Y'all, it has been WAY too long!! I have had every intention of blogging and journal-ling through the past 2.5 years of life. I never felt as though I could do the folks of Haiti justice in trying to describe our experience on here. And I really had a difficult time trying to decide how much to put about my child, what part was a piece of our testimony and what part was their story to share one day. I also wasn't comfortable being 100% real. I don't share anything for pity so I didn't want to share and just receive that in return. Nothing to pity here. Life is hard. But whose isn't? Most of us with our "hard life moments" still don't know hard in the grand scheme of things in the world. However, we all have what is difficult to us, especially as parents and none of that is to be overlooked or unaccepted. It is what it is. What I hope to share soon is some of the difficulty, some of the craziness, and a lot of the joy & blessings we would not have experienced unless we were obedient to what the Lord was calling us to do.
I hopped on here today to once again, be way past due, and share with the online world that we are adopting again. And sorta soon! ha Our official journey this time started with the completion of our home study last fall (2014). Insert chasing papers & signatures for a few months...we then shipped every adoptive parent's favorite thing, the dossier, to China in February of this year. We received a referral at the beginning of June & accepted that referral a few weeks later. Our son just turned 4 in October and the travel journey to bring him home starts ummm...January 7th...as in next week!! So much to do...so many emotions...eeek!!
We have been insanely blessed and I hate to admit it but surprised at what the Lord has done through this adoption. We didn't receive any grants this time around either but somehow (y'all know how) each time we had a deadline, we had the money. The Lord provided through family, friends, folks I don't even know, and our own financial sacrifices & savings to get us to the final step. I do hope to blog about that journey and see it on paper in front of me just how He orchestrated it all financially. Look for that post soon! Don't EVER let that be the reason you don't expand your family!! :)
SOOOO as a final Hoo-rah we are having a tshirt fundraiser. A quick one. Orders taken through this Thursday, DECEMBER 31ST at 1pm EST!! Email me with questions hebrews11.8@aol.com or pay easily throughhttps://www.paypal.me/1more1less
Can't wait to update you again very soon...pinky promise!!
I want you to read this post below. It's a hard topic to cover and one a lot of folks don't understand and one several folks, quite frankly, do not want to address. Just know that I don't wear a cape and I am nobody's hero. It's not about me. Never has been and never will be. It's a difficult battle to fight but if anyone around here should be held up as awesome, it's Flash. He's the warrior of this family. :) But Jesus, now that guy is our real superhero!!
WARNING: This post will be a bit more angsty than usual. You'll understand why in a minute. I apologize in advance… :)
I
generally try to share things that motivate people to consider their
role in caring for the marginalized, oppressed and orphaned. I want to
encourage them to take on a more magnified and awe-filled perspective of
the Gospel of their rescue and redemption through Jesus and challenge
them to demonstrate that story of rescue and redemption into the lives
of others - specifically vulnerable kids and struggling families. The
ultimate aim is to move people into greater depths of intimacy with
Jesus and drive them towards greater demonstrations of who He is and
what He stands for.
But this post is a bit different - it's more
of a word of caution than one of encouragement. It's born out of a great
concern that perhaps, if we're not careful, our care of orphans can
become shrouded in an evangelical hero complex that makes it more about
us than it is about them. In the end, our great works can be promoted on
the backs of the vulnerable to the detriment of making Jesus known as
the true Hero in all of this.
THE IDOL OF ORPHAN CARE
Our
call to care for orphans is more about the help they need than it is
about our need to help. We cannot use orphan care as the means by which
we gain some personal sense of fulfillment, purpose or meaning. Only
Jesus can provide that for us. The last thing orphans need is us using
them to mask our own personal insecurities by burdening them with the
expectation to satisfy our self-righteous need to help someone less
fortunate. Orphan care then becomes an idol, and a service project – a
work upon which our identity is based and our self-justifying needs are
met.
Many of these kids experience horrendous atrocities and
injustices in a very short amount of time. They are not trophies for us
to put on display so people know how obedient, radical and missional we
are. The end goal of our obedience in caring for orphans is not the
display of our own obedience - it's what a child may greatly gain
through what we are called to lose - namely, ourselves. It’s about what
is best for the them, not what is glamorous or daring or risky or
evangelically sexy for us.
