This past weekend we had our
dessert auction and spaghetti supper to raise adoption money for the Davis and
Lytle families. It was a huge
success. The members of Bethel church
are such a generous, caring and loving part of our extended family. I am so blessed to be a part of this group of
people. I don’t know the total number of
people that attended, but I do know that a small group of people generously
gave $1,942 for the adoption cause. Our
auction is a little unique in that we do not have the desserts at the event,
but people buy the opportunity to get the donated dessert when it is most
convenient for them. That way, if you
leave with five desserts, you will not go into a sugar coma the next week. You can space it out over a period of
time. Well, this year we had a donation
of BBQ bologna. That sounds like a really weird item for a dessert auction, but
it was clearly what the people had been longing for. (Michael wrote that last
line in case you couldn’t tell) Michael hates sliced bologna but he loves this
stuff. This tastes so different and in
the words of my friend Todd Ford, if you put it on your head and tie your hands
behind your back, your tongue will beat your brains out trying to get to
it. We had two three pound “chubs.” The first one went for $85.00 and the second
went for $103.00. It was such a hit that
two others donated $75.00 each for one as well.
Yesterday, I went to the Doctor to
have paperwork filled out for our home study. I must have verification from a doctor
and blood work to prove that I am healthy and disease free. After sitting in the waiting room for well
over an hour and watching the drama unfold with another patient, I was glad to
FINALLY be called back. Once I got in
the room it was several more minutes before the Dr. came in because the drama
queen in the waiting room got bumped ahead of me. I am typically pretty patient in these
matters, but we had a dinner to go to that started at 6:30 so I was getting
pretty antsy because his office is well over an hour away from my house. At 4:30 I started to panic a bit. When my Dr. finally came in, he asked about
this home study. He asked what country we
were adopting from, so I answered the Congo.
He asked if we had talked about this before and I said no. Turns out he lived 10 years of his early
childhood in the Congo. His sister-in-
law has adopted from there and they are waiting for exit visas to be issued
again to bring their child home. After
that conversation, I didn’t care that I had waited over two and a half hours
and even when the nurse wasn’t able to draw blood, because apparently I was all
“dried” up, I was thankful for that little nod from heaven. I do not believe in coincidences. I believe that every good thing comes from
the Lord and that he cares about EVERY SINGLE aspect of my life. I am thankful for the little gifts that God
gives each day to say “keep walking with Me in this small world for I am much
bigger than you can even imagine.”
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