A Confession and An Invitation

*This post was written in response to some of the feedback that came in from the Brunch, Tears, and the Question “Who Will Go?” post, which I wrote a couple of weeks ago. (To see some of the responses go to A Response)

“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with on another in love.  Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.”   Ephesians 3:2

I admit it. I am not humble, gentle, patient, or loving. I am judgemental.  I am bitter.  I am at a loss to as to how to reconcile the vast differences I see in the poverty of the inner city (and THAT isn’t even real poverty compared to Ethiopia, or India, or Guatamala) and the wealth that I am now surrounded by (and I’m not even in the super wealthy part of Orlando).  My heart is deceitful.  My mind is confused.  I fail.  I grapple.  I’m sifting through all I have witnessed, the pain that people continue to live through, the systems that perpetually keep people in poverty of mind, heart, soul, and body.  I know there is hurt in the suburbs.  I know there is brokenness and struggle and cancer and divorce.  But when you go into an inner city setting or to India or to Ethiopia, it is in such a concentrated form that your eyes are opened to the “common grace” that we have taken for granted in the suburbs.

I am processing a cross-cultural experience right now.  My first cross-cultural experience was entering into the ghetto.  And believe me, it wasn’t pretty. I went in trying to help, trying to bring people to Christ, trying to teach them how to live. I came in to be their savior. I failed to love unconditionally, I failed to really understand, I failed to show grace.  It was so painful-I was stretched, broken, shaken to the core by the immense need and the ability of my neighbors to suck even last ounce of anything from me. But in it God started lifting a veil for me.  A veil of how self-serving my Christian walk had been.  How self-absorbed my spirituality had been.  How darn selfish I had been. (some of these musings can be found here. ) God started lifting the veil that had been hiding a “blind spot” in my life. I had always loved Jesus and wanted to serve him, I just didn’t realize that my desire to serve Him was only manifesting itself in a desire to serve others exactly like myself. (how convenient!)  Now He has moved me back to the suburbs where I am now going through the cross-cultural experience of “re-entry”. And again, it isn’t pretty. The Lord just continues to lead me down this journey of exposing the dark places of my heart.  The first part of of Isaiah 58 describes me well:

“Shout it aloud, do not hold back.
Raise your voice like a trumpet.
Declare to my people their rebellion
and to the descendants of Jacob their sins.
2 For day after day they seek me out;
they seem eager to know my ways,
as if they were a nation that does what is right
and has not forsaken the commands of its God.
They ask me for just decisions
and seem eager for God to come near them.
3 ‘Why have we fasted,’ they say,
‘and you have not seen it?
Why have we humbled ourselves,
and you have not noticed?’

“Yet on the day of your fasting, you do as you please
and exploit all your workers.
4 Your fasting ends in quarreling and strife,
and in striking each other with wicked fists.
You cannot fast as you do today
and expect your voice to be heard on high.
5 Is this the kind of fast I have chosen,
only a day for people to humble themselves?
Is it only for bowing one’s head like a reed
and for lying in sackcloth and ashes?
Is that what you call a fast,
a day acceptable to the LORD?

And the second part reveals the “veil remover”.  The spending oneself that ends in actually finding oneself.  I’ve only begun to crack the lid on this one.  It is an awesome, hard journey. At times I am miserable on it. At times I find my self-righteousness in it and start pointing fingers.  But it continues to bring me to my knees, crying to the Lord, “Keep dragging me through the fire, no matter how much my flesh kicks and screams, I want that healing, that light, that supernatural nourishment that always seems to come when I am spending myself.”  And when I spend myself, I come to the end of myself. the end of my own little world that seems so important to me. the end of my own righteousness-constructing efforts.  the end of me.  and there I find Jesus.  I find a Man Resurrected that proved His Godhood in that resurrection.  I find the Risen Christ’s Spirit that has somehow, miraculously decided to come live in me.  I find a Humble King who takes up residency among the poor.  I find Him on the streets of Newark.  I find Him in the margins. I find Him among the outcast.  We are all broken, poor outcasts inwardly, but there is something about working among them in real life, in physical reality that turns this often-only-mind-truth into a physical one and then a heart one.  And what may have been a harsh lashing out in my Brunch post, is really a question and invitation. May I invite you to join me on this journey? There is healing in the journey.  And God’s presence in the journey. and repentance, and refreshment, and glorious restoration in it.  The kind only God could work, as we spend ourselves.