THE RUDE REALITIES
Fostering
and adopting abused, neglected, marginalized and orphaned children is a
big deal, but it expresses itself primarily through very small, very
menial, very hidden tasks that go largely unnoticed. The rude realities
of orphan care find themselves up for 3am feedings, changing a diaper of
a baby that's not even yours for what seems to be the 100th time that
day, on the phone with case-workers, lawyers, doctors and government
departmental offices, filling out stacks of paperwork, sitting through
court hearings, driving across the city for parent visits and trying to
raise thousands of dollars to bring a child home from another country.
This is a far cry from putting our super hero capes on while parading
our multi-racial family down the hall at church or through the aisles of
the grocery store hoping people will notice how awesome we are.
Yes, orphan
care is a big deal, but its grandness is not measured by the public
fame it produces but by the private faithfulness it requires…when no one
is around to see, no one cares and there's no chance that you'll ever
earn a prize for it or be given a cape to wear because of it.
JESUS, THE TRUE HERO
The
hard but glorious call of the Christian life, in all arenas, is to lose
yourself in order to truly find yourself in Jesus (Matthew 16:25). It's
to humbly take up the cross of your own death daily so that in Jesus
you may find life (Luke 9:23). The beauty of the Gospel is that Jesus
never calls us to do anything that He hasn't first willingly, joyfully
and perfectly done for us. His call for us to lose our lives is but a
mere signpost to the great loss He endured on our behalf. His call for
us to carry the cross is but a shadow of the death He joyfully embraced
in our place.
In light of the Gospel, our call to care for the
marginalized, abused and orphaned is the joyous privilege we have to
lose ourselves for their sakes because He first lost Himself for ours.
We carry the burden of their plight because He first carried the unjust
and undeserved weight of ours to His death. He is the Hero in all of
this - we are but shadows. He is the Hero - we are but signposts.
On
the Cross, Jesus dealt a decisive death blow to our hero complex
leaving room for only one hero in the Gospel - and it's not us. This is
our great hope, that we as the rescued ones might introduce the
marginalized, oppressed and orphaned to the Rescuer. In the end, all of
our efforts for them are ultimately meant to point to Him - not us.
For
those who are in it to feed their self-rigtheousness, it's time to kill
the hero complex. For those who want everyone to know how heroic they
are in the lives of orphans, it's time to kill the hero complex. For
those who are more concerned with public notoriety than they are with
private faithfulness, it's time to kill the hero complex.
Put the cape down and pick the Cross up. Everyone wins if Jesus is made out to be the Hero. Everyone loses if not.
Disclosure: This is a sponsored post. This post is paid for by the AdCouncil. All words and thoughts are my own.
Revealing a pretty enormous secret here today. Ready for it? These kids (and their three siblings) do not have anything happening in their life that comes even close to "perfect" parenting or a perfect upbringing. (So, not really a secret I suppose.) Their freaky eyes say it all, don't they?
If you have been reading here long, you know that we do not think everyone should adopt. Adoption is not for everyone. I am certain of that. Having said that, I do think that more people are qualified, able, and really ready for the job of fostering or adopting a child. It is not uncommon for people to say, "I could never do it." Their reasons are not usually given. On occasion, people hint at not being "good enough" to do it. Recently someone told me they could "never do foster care because the goodbye would be too hard". Families that have adopted tend to be friends with families that have adopted. We get to help, encourage, and build one another up; it is a beautiful community. In 12 years of being adoptive parents Troy and I have yet to meet anyone that is perfect. None of us were raised by perfect people, and by golly, our kids won't be either. Fear seems to hold people back from really investigating the options. From the conversations I have had, most of the fears are based on false assumptions. Kids don't need perfection. Even kids that have lost a lot and have been hurt in their lives. They need stability. They need love. They need some structure and predictability. They need food and a bed. Statistically, studies show that imperfect people are parenting the vast majority of the world's children. This is good news. I submit to you that pain is a part of life. Goodbyes are a part of life. Disappointment is a part of life. Messing up is a part of life. Starting over is a part of life. LOVE and sacrifice are a part of life. They are worth the pain. Love washes over these things, love lights the path when things get dark or scary or very, very sad. Love gives you courage to do hard things.
Unlike many adoptive parents and foster parents I know, I did not grow up hoping to adopt. We ended up adoptive and foster parents without it being part of our personal five or ten year plan. We stumbled into it; I am so grateful. While it has not always been easy and it certainly has not been painless, it has been worth it and has been so rewarding. The blessings of the children that have come into our lives via adoption and foster care are impossible to quantify. Kids don't want perfect parents - they want HUMAN parents. Most of you reading qualify!
