Monthly Archives: December 2012

A Place Called Simplicity

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Linny Saunders at A Place Called Simplicity is running an amazing contest!
1. Tell us a bit about the child you are adopting – including this treasure’s age and name {Please post a picture if allowed.}Cederick John is 6 years old and he’s from the Philippines. He is very small, only 30 pounds and he is awesome! =)
Sorry, no pictures are allowed on the internet, so you’ll have to take my word for it that he is the cutest Filipino to ever exist.

2. Is the child you are adopting considered “Special Needs”?
Yes he is. He has global developmental delay.

3. What country or geographic area are you adopting from?
The Philippines

4. Have you adopted before?
No, this is our first adoption. (we are sooooo excited!)

5. How close to travel are you?
We anticipate traveling sometime next month! Eek!!!

6. Do you attend church regularly? If so, what type of church is it?
Absolutely! We are very involved in our Baptist church.

7. Do you tithe with each pay {at least the scriptural standard of 10%}?
We do. We feel it’s not our money, it’s God’s.

8. This week, did you participate in any way with the day of Praise, Prayer by giving praise on the link and then posting your request?
No, unfortunately, this is the first time this week that I have read your blog.

9. Have you read the entire Deadbeat Dad series? {Yes or No} Please read it in full, so you can better understand the heart of God for stewarding the money He has graciously gifted us with.
It is a four part series and can be found here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Absolutely, and loved them! They truly gave me great encouragement.

10. How did you hear about this Link up we are having?
My friend told me. =)

11. Is there anything, briefly, that you would like to share with our orphan-lovin’, God-honorin’, Jesus worshippin’ bloggy friends reading this?
We have 4 bio kiddos. Our youngest daughter has congenital glaucoma. Before she was 2, she had had 14 eye surgeries. We saw Cedi’s picture and we felt God was asking us to step out in faith, but we felt it would be highly irresponsible of us with a child that needed so many surgeries and care. We talked and prayed and prayed and talked, and we just couldn’t get away from the feeling that God was asking this of us. We stepped out in faith. TWO WEEKS after we sent in our letter of intent to adopt Cedi, our daughter had an exam under anesethia. The Dr. came out and informed us that he could not explain this medically but she showed NO MORE signs of glaucoma!!! Our God is so kind. He had so much in store for us, we just had to trust Him.

Finally, understanding that each gift received through this “Response Time” has been entrusted generously for our use from our loving Father, we promise, in the unlikely event that we would be unable to or decide not to adopt the children we are advocating for, we promise to return all of the money gifted to us as a result of this link to International Voice of the Orphan so they can, at their discretion, give to other families currently adopting.

{Please place your initials on the line.}
Yes, I will submit__ER____ No, I am unable to submit to this ________

If you are a “1”, then copy, paste the above questions, answer each, link to our Place Called Simplicity and I will have the post up tomorrow for you to link to.

This day

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“A Father to the fatherless, and a judge of the widows, is God in His holy habitation.  God setteth the solitary in families:”  Ps. 68:5-6a

Today I met her for the first time over the phone.  Meeting her was like unwrapping a beautiful, unexpected gift.  She has known and volunteered with our Cedi boy since he was first brought to his orphanage as a 4 pound baby.

I’m learning there is a grief in adoption when it comes to your child’s past and you know absolutely nothing about it.  It startled me how much that part hurts.  My experience in parenthood has been being completely immersed in every second of their lives.  His life has been different.  He has 6 years that I will never know.  To find someone who knows and is willing to share those years with me is a connector piece between me and his missing years.  It is beautiful.  It is painful.

Today, I found her, my connector piece.  She shared with me stories that no file could contain.  She shared with me HIM.  I have read how he was sick when he was an infant, but to hear it from the woman who was nurse to him, and helped to make the decisions, was so very different from reading it in a file.

Today she told me about the infection that surrounded his heart.  She told me he needed heart surgery, but the money was not there.  She told me that his caregivers took 24 hour shifts sleeping on the floors of his hospital room so that he would never have to be alone.  She told me that when he came home and they realized there was nothing more they could do for him, they decided the one thing they could give him was love.  He was sent home to die, but he would know love.  They loved him well.  They fed him and cared for him and poured themselves into him.  Against all of the odds, against all of the understanding of the medical professionals, he got better.  In those dark hours HE was a Father to my fatherless boy.  He was watching, He was healing, and He was loving.  Maybe the best medicine for fatherless children, is indeed love.

Today she told me how he could not walk for a long time and they worried about him.  And so, one sweet man who acts as a papa to the children of the orphanage, made him parallel bars and a walker.  They worked with him and loved him.  He not only learned to walk, but he now runs and is in constant motion as all little boys should be.

I cried as I listened to her stories.  I cried for all that I had missed.  I cried for the mother that should have been there, but wasn’t.  I cried for all of the love the wonderful caregivers lavished on him.  And I cried because I am so humbled that God would give me a turn to love this amazing boy.  I am thankful that in the years that I was not there, he had a Father in heaven that was watching over him.  And I am thankful that that same Father, sets the lonely in families.   He has a beautiful work started in this little boy, and I believe it’s only just begun.