us to adopt. After picking up my jaw off the floor, I prayed about it and really felt like if we did not move forward we would be missing out on a huge part of the journey God has for us.

This weekend we had a “Huge Adoption Rummage Sale” to raise money for our adoption. It has been extremely humbling to not only accept donations of “stuff” from people for our sale, but to accept help and sacrificial giving. I am amazed at the things that God is already trying to teach me and us through this process. There was a woman who spent over 20 hours helping to sort, set up and price items. Sitting on the floor forever, all the while having a smile on her face. There was a woman who is single handedly created a bake sale to help make money for us. She took off work to bake and be at our sale. There is another family, who until recently was unemployed, filled the back of our van up with donations and the wife and daughter  singlehandedly priced and sorted clothes for the 2 nights before the sale. If I do not accept their help I am being selfish and robbing them of the blessing of helping, but growing up to be independent, I do not accept help very easily, or willingly. So God is showing His faithfulness to not be finished with me, and to keep me on a journey closer to him.