If you've ever wondered about adoption and/or foster care, ever thought about it but became afraid, or ever even considered the possibility, please check out these links:
It is not a secret anymore. You don't have to be perfect to be an adoptive or foster parent - perfect is a lie - kids need families and love - not perfection.
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November is Orphan Care Awareness Month. I can't say much more than the following words. Don't take them lightly.
"The truth is that the 143 million orphaned children and the 11 million who starve to death or die from preventable diseases and the 8.5 million who work as child slaves, prostitutes, or under other horrific conditions and the 2.3 million who live with HIV add up to 164.8 million needy children. And though at first glance that looks like a big number, 2.1 billion people on this earth proclaim to ...be Christians.
The truth is that if only 8 percent of the Christians would care for one more child, there would not be any statistics left. This is the truth. I have the freedom to believe it. The freedom, the opportunity to do something about it. The truth is that He loves these children just as much as He loves me and now that I know, I am responsible." Kisses From Katie
No we aren't calling any "cabbies" or anything crazy like that!!
Anyways, because of demand we have decided to do a QUICK t-shirt order!! If folks still want shirts later, we might take up another order. However, this order, I need it by 11:59est Tuesday, July 8th!
Sooooooooo here they are (if choices change, which would be unlikely I will contact you asap)...
*NAVY SHIRT= white/aqua font on front & white Hebrews 118
(written large) on the back
*WHITE SHIRT= navy/aqua font on the front & navy Hebrews 118 (written large) on the back
$15 each (add $1 if xxl or above)
***Must order this time around by TUESDAY AT 11:59PM EST :)
*Pay via paypal (my email is hebrews11.8@aol.com or I can invoice you) or personal check.
*All proceeds from t-shirt sales will go to the orphanage he is at or another ministry we are visiting on our trip. This isn't a fundraiser for us, just t-shirts to support us & fund another ministry.
A good friend sent this linkto me & I thought I'd share. This blogger couldn't have said it better. She made me speechless. Thank you kathylynnharris. Below are the words she shared in her post...
First, a quick note: I wrote this piece after reading an essay written by Lea Grover in the Huffiington Post, titled “Dear Less-Than-Perfect Mom.” The post by Lea was wonderful, and it made me think about us moms who found our sweet babies through adoption, and how we face unique challenges. I hope you enjoy it, whether you are the parent of an adopted child or not. Happy early Mother’s Day, everyone. —————————————————————————————————————— Dear Mom of an Adopted Child,
I met you in adoption education class. I met you at the agency. I met you at my son’s school. I met you online. I met you on purpose. I met you by accident.
It doesn’t matter. The thing is, I knew you right away. I recognize the fierce determination. The grit. The fight. Because everything about what you have was a decision, and nothing about what you have was easy. You are the kind of woman who Makes.Things.Happen. After all, you made this happen, this family you have.
Maybe you prayed for it. Maybe you had to convince a partner it was the right thing. Maybe you did it alone. Maybe people told you to just be happy with what you had before. Maybe someone told you it simply wasn’t in God’s plans for you to have a child, this child whose hair you now brush lightly from his face. Maybe someone warned you about what happened to their cousin’s neighbor’s friend.
Maybe you ignored them.
Maybe you planned for it for years. Maybe an opportunity dropped into your lap. Maybe you depleted your life-savings for it. Maybe it was not your first choice. But maybe it was. Regardless, I know you. And I see how you hold on so tight. Sometimes too tight. Because that’s what we do, isn’t it?
I know about all those books you read back then. The ones everyone reads about sleep patterns and cloth versus disposable, yes, but the extra ones, too. About dealing with attachment disorders, breast milk banks, babies born addicted to alcohol, cocaine, meth. About cognitive delays, language deficiencies. About counseling support services, tax and insurance issues, open adoption pros and cons, legal rights.
I know about the fingerprinting, the background checks, the credit reports, the interviews, the references. I know about the classes, so many classes. I know the frustration of the never-ending paperwork. The hours of going over finances, of having garage sales and bake sales and whatever-it-takes sales to raise money to afford it all.
I know how you never lost sight of what you wanted.
I know about the match call, the soaring of everything inside you to cloud-height, even higher. And then the tucking of that away because, well, these things fall through, you know.
Maybe you told your mother, a few close friends. Maybe you shouted it to the world. Maybe you allowed yourself to decorate a baby’s room, buy a car seat. Maybe you bought a soft blanket, just that one blanket, and held it to your cheek every night.