“Is not this the kind of fasting I have chosen:
to loose the chains of injustice
and untie the cords of the yoke,
to set the oppressed free
and break every yoke?
7 Is it not to share your food with the hungry
and to provide the poor wanderer with shelter—
when you see the naked, to clothe them,
and not to turn away from your own flesh and blood?
8 Then your light will break forth like the dawn,
and your healing will quickly appear;
then your righteousness[a] will go before you,
and the glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.
9 Then you will call, and the LORD will answer;
you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I.

“If you do away with the yoke of oppression,
with the pointing finger and malicious talk,
10 and if you spend yourselves in behalf of the hungry
and satisfy the needs of the oppressed,
then your light will rise in the darkness,
and your night will become like the noonday.
11 The LORD will guide you always;
he will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land
and will strengthen your frame.
You will be like a well-watered garden,
like a spring whose waters never fail.
12 Your people will rebuild the ancient ruins
and will raise up the age-old foundations;
you will be called Repairer of Broken Walls,
Restorer of Streets with Dwellings.

Katy-Grace Growing Up

I thought these two videos of subsequent Easters was a funny juxtaposition of our sweet and crazy Katy-Grace. She can be such a joy and delight, and yet such a handful…We’re praying that God will take all that fire in her and funnel it for the Kingdom.  By the time she’s twenty she should be the most compassionate young woman you’ve ever met, if God answers all of our prayers (multiple times a day, after each disciplining!) that He would turn her hands (and teethe) into vehicles of compassion and mercy (instead of what they often are used for, of late).


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Danny on TV!!!

Danny was recently interviewed by a local Christian TV station regarding his trip to Japan in March.

** Side note: Just today our neighbor from Columbia (who speaks broken English) came over and said that he saw this on TV today.  He said he was really trying to focus on what Danny was saying. Then he told me he wants to give Danny a special English/Spanish book so that Danny can learn Spanish and tell people about Jesus in Spanish, too!  We’ve been praying that we would be a LIGHT in our neighborhood and the Lord has been answering those prayers and gradually opening doors!!

Check it out! (if it is slow click on the link below, it may be faster)

The Good Life – Danny Iverson/ Bart Johnson – GLB512 from The Good Life on Vimeo.

visit www.spendyourself.org to find out ways you can keep helping Japan

A Response

Here is a response to my last post, A Brunch, Tears, and the Question “Who will go?” .  I wanted to share it with everyone because this woman labored hard for the Gospel in Japan and attained much wisdom through her years of cross-cultural ministry to the second-largest unreached people group in the world, the Japanese.

Kimberly, I resonate with so much of what you wrote. Having spent 16 of the past 17 years in (or preparing to return to) Japan, and now re-adjusting to life in these United States, I’ve noticed some of the things you mentioned, both your observations of American Christian culture and your observations of our hearts.

When I returned to the States two summers ago for a year of Home Ministry Assignment, I attended my share of missions conferences, with the ladies’ brunches, dinners, etc. Some of them were decorated, but for the most part it was a missions theme, maps, globes, artifacts, etc. Then God re-directed me, and I am now married, living in the Midwest, and settling in to life here in the U.S.A. And I’ve experienced other types of brunches.

Shortly after our wedding, we planned a local wedding reception here at my husband’s home church, for people who hadn’t been able to travel South for our wedding. I really struggled with moving forward on the plans for it, and wondered why. If it had been in Japan, I would have jumped in with both feet to plan it, but here … what was the point?

Was anyone going to come to a church building for the first time? Was anyone going to hear the Word of God for the first time? Was there going to be ANY outreach woven into the event? EVERYthing our team does in Japan is to support the goal of a thriving, reproducing church planting movement. I find it hard to get motivated to help out in ministries here that don’t have such a specific and strategic purpose.

Recently our church was looking for people to help with a mother-daughter banquet. I asked a friend who grew up in the church what the purpose of the banquet is. She could not tell me. It turns out I’ll be out of town the day of the banquet, so I couldn’t help anyway, but I’m definitely trying to figure out how to get involved with ministries in the local American church, without compromising my desire to be involved in intentional ministry.

