Aftermath of an epic sale...

I've been sitting here for awhile, typing and then deleting...trying to come up with the best intro for this, and am having no luck. I don't even know where to start! This might be a long post...you might want to have a mug of tea with you before you start reading...

As you know, this past weekend was the garage sale. When we got to the church on Thursday night to help price and sort, Mike and I both stood in the doorway for a second, totally blown away at the amount of stuff that we saw. It was truly shocking, I kid you not. Items were everywhere...covering the main floor, up the stairs, on the landing, up more stairs, and on the second floor. This amount did not include the three drop off loads that were brought later on, nor the three truck and trailer loads that were still in our basement and in the house of the other couple who is adopting. Insane. I will be the first to tell you that it was a little (and at times, a lot) overwhelming at times. But, at the end of that night...I was reminded of the old hymn lyrics of "Count your blessings, name them one by one".

To be honest, I wasn't sure what to expect the first day of the sale. I kinda figured that we would pull everything out there, have moments of busyness and then those moments of no one, and that it would kinda go on in that pattern. However, that "on and off" crowd was not the case. The hours we had set for Friday was 9:30am-5:30pm, but as we pulled things out of church in the wee hours of the morning, people started to pull into the parking lot and look around. By 8:05am, we had made our first sale (a $2 item) and until the last item was put into the church that night at 6:10pm, we had no less that 5 people looking around. At one point, we had over 30 people looking around and a line of 5 people waiting to pay. I have NEVER seen a garage sale like this. It was crazy. But, we made over $2000 on Friday. Saturday was a little slower, but not much.  We still saw a very steady crowd of people...our first item sold almost right away. We made almost $1800 that day. So total, we made  almost $4000 in two days. Split between the two families that are adopting, we are each able to add almost $2000 to our adoption accounts. 

People's love and support were breath-taking. My parents spent the whole weekend in Holland, selling things and running the cash box, helping to load and unload items. A friend from church made and sold egg rolls and fried rice during the lunch hours. A woman in our small group made and sold cupcakes and another woman from our small group made and sold headbands. Friends and family donated items and then stayed to help us price and organize them! Two other couples, also from our small group, gave three days of their time to organize, sort, move, and sell. People from church came to look around and buy items, then came back with more items to sell! Most of the customers who we didn't know were kind and supportive of the reason we were there. People gave and smiled. Every dollar was a blessing. It was a crazy, busy, very exhausting, and at points rainy, two days but it was nothing less that incredible.

The amount that is being added to our adoption account is amazing. Who makes almost $4000 from a garage sale?? The total amount that we now have in our account isn't enough for us to send it in with all the paper work, but we are now $2000 closer than we were Friday morning. We are $2000 closer to holding our baby in our arms and being able to kiss their precious cheeks...$2000 closer to being a family of three with our sweet baby at home. I can't wait for that day.

The Lord showed me what it means to be a cheerful giver this weekend. He showed me that people are all around us, loving and supporting. He showed me that He provides. He showed me that He is gracious, and patient, and 100% in control, even when I think I should be the one in charge. He taught me so much, and I am humbled and thankful for all of it. I am so thankful to everyone who prayed for us, donated items, gave of their time, supported, and blessed us. These typed words will never fully express that. Mike and I thank the Lord for each of you...this journey is hard and scary, but your love and support is amazing. Thank you for being a part of our family.

step by step...

Step by step. Moment by moment.

This is the way God has been leading us on this journey of adoption.  At times I am fine with it and times I want to see the whole map.  I want to know how everything ends.

As we prepare for this garage sale, I want to know all of the next steps.  I want to know everything that is going to happen.  I want to know how much will be raised, I want to know if that amount will be enough to send in the formal application and home studies done.  Yet, I don't know any of that, all I know is we are going to have the garage sale this weekend.

I reminded that I am not in control.  Not at all.  God called us on this journey and we are taking it step by step. God is the one in control, He knows every step, He has all of them planned out.  Every single one.  He hasn't missed a step.  All Natalie and I have to do is to follow.

Step by step.  Moment by moment.

Think Big.

Here we are...week of the garage sale. We open for "business" Friday morning and I am excited to see how God works the two days of the sale because the ways He has provided so far has been amazing. People have been so generous...donating items that they have, donating things that they make, offering to help with pricing, with signs, with sales, and with their time during the sales. When I stop and think about it, I am humbled into a sweet peace....

"but Mary kept all these things in her heart and thought about them often."