I know about your home visits. I know about your knuckles, cracked and bleeding, from cleaning every square inch of your home the night before. I know about you burning the coffee cake and trying to fix your mascara before the social worker rang the doorbell.
And I know about the followup visits, when you hadn’t slept in three weeks because the baby had colic. I know how you wanted so badly to show that you had it all together, even though you were back to working more-than-full-time, maybe without maternity leave, without the family and casseroles and welcome-home balloons and plants.
And I’ve seen you in foreign countries, strange lands, staying in dirty hotels, taking weeks away from work, struggling to understand what’s being promised and what’s not. Struggling to offer your love to a little one who is unsettled and afraid. Waiting, wishing, greeting, loving, flying, nesting, coming home.
I’ve seen you down the street at the hospital when a baby was born, trying to figure out where you belong in the scene that’s emerging. I’ve seen your face as you hear a nurse whisper to the birthmother that she doesn’t have to go through with this. I’ve seen you trying so hard to give this birthmother all of your respect and patience and compassion in those moments—while you bite your lip and close your eyes, not knowing if she will change her mind, if this has all been a dream coming to an abrupt end in a sterile environment. Not knowing if this is your time. Not knowing so much.
I’ve seen you look down into a newborn infant’s eyes, wondering if he’s really yours, wondering if you can quiet your mind and good sense long enough to give yourself over completely. And then, to have the child in your arms, at home, that first night. His little fingers curled around yours. His warm heart beating against yours.
I know that bliss. The perfect, guarded, hopeful bliss.
I also know about you on adoption day. The nerves that morning, the judge, the formality, the relief, the joy. The letting out of a breath maybe you didn’t even know you were holding for months. Months.
I’ve seen you meet your child’s birthparents and grandparents weeks or years down the road. I’ve seen you share your child with strangers who have his nose, his smile … people who love him because he’s one of them. I’ve seen you hold him in the evenings after those visits, when he’s shaken and confused and really just wants a stuffed animal and to rest his head on your shoulder.
I’ve seen you worry when your child brings home a family tree project from school. Or a request to bring in photos of him and his dad, so that the class can compare traits that are passed down, like blue eyes or square chins. I know you worry, because you can protect your child from a lot of things — but you can’t protect him from being different in a world so intent on celebrating sameness.
I’ve seen you at the doctor’s office, filling out medical histories, leaving blanks, question marks, hoping the little blanks don’t turn into big problems later on.
I’ve seen you answer all of the tough questions, the questions that have to do with why, and love, and how much, and where, and who, and how come, mama? How come?
I’ve seen you wonder how you’ll react the first time you hear the dreaded, “You’re not my real mom.” And I’ve seen you smile softly in the face of that question, remaining calm and loving, until you lock yourself in the bathroom and muffle your soft cries with the sound of the shower. I’ve seen you cringe just a little when someone says your child is lucky to have you. Because you know with all your being it is the other way around.
But most of all, I want you to know that I’ve seen you look into your child’s eyes. And while you will never see a reflection of your own eyes there, you see something that’s just as powerful: A reflection of your complete and unstoppable love for this person who grew in the midst of your tears and laughter, and who, if torn from you, would be like losing yourself.
As I mentioned in a previous post, we are partnering with http://www.apparentproject.org
and selling bracelets as a fundraiser. Part of the money goes to the Haitian artist and the rest towards our adoption fund. This gives you a chance to give to two great causes. "We are a market place
designed to empower & market Haitian artisans in their work. We are
officially endorsed by the Apparent Project, and are also working with other
artisans in Haiti to make a difference in the lives of working families."-Market
Haiti (where you can purchase Haitian goods)
There is a tag on each bracelet that lets you know how to pray for the artist and what their employment means to them. Email me at hebrews11.8@aol.com to order via check, etc. OR use the paypal button on the right sidebar to pay online. IF you order via Paypal, add $1 per bracelet for shipping, include mailing address, & Memo that it's for the bracelets.