Last fall I attended two church women’s events in the area, and experienced culture shock, as I saw the magnitude of the decorations, favors, food, etc. The standard for “nice” seemed higher than necessary, or at least DISproportional to how much spiritual food was offered by the speakers. Shortly after one of the events, we were with another couple, when the husband asked his wife how the retreat had been. She hesitated, and said, “It was fun, with just enough Bible thrown in to make it a Christian meeting.”

 Your sister-in-law Maggie responded to your brunch blog, by writing that she has been “ruined for this world.

 What a privilege to be ruined for this world! I think it’s how Jesus wants His followers to be. And if He wants that, then I think it’s a guarantee that He will give grace for each step, on a path that seems so unfamiliar after we’ve grown up in a comfortable American lifestyle. Maggie writes that she is praying against a self-righteous critical spirit; that is the step where I almost always stumble. How sad is it that it’s so easy to want to do intentional, meaningful ministry like Christ did WITHOUT a heart of love for those around us?

Besides reading God’s word and spending time with Him, one thing that helps me see the blindspots of my comfort is to read blogs like yours and Maggie’s and to read biographies of saints who went before and gave up creature comforts in order to go to the ends of the world. You (and they) are my eyes and ears … a “show and tell” of sorts to move my eyes off of this little corner of America. Keep telling your story!


A Brunch, Tears, and the Question “Who will go?”

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Bright flashes of color adorned the tables.
Clever “Bloom where you are planted” signs were posted.
Decorated seed packets were set as reminders.
A delicious menu was planned.
A panelist of women speakers was scheduled.
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Everything we ready for the End of the Year Women’s brunch for the seminary wives and female students. I had worked hard and allowed my creative juices to flow to make this a special morning for graduates and wives of graduates.  I was pleased with how things were turning out.
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But, at 8 am the morning of, why could I not stop crying?  Why were waves of frustration, despair, anger, and bitterness spilling out of me in the form of non-stop weeping?
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The last time I had coordinated an event like this one, it was for women who have absolutely no support system.  It was for women who would ask for every ounce of the leftovers to take home to their hungry family.  It was to proclaim hope in Christ to women who had been sexually abused as little girls, grown up floating from one abusive relationship to the next, all the while accumulating more and more children along the way, who they were desperately trying to care for in the midst of  being broken and hurting and POOR in the process–Women who are heroes in my eyes as they daily face the challenges of trying to raise kids in a gang-ridden, drug trafficking, dirty, dangerous city.  It was for these women that it was my joy to serve them and do something special for them when LITERALLY NO ONE ELSE served them. ever.
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And now, here I am doing it for women who could have eaten breakfast at home (they have refrigerators full of food).  Women who could have just called a Christian friend to chat with and pray with instead of attending the event. Women who have the option of tons of different Bible studies, support groups, book clubs, Sunday school classes where they could have been fed rich wisdom from the Word and been inspired. Don’t get me wrong, these women have become dear to me.  I admire their walks with God and their servant’s hearts.
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But that morning, something in me cried, “THERE IS SOMETHING SO WRONG WITH THIS SITUATION!!!”
Why is it that every where you turn there is a Christian church, a Christian Bible Study ministry, a Christian homeschool co-op, a Christian book club and who knows what other Christian thing to do here?
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Why is there NOTHING in Newark (and many other inner city places in America) or in Bali, Indonesia, or Bangladesh, or southern Thailand???  Ok, maybe not NOTHING. Maybe one or two brave souls who have ventured out into these dark, deserted, forgotten places that are parched and thirsty for the eternal waters that God has promised to pour out from us.
 Why is it that in this area there is SO much wealth of Christian knowledge, resources, or church plants being started?
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Meanwhile, little girls are getting raped in my neighborhood.  Teenage girls are deciding to have abortions because there is no one telling them the truth that the little baby inside of them is just that, a baby.  Young men long for male affirmation, and since they don’t even know of of a God-fearing Christian man to get it from, they find it in the local homie who affirms them for mugging the Mexican on his way home from work.
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Saturday morning I was crying out to God, “Are you not calling loud enough?!?!” Who will go? Who will respond to the call to death? death of comfort. death of stability. death of security. death of a paycheck, health insurance and a parsonage. death of staying close to family and friends.  WHO WILL DIE?????
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If anyone is waiting for “the call” on what God wants you to do with that your life, your education, your gifts and abilities,
I just read it.
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Therefore GO and make disciples of ALL NATIONS (not just the Southeastern United States, also known as the Bible belt)
Matthew 28:19
or
“Whoever wants to be my disciple must DENY THEMSELVES and take up their cross and follow me.”
Matthew 16:24
or
“If anyone does not hate his father and mother, wife and children, brothers and sisters-yes, even their own life-such a person cannot be my disciple.” (yes, this means that you may not end up in the same state or even country as your parents)
Luke 14:26
or
“Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.” (I know a whole lot of practical “orphans” and “widows” in Newark right now, and I have found that in the very caring of them, THAT is the key to keeping from being polluted by the world’s wisperings for more comfort, more security, more safety.)
James 1:27
or
“May God be gracious to us and bless us and make his face shine upon us (if you live in America and you know Christ this has already happened!) THAT your ways may be known ON EARTH, your salvation AMONG ALL NATIONS.” (not so that it can all be horded in one place)
Psalm 67:1-2
This may sound bitter. and angry. and judgmental.  maybe it is. but maybe it is burning passion from God welling up in me that must find a voice. an outlet. a platform. WHO WILL GO????
“Then I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?”
And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
He said, “GO and tell this people:
Be ever hearing, but never understanding;
be ever seeing, but never perceiving/
Make the heart of this people calloused;
make their ears dull and close their eyes.
Otherwise they might see with their eyes,
hear with their ears,
understand with their hearts,
and
TURN
and
BE HEALED.
Isaiah 6:8-10
**My remarkable sister-in-law, who left home, friends, and family to go with her husband, two kids (and now another one on the way), to Southeast Asia wrote a response to this post.  Her perspective is so timely and eloquently written as she writes from one who has lived in a third world country for the past six months.

