General update

Well the interviewing will begin this week for our homestudy. Lisa has her first interview this Friday, my first interview will be the following Friday. Then the agency will be coming to our home for the safety inspection and interviews with our 4 kids. That should be fun. We received our passports in the mail and we have sent out our immigration paperwork. Things are progressing. Also, I wanted to pass along a couple of blessings we received this past week. A couple from our church who are dear to us came up to Lisa and gave her a $300 check for our adoption. Then, another couple we are very close to gave us a $100 check for a $65 massage that was donated to us for the adoption. That is $400 in less than a week. God is faithful and he will provide! I hope you all had a blessed Thanksgiving. God Bless.

Small Fundraiser

We are having another small fundraiser right now. We are selling candles. Our goal is to sell $1500 which would raise $750 for us. We get 50% of the sales. These are the home interior candles that many people love. Scents like mulberry, baked apple pie etc etc. If you would like to help sell let us know, or if you would just like to buy some that would be great also. They make nice Christmas gifts.

Transformed by an orphan

We got this in an email today from Dennis Raineys ministry about orphans, I thought I would share it below:


At the orphanage, Karen tried to reach the somber little boy with a new toy, then another…and then candy, but nothing could penetrate his pain, nothing could make him smile. Then she saw his hands…little hands scarred from repeated burning.
Overwhelmed with emotion, she stole away to the van to quietly face her own pain at what she had seen. This is how she describes what happened next:
“I looked up and there was the boy with a missing smile . . . He extended his hands to me, his burned brown hands. I took my wipe and cleaned each of his precious palms . . . the language barrier crumbled as I was just a mom caring for a boy’s hand the way they should be cared for. It wasn’t the shoes, or the toy or candy . . . it was a simple act of love, and the boy who lost his smile, found it. He hugged me tight and called me Amiga . . . friend. The smile he gave me was more precious than any gift I had offered him . . . I had been transformed by an orphan; I was conquered by a smile.”