SO!
Now, end of May 2012. Africa has been making me lose my mind. BEYOND ridiculous. I'm ready to hop a plane. I know there is something. Children. Move there? I don't know, but I might lose my mind if it doesn't happen soon. We are talking alligator tears, snot, and from the pit of my being tears. All it would take is seeing a picture of kids in Africa. It wasn't a hope to, it was a HAVE TO.
So on Memorial weekend, Josh and I take a walk up in the mountains after he had read the perfect cocktail of literature: Crazy Love, Radical, and finished up Kisses from Katie. On the walk he says I know we have been talking about giving ourselves a rest for the summer after our foster daughter leaves, but I'm (Josh talking) thinking we should adopt an older girl, and be open to sisters, from Africa. I'm thinking who are you and where is Josh? I think an alien crawled inside his head that weekend. I am stunned and say yes, sign us up.
So on Memorial weekend, Josh and I take a walk up in the mountains after he had read the perfect cocktail of literature: Crazy Love, Radical, and finished up Kisses from Katie. On the walk he says I know we have been talking about giving ourselves a rest for the summer after our foster daughter leaves, but I'm (Josh talking) thinking we should adopt an older girl, and be open to sisters, from Africa. I'm thinking who are you and where is Josh? I think an alien crawled inside his head that weekend. I am stunned and say yes, sign us up.
Well, our foster daughter leaves the following weekend and after a little while passes, Josh is kinda back in the 'let's save the money', (which has never happened), or let this or that happen first...etc.
A little info: There is this great program called Summer of Hope. Summer of Hope brings older orphans to America in hopes of finding forever families before they become street kids in their native land.
I receive Summer of Hope's emails. I had been deleting ALL of them since we were on "break". One day after meeting with Pastor Bob about his latest adventure to Liberia, (see I'm still hunting any possible way to get to Africa), I tell Josh that there are 3 kids here from Ethiopia through the Summer of Hope. He pulled the car over, searched my phone, found the info, and we called the leader that night. She sent us info, put us in touch with the host family...etc. So there were SISTERS ages 9 and 11. So we arranged to go meet them the next day at the host families home.
A little info: There is this great program called Summer of Hope. Summer of Hope brings older orphans to America in hopes of finding forever families before they become street kids in their native land.
I receive Summer of Hope's emails. I had been deleting ALL of them since we were on "break". One day after meeting with Pastor Bob about his latest adventure to Liberia, (see I'm still hunting any possible way to get to Africa), I tell Josh that there are 3 kids here from Ethiopia through the Summer of Hope. He pulled the car over, searched my phone, found the info, and we called the leader that night. She sent us info, put us in touch with the host family...etc. So there were SISTERS ages 9 and 11. So we arranged to go meet them the next day at the host families home.
More to come.
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