The Adulteress

This is a continuation of my musings in The Meanest Mommy on the Block and probably the root of why I end up being so tired and short with my kids.

Several days after my grown-up temper tantrum and exasperation with my children, I was having my quiet time and these words popped out to me as I opened my Bible:

her feet never stay at home;

now in the street, now in the squares,

at every corner she lurks”

As, my eyes skimmed up to the top of the page to see where I had even landed, I realized I was in Proverbs 7 “Warning Against the Adulteress.”

And that’s when my brain started turning and my heart started repenting.

I may not be a physical or sexual adulteress, but I can very easily be an adulteress with my TIME.  I so quickly want to yield my time to different “great, worthy causes for the Kingdom” or even to just getting alot of stuff accomplished.  But this is not my time to give.  It has already been pledged, married to another.

First, it has been pledged to those early morning appointments, when I get to sit at the feet of my Savior and allow His life to be breathed afresh in me.  But I often cheat Him (and me!) of those times, by staying up too late and then hitting the snooze button several times the next morning.

Secondly, I cheat my sweet husband. I remember it vividly.  The week before our enormous yard sale I was diligently working on Craigslist postings, and Danny comes home at 10pm after a long day of work.  I muttered a “hey, babe” and DID NOT EVEN LOOK UP FROM MY COMPUTER AT HIM. Thats adultery. of another kind. My feet were not at home. My heart was not at home, I was off dreaming up big dreams and working hard to accomplish them.  I was “now in the streets, now in the squares” , NOT by my husband’s side being the helpmate that I was created and designed to be.  He was not my first mission, and he could feel it.

Then, there are the kids, who need their Mommy’s attention, and patience, and discipline, and outpouring, and labor.  Yes, they need my labor.  They need their clothes washed, folded, put away.  They need their meals made and cleaned up after.  They need my physical energies being put into creating (and more challenging, maintaining!) a place of order in which to grow, explore, imagine, develop, and learn.

There is only so much of me.

When I immediately volunteer myself for different servant roles, when I dream up big projects to do to help others, when I keep running myself on adrenaline so that I can manage to say “yes” to every event, I am using up what has already been put on the altar. It has been pledged ON the altar of sacrifice “Therefore, in view of God’s mercy, present your bodies as living sacrifices” and AT the altar of my wedding to my Darling “Wives, submit to your husbands as to the Lord.”