BRACELETS $7 EACH $4 of each sale goes back to the Haitian artist & the remaining to our adoption!! Thanks,
"When you say YES to adoption, you are saying YES to enter the suffering of the orphan, and that suffering includes WAITING FOR YOU TO GET TO THEM. I promise you, their suffering is worse than yours. We say YES to the tears, YES to the longing, YES to the maddening process, YES to the money, YES to hope, YES to the screaming frustration of it all, YES to going the distance through every unforeseen... discouragement and delay. Do not imagine that something outside of "your perfect plan" means you heard God wrong. There is NO perfect adoption. EVERY adoption has snags. We Americans invented the "show me a sign" or "this is a sign" or "this must mean God is closing a door" or "God must not be in this because it is hard," but all that is garbage. You know what's hard? Being an orphan. They need us to be champions and heroes for them, fighting like hell to get them home. So we will. We may cry and rage and scream and wail in the process, but get them home we will." --Jen Hatmaker
I know that many of you probably just read this blog to pass the time of your online binge for the day, because you can't sleep at night, because you're nosy :), to look at what you assume is a perfect little life & because yours isn't you're just glad someone's is...or perhaps you just stumbled upon this blog & have no idea why you care about what this random stranger is writing. In the midst of the updates & posts are a lot of pauses in dates. Those pauses could mean that the Lord is working on my heart, that I'm just pissed because I don't have any updates for you, for us, & for our son, or sometimes I'm just not supposed to talk/write though it's hard for me to do. Those pauses don't show a lot of the aggravation, heartache, & toll on someone during the adoption process & during life in general. SO let's get this straight...I won't just write about the "happy" if you don't just read about the "happy."
A lot of times I write for myself & I get more out of it than anyone reading ever will. And though that is almost always the case, there are a lot of times that I feel led to write something or share something because someone needs to hear it, to know they aren't alone, or to be encouraged. This.is.one.of.those.times. Don't stopreading this now young lady/young man. Don't you go assuming this is some "religious" message or some serious crap that you don't have time for or that it couldn't possibly be speaking to you. Why did you go click on this blog post today? What led you here? How can you know without knowing that it isn't you that this is for? I know you truly don't want to be called out or even to be embraced by the only thing that can give you peace or cause your heart to change. Some of you think it's all nonsense & garbage. You don't have a reason to want to believe. You've been let down by everyone your whole life, or maybe just recently. You still matter. Don't resist it y'all. What do you have to lose, really? So stop whining & continue reading... ;)
Anyways...a song was posted on my Facebook not once, not twice, but three times today. When I first saw it my initial thought was, "oh yeah that's a great song." The second time it was more like, "that is a good song but odd that I so just saw this a few ago & those people don't know each other." The third time I just hit play. And so the "hitting the knees" began. Praying this speaks to you today. There's the song & then the story behind it (it's short so don't skip it). We all have "pain between the pictures." (Or pain between the posts.)-Tenth Avenue North "It's not your circumstances that need to change, it's you."-Tenth Avenue North Lyrics:
Let me see redemption win Let me know the struggle ends That you can mend a heart That’s frail and torn I wanna know a song can rise From the ashes of a broken life And all that’s dead inside can be reborn Cause I’m worn
My prayers are wearing thin Yeah, I’m worn Even before the day begins Yeah, I’m worn
You have three choices below...it's your choice... =)
*If you have about 10 minutes to hear his story, humor, & the song*
*If you have time for the song & 4 extra minutes.
*If you just have time for the song*
Just know that adoption is hard. Waiting is hard. Kids in general are hard, right? Life is hard. It doesn't mean anything is wrong with me to pity me. It means I'm human. And I choose to share that with you. So please don't ever read this blog or see me and assume things are perfect b/c the Lord is giving us the opportunity (as He is some of you ;)) to give orphans a family. As a matter of fact, it's the hardest, most humbling thing I've ever done. Life that sometimes sucks makes us relatable to someone else. Your story, my story...well they're our stories because somewhere along the line it'll make us relatable to someone whose paths we cross & because during those times we grow. He's got ya friend, always has...just hold fast!
So beyond thankful that I know for a fact that in the end redemption does win. My struggles are nothing in comparison to those that happened on a cross 2000 years ago. I am worn, you may be worn, but redemption wins y'all!
~If you liked that song & want more...here's a bonus
Pray that we exit our current step with the adoption process SOON!!
I promise I am working on some tshirt ideas! It's been delayed for a few reasons but I haven't forgotten for those of you who are interested.
We originally were selling the blue/gray bracelets & keychains. We decided to go a different route and hand those out instead. The aqua blue bracelets will be given away (request one if you'd like) or sent with some tshirt orders. The gray key chains can be bought at cost which is $3.
The reason we changed our minds about those is because we decided to work with The Apparent Project. We can sell their bracelets and it would support not only our adoption, but a Haitian artist. We felt that supporting this ministry would help two causes at once. Each bracelet has a name & picture attached to it which would show you who you supported by purchasing the bracelet. Their statement is...