(Luke 2:19)

So here's the reason for the title of this post: Think Big. I feel like we are called to ask big things when we pray. However...I have a hard time with that. And as I sit here, realizing the extent of my hesitation, I have come up with the reasons that I struggle with asking "big things" of God. I struggle with it because I sometimes feel like if I am constantly asking "big things", I might annoy God. I struggle with it because I feel like I might use up all my requests. I struggle with it because I feel like God has bigger things to worry about than what seems "big" in my life. I struggle with it because I am fearful of Him not answering in the way I want. I struggle with it because I am afraid that He won't show up and I will look foolish. I struggle with it because I do not realize the extent of His love for me. (Before I go on, can I just say how not fun writing all that out was? Good grief...talk about humbling!!)

I struggle with asking big things for a number of reasons, as you can see...but, just because I am uncomfortable with it, doesn't mean that I am not called to do it. He answers prayer and He cares for me. He has not ignored or punished me for asking things of Him, nor has He failed to answer them. Now, the answers have not always been the "go ahead" that I might have been looking for, but His answers are always in love and for my good and for His glory. Just look at our adoption journey so far....He has been there with each and every step. 

So, here I sit...still struggling with asking for big, specific things. But, as I struggle, I feel His grace. My "big, specific prayer request" is that after this weekend is over, we have enough money for the first quater of adoption fees. (Eeekk...seeing that on the screen makes me a little nervous and the urge to hit that "delete" button is very strong! Keep going, Natalie!)

I am praying that by Sunday, we have enough money in our "Baby Account" that we can send all the paper work we finished and the money due with that paper work in. I am praying that He provides in big ways...I am praying for guidance and His will...and I am thanking Him for His grace and mercy because I know I will struggle all weekend! (Thank goodness He is patient with me!) I am praying that through the sale this weekend that He is seen, that friendships are made, that we are faithful to give Him all the glory. 

I believe. I know He will continue to knit this all together, just the way it's supossed to look. No matter what...I believe. To HIM be the glory...now and forever.

not alone.

One of the most amazing things I have experienced along this journey is the love and support of those around Natalie and I.

At moments when I have felt most alone, God has sent someone to remind us we are not alone. God has used His people to be His hands and feet to us.

It is great to have people tell us they have seen our blog and ask us more about our journey. When they ask we love to tell them, we love having others share in this journey.  This is not our journey, it is God's  journey he has entrusted to us and we want to share it with whoever we can. In the end we want people to see God through our adoption.

The other thing I love is when our child comes home he/she will have a community here that loves and cares for them. They will have people who have been praying for them for such a long time.

As I am writing this I am sensing I am writing this for me, as a reminder when I feel alone. Most of all I am writing to say thank you for encouraging us in our journey so far.

Desperate.

It's dark and rainy outside, I have another 2 hours of free time, and I have about 20 different things that I "should be" doing...however, I feel the need to write, so that's what I'm doing to do. Two posts in one week - whoohoo!

I find that after I share my heart with people about this adoption, I am almost always overcome with the reality of my unworthiness...my severe lacking in trust, in faith, in grace, and every other thing that the Lord is, and I am very obviously not. Sometimes I feel like a fraud in this because I tell people what the Lord has been and still is doing, how He is providing, and what our hopes are. I get amazed at our story, because it truly is AMAZING. Then, I sit here after and realize that even after telling people of the great things that He is doing - I still doubt. I still try and run the show. I still question and I get frustrated. I want to shake people sometimes and make them see and then other times, I want to throw my arms up in the air and quit. I forget and loose sight of the goal and loose my grip on Him. I'm a jerk. It's like the verse that talks about looking in the mirror than walking away, totally forgetting what I look like. I am an Israelite, who has been freed from slavery, walking through the desert to the promised land and having my daily needs met without fail, but choosing to be blind to all the blessings and miracles. Seriously?

I am reminded of my unworthiness to be even a fleeting thought in the mind our Lord. I deserve nothing good...I am a brat that, in reality, should be put in the corner by myself for an eternal time out. But, for reasons none other that because He loves me, He extends Grace and Mercy to me. Daily. Hourly. By the minute and every second that I am here. I'm glad that I'm not God because I for sure wouldn't do the same. I shouldn't waste my time on me. (Be thankful for that people, I would be the worst God EVER). Sometimes, I feel like He shouldn't waste His time on me either - epsecially with how often I have to come to Him with my dark, cold heart.

I don't want to be a hypocrite...I don't want to write and speak about His Goodness and Faithfulness and then have these struggles. It's irritating and I wish so much that I could just learn and that would be it. That, however, doesn't seem to be the case. But, I guess these struggles are how He continues to mold me...He cleanses my lips with hot coals. He breaks down my pride and my selfishness and my lack of trust and He replaces it with Him. Discipline and learning are not painless. I hear though, that He disciplines the ones He loves....