And when “my feet never stay at home” and I am “now in the street, now in the squares” I am giving myself to a lesser lover.  I am not being faithful to my first Calling.  My Lord, My Head, and my Heirs. I prostitute myself to the lover of “Productivity” or the lover “Feeling Effective for God” and they are one night stands that give brief satisfaction but can take a death-dealing toll on my relationship with my Savior, my husband, and my kids.

So when Danny has to pick up the broken pieces of his exhausted, impatient, temper-tantruming wife, who is being the helpmate now?  Its not me, I’m good for nothing. I have been the adulteress.

From the Mouths of Babes…

Daniel Josiah was the most amusing person to talk to today. First, in the car, today he made the insightful comment:

Mommy, the desert is the first hottest place in the whole earth.  Second is Florida.

Then later in the day…

Daniel Josiah had found a nice round rock and showed it to me this morning. Our conversation about it went like this:

Daniel Josiah:  “Look at the rock I found, Mommy!”

Mommy:  “Cool!  We’ll have to look in our rock book and figure out what kind of rock it is! Maybe it is a sedimentary….”

Daniel Josiah cuts in: “Its a David and Goliath rock, the kind that David killed Goliath with.”

Mommy:  “But of course!  What was Mommy thinking?!?”

When Daniel Josiah hits third grade, we’ll worry about him knowing the three types of rocks.  For now, the fact that all things are being assessed in light of God’s Word is way more important than sedimentary, igneous, or metamorphic.

The Meanest Mommy on the Block

Photo taken by budding photographer, Daniel Josiah. Based on his other "work" I'm impressed that my even PART of my face is in this shot.

The meanest Mommy on the block. Literally.  Coming off of a week of intense activity, late nights, leaving all of my household jobs to be done later, I was spent.  But the funny thing about being a mommy of four small children is, they could care less if you are “spent”.  They still need to be fed three times a day, they still fall and hurt themselves, they still get in little fights, they still have potty accidents, they still keep making mess after mess after mess.  The analogy I thought of while in the midst of this gosh-awful, chaotic week of being left with two weeks worth of work to catch up on WHILE continuing to do all the mommy stuff needed, was that of riding on a horse.  This horse is galloping full steam ahead, and you have to hold on to the reins for dear life and by all means, KEEP YOUR BALANCE…because if you fall off that horse, it will not stop. It just keeps galloping. Then you’ve gotta run after that on-the-run horse with all your might, catch up to it, manage to climb back on, and the KEEP YOUR BALANCE all while it continues to gallop. And if you are already tired, or sleep deprived. FORGET IT.

So, halfway through this week in the wake of having absolutely spent myself on many wonderful, ambitious endeavors “for the Kingdom” the week before, I was THE MEANEST MOMMY ON THE BLOCK.  I genuinely felt sorry for my children.  Not sorry enough to stop yelling at them, but sorry that they had gotten stuck with me as their mom.

In a collapsed heap on my bed, after having one of my OWN big-person temper tantrums, Danny graciously curled up next to me and spoke sanity into my distraught heart.  Our conversation went something like this:

Me: Why would God give these children to me, when I’m so stinkin awful to them?  I just don’t have enough patience to deal with them lovingly!  And to think, I actually want to adopt more…just so I can be mean to them, also?!?

Danny:  Kimberly, you’re being sanctified in this process.  God is breaking you and teaching you through it all.

Me: Yeah, but while I’m here waiting to be sanctified, I’m ruining our children!  They are going to end up hating me, rebelling, and not caring about the God I claim to love but fail to show to them!

Danny:   God didn’t just give these kids to you. He gave you to them. They are sanctifying you, but also He is showing them the Gospel as they watch you be sanctified.  One of the things that spoke the Gospel to me the loudest, was watching my own mother be changed and softened by the Gospel.  God used even the-not-so-pretty parts to show me His power. Just keep confessing your failings, and telling them that you need Jesus.  You know, its not all about YOU, Kimberly.  Its about God’s covenantal promises. And when those stand despite your failings, who gets the glory?

And in our conversation I realized that the God that loves me and called me to Himself is THEIR God too.  And He did a mighty work in my own life to bring me to Himself, and part of that included my parents faithfulness AND their failings.  And if He’s big enough to do it in me, He’s big enough to do it in them.  So we’re back at square one again (how do I so consistenly veer from this??)-God is our Rock. He is our Hope.  When we start to add anything to His All-Sufficiency (even all those great parenting tips I read about), we are not trusting in Christ alone, but in Christ PLUS how great a parent I might endeavor to be. And what an insult to the Perfect Father, the Maker, Sustainer and Fulfiller of all.