"We are a market place designed to empower & market Haitian artisans in their work. We are officially endorsed by the Apparent Project, and are also working with other artisans in Haiti to make a difference in the lives of working families."-Market Haiti (where you can purchase Haitian goods)
The bracelets are made from cereal boxes, scrapbook paper, magazines & flyers, and connected with seed beads. *I will let you know soon possible ways to purchase these bracelets. I am looking into places to set up & sell them.Update:They are now available, contact me for details or to purchase!
This blog will be going private within the next few days. It will only stay private until we are very close to bringing out kiddo home. In order to post pics, and possibly more detailed updates, I am making it private in order to protect any information from here on out. Please email me at hebrews11.8@aol.com or contact me on Facebook if you want to view this blog. There is a Facebook page that will soon go private also & a place you can find updates as well. Anyone who has contacted me thus far is good to go. If you haven't, please do so soon. Thanks for your understanding! UPDATE: Blog privacy is on hold...it is still a public site! If you read this blog & aren't my "friend" on Facebook but would like details of adoption updates, please request via email (hebrews11.8@aol.com). Specific updates on our process and/or pics will NOT be posted on here until further notice. Thanks y'all!!
And FINALLY, we are probably 25-50ish pieces away from completing the puzzle. Not very many left! If you have mentioned you'd like some, please contact me now!! Pics to be posted THIS week so finish that puzzle ASAP!! ;)Update: Due to new regs with our adoption country, new pics will NOT be posted via blog until further notice. If you aren't a "friend" on Facebook, but contributed in any way to the Puzzle Fundraiser, please email me at hebrews11.8@aol.com!!Thanks!
This kid who likes to wear his pants on his head says to HURRY so he can show you his face! =)
Please help my Anne find her birthparents! She was born in Florida (USA) in 1983.Please share with those you know, especially in the southern part of the U.S.!! Ready...GO...like right NOW!
I don't have a lot of words for how awesome Easter is, especially if you are a follower of Christ. I am, however, quite shocked at how callused even we as believers have became of this holiday. It should be the biggest day of the year, the biggest party, the biggest celebration, the longest, loudest worship service, full of emotion. We should sing the loudest, preach the longest, "amen" the most, be the most passionate, about this day. This day, He is RISEN. Risen. Did you catch that? As in, he isn't in the tomb! The grave could.not.hold.him. Is that something you hear often? I don't think so. We can only beat death because of Him. We don't have to fear death because of Him. We have hope, only because of Him. He didn't just die for our sins...He arose to give us hope...to continue living in us. We are the risen church. Wake up y'all! Allow Him to give you new breath. It's not just a religion. I'm not just "spiritual." I have a relationship with my Lord. He is risen. Find new life in Him, He's waiting for you!
Beneath the weight of all our sin You bow to none but heavens will No scheme of hell, no scoffer's crown No burden great can hold you down In strength you reign Forever let your church proclaim
Oh death! Where is your sting? Oh hell! Where is your victory? Oh Church! Come stand in the light! The glory of God has defeated the night!
Christ is risen from the dead We are one with him again Come awake, come awake! Come and rise up from the grave
Take a moment to listen to the song below. The 2nd video is one of the most amazing versions of the song, or any song. If you have a few extra minutes enjoy the 2nd video's bonus. Fab-u-lous!!
"It's Friday...but Sunday's comin'" is one of my favorite sayings when I'm having a rough day or to remind a friend during life's moments that sometimes just suck. Dark days can consume our joy. But it won't last. It's not the promise. Whether life's dark or light, I love to know that "Sunday's comin.'" Psalm 30:5b says, "weeping may stay for the night, but rejoicing comes in the morning." And for that, I'm so thankful. During the dark day of Good Friday, remember the man who gives you hope. He does, whether you choose to believe it or not. Whether today is a dark day/moment for you or whether it'll be tomorrow or next week...it'll eventually arrive. It's life. It's sin. Hold onto this fact: Although it may be a dark "Friday" in your life, y'all Sunday is comin'! Hallelujah.
Listen below to the song "Sunday" by Tree63. May it become a moment of worship & gratitude today. Don't think you don't have time to hear the message, friend. He took a lot of time for you thousands of years ago "today," won't you give him a few moments of yours?
Broken promises, weary hearts But one promise remains Crucified, He will come again It’s Friday but Sunday is coming
I'm a sports lovin' country livin', girly-tomboy who along with my southern born & bred hubby are filling empty chairs & empty rooms of our home with children that the Lord has called to be our own. This blog is our public testimony.