 "...and you have forgotten the exhortation which is addressed to you as sons, "MY SON, DO NOT REGARD LIGHTLY THE DISCIPLINE OF THE LORD, NOR FAINT WHEN YOU ARE REPROVED BY HIM; FOR THOSE WHOM THE LORD LOVES HE DISCIPLINES, AND HE SCOURGES EVERY SON WHOM HE RECEIVES." It is for discipline that you endure; God deals with you as with sons; for what son is there whom his father does not discipline?" (Hebrews 12:5-7)

So that's the truth about me. I know that in spite of me and my "all over the grid thoughts and attitudes", God will make His name great in our story. He is not done with me and I am thankful for that. He gives HOPE and extends forgiveness, no matter how many times I come to Him with the same struggle. And I do struggle...and I will continue to struggle. But, He continues to pursue me with His love. A love that calls to my soul and that calls me to strive to be more like Him. And I really do desire that...but, I know that sometimes my thoughts, words, and actions don't show it. He won't give up...He is always working His plan...even when I choose to try and hide myself in the dark places. He has been, is, and will be there. I am desperate for Him.

Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;
As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.

Great is Thy faithfulness!
Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see.
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide; 
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

The Family of God...

Throughout my teenaged years, and some of my 20s, I spent my summers out in Colorado at Twin Peaks Bible Camp- first as a camper, then as a counselor. It was there, my very first summer out there, as I sat on the mini golf course by myself one night, that I felt God calling me to do something bigger than I could imagine. I didn't know what He was calling me to, I just knew that His plans were greater than mine could ever be.

Every morning at camp, we would all gather around the flag pole and raise the flag, say the pledge, and pray. We would also sing "I'm so glad, I'm a part of the family of God. I've been washed in the fountain, cleansed by His blood. Joint heirs with Jesus as we travel this sod - for I'm part of the family...the family of God." (Before I get to my main point, I would like to point out that until I was about 19, I thought the words were "join ears with Jesus as we travel this song...") It makes much more sense with the correct words...

On to my point. The family of God. Since deciding to do the garage sale, I have seen so many people help out and love as a family would do. Some actually are family, some friends, and some are people that I don't know...but all are showing me Jesus. The family of God has loved, supported, and prayed with and for us.

The family of God has also meant something a little different to me this past year. Mike and I pray that our baby's parents and caregivers all know Jesus...and that one day, maybe not here in this life, we will all be reunited together with Jesus. A big 'ole family reunion. The family of God. So many who loved Jesus and because of that love, gave life to our child. Our baby (as an orphan) has a bigger family than they might ever know.

A family should work together for the good of everyone in the family because they genuinely love and care for each other. Part of the reason that I love this journal is because I want to be reminded of things like this as I go through life. I am so blessed to have you all be a part of our family.

A little Sunday afternoon update...

I have been thinking about this blog for the past week or so and saying "I need to write in there". I like the idea of being able to look back on these words years from now and see how the Lord provided and moved. I can already do that from what I have written since our journey started.  Writing has also become a way for me to clear my head. It is something that soothes my soul and helps me organize my feelings...sometimes, I find myself writing whole entries in my head if I don't have time to sit down at the computer and update. This journal has become a way of worship and extremely therapeutic for me!

The Lord has guided and provided for us since my last entry. Along with another couple from our church, who are in the process of adopting a little girl from China, we have decided to hold a big 'ole garage sale in the parking lot of our church.(September 6th and 7th for all you local people who want to buy our stuff!) ;-)  Different people from the church have said they will donate things they have made or they have, and all the proceeds go to of the families adoptions and to the adoption fund that is being started at the church. Our hope is that this can become an annual event, building the adoption fund and helping to bring more children home. Mike and I had some things for the garage sale, but not much...with every move, I like to go through our things and donate what we haven't used. (I hate clutter) However, my parents brought over things to donate to the garage sale and other friends have been so generous, saying that they have things to donate as well! While this garage sale probably won't bring in the entire amount that we need (that would take people wanting to pay like $100 for a used book, haha!), this will help and every little bit helps. 

We also want to eventually start a tax-deductible fund through an organization that supports adoptive families...giving families a way to help out in their local community, while raising awareness and money from helping other people in their community. We need to be to a certain point in our adoption process to sign up with organizations like that however, so for now we have set up a PayPal account and linked it to this blog. I don't want you, as friends, to feel like we expect anyone to donate money to this or that these writings are a way to just advertise. I cherish my relationships with you all and there are no words to express how grateful I am for the support we have received from people who read and follow our story. We feel your prayers and the kindness and love we have been shown is extraordinary. Please don't ever stop. The further we go into is process, the more we will need! As I wrote before, this is journey of ups and downs...and we know it will continue in that roller coaster way. If you feel like you would like to donate money, we thank you. No matter what the support is that you show our little family, you a playing a huge role. <3