I’m sorry Jesus, I hinder the little children from coming to you, when I bank on my efforts instead of your accomplishments. All I can do is ask that you would make my heartbeat  “Christ Alone”.

And would you make it their heartbeat too?

Swords and Secrets of the Kingdom

the two most important swords: God's Word and the duct tape sword that Daddy made

Last week Daniel Josiah’s preschool was doing a “Bible Character Parade” in which the kids were suppose to dress up as their favorite Bible character.  When I asked Daniel Josiah what he wanted to dress up as, the conversation went like this:

Me: So, Daniel Josiah, who do you want to be for the parade?

Daniel Josiah:  How about King Saul? (if you need a refresher, King Saul offered David his sword in order to go fight Goliath)

Me: Saul wasn’t a very good king, he didn’t follow God.  Can you pick someone else?

Daniel Josiah:  What about Goliath? (Goliath also had a sword…probably a very large one to fit his mammoth sized body)

Me:  Goliath was an enemy of God and his people.  You don’t want to be him!  What about David?

Daniel Josiah:  Who else had a sword?

Me: I know!  Why don’t you be King Josiah because he loved God and loved the sword of God’s Word!

(and, not sure that he was buying the whole “sword of God’s word” , I added:

“And I’m sure he had a sword because he was a king.”

Right after this conversation, it dawned on me that the “heroes” that God uses don’t typically have big weapons or even a lot of external gifts, for that matter. It makes there accomplishments extremely puzzling…until you know the “Invisible Power” behind all of what they do and are. My little boy wanted something physical to show off, and so often we do too.  We want either a great gifting set in ourselves, or the ideal ministry circumstance, or money in the bank account before we are willing to “fight battles” for God.  But the beauty of all the heroes that God has used in the past (that DJ did NOT think it would be fun to be in a costume parade) is that they had nothing physical going for them. They only had a hope in the unseen God, who specifically chooses to use people that have nothing except HIM.

Hebrews 11:1 says, “Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of WHAT WE DO NOT SEE”.  The cry of my heart for my life and my family’s lives is that our lives would be lived in such a way that there would be no other possible explanation but that there is an Invisible God that has chosen to dwell in visible people.

This little secret of the Kingdom makes for much glory to an Almighty God, but not much help for a little boy who wants to get to carry a sword at school. Sorry, kiddo.  You’ll be thankful for this truth when you get a little bigger.

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Yard Sale Mania

"Sisters" submerged in STUFF...at times we thought it would never end.

The reason it has taken me over two weeks to write this update post on our yard sale-ing endeavors is because of the toll it took on my sleep, my parenting, my housework, etc. (that is a whole other post, which I will hopefully get to soon).

BUT, I must say, the yard sale went really well and the Lord enabled us to raise a little over $1,500!!! That puts our personal total adoption income through yard sales to $4,000.  Not too shabby, if you ask me. PLUS we have several more people doing yard sales in the next couple of months and we are hoping for at least another $1,000 through those.

Our original goal was for 25 people to sign up to do yard sales in response to the orphan’s cry (in particular, Jonathan and David, who Sara and Eric are adopting from Ethiopia).  It really is a great deal-you get rid of unwanted clutter in your house (and your friends’ houses if they give you their stuff), you spend the day outside in the beautiful spring weather,  you get to meet neighbors (we’ve befriended a new couple on our street who are atheists but are really interested in talking to us about “religion” -all through them buying a bunch of furniture at the sale!), and you OBEY the Father’s call to care for the orphaned.  Anyways, here is a list of future yard sales, and if you would like to be added to the list, PLEASE contact me!

1.Kimberly and Sara-Beth-April 16, Oviedo, FL-$1,547.23

2. Hana Ryman-May 7, Orlando, FL

3. Rebecca Dingle- June, Columbia, MD

4. Jason and Michelle Hursh -June 4 -Lancaster, PA

5. Becky Rider – May- Kansas

6. Cathy Lamont -April 16- Atlanta, GA-$148

7. Jake and Jennifer Levee, June, Orlando, FL

8. Kimberly- June 4, Oviedo, FL

Here is a slide show of our Adoption Yard Sale on April 16!

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