we believe in adoption, do you?

Sometimes I feel crazy. Then I read my (new) dear friends blog and I'm grateful to be reminded that I'm not. Read on:

http://www.themozblog.tk/ (click blog and read "loving our neighbors")

3 single moms, 3 great kids

where is Jesus

Thursday night. 10pm. Phone rings.

"Hi Dara. Sorry to call so late. How are you? Dara, are you busy tomorrow morning? If it's not a problem can you help me with something? One of the street kids I work with lost his mother today. When we found them they were taking down the door to their house to build a coffin. They have nothing. Could you drive our truck to bring the coffin to the cemetery and bring people there and back to their house again?"

"I would be happy to help."

Friday morning, 9am, I drive a full-size extended cab pick-up on a trail I didn't know we would fit down. I maneuver around praying I don't bump a mud hut which is no bigger than the car I'm driving. I back up as close as we can to the home who's had the loss. I walk over to the house and feel ashamed. I feel ashamed because I live less than a mile from this house and have forgotten what life is like outside my wall. The children who've lost their only living parent are filthy, wearing only rags that I wouldn't even use to clean my house with. The door is indeed missing from the front entrance. There are people around but in my cynicism I think that they're the ones that come out of the wood work at this time for the food and to pay their respect to spirits that drive the fear that runs, and ruins, their lives. Where were these people when the children were living on the streets? Who was here when the mother was dying? I didn't get the answers to these questions. It doesn't matter, but I want to blame someone for the situation. When really there's a responsibility that I could take in it. There's a history that my culture, the church, human-kind can, and must, take responsibility of.

I was shocked at what I found at the cemetery. I knew of these rituals but again, I've been away from them for some time. On top of every mound of dirt were suitcases, bags, purses, pots-- belongings that I couldn't help but think people in the homes of the deceased could be using. I'm not sure of the culture beliefs behind it but it's something with the after-life and spirit.

And then there's the cultural wailing and crying; the griever collapsing to the ground, body limp and then being abruptly and  harshly hauled away to minimize the scene that's created. I know it's all the cultural norm and different worldview that disturbs me. And that's exactly what I was, disturbed.

At one point I was so overwhelmed by the tragedy all around me that my body didn't know how to respond. I couldn't cry, I couldn't speak. My body was numb with a subtle urge to dry heave or wretch my guts out.

And then I saw a butterfly and was reminded. There's still life. There is and always will be new life.

At one point I just lifted my head to feel the sun on my face and worshiped God, trusting that He's here. He feels the hurt and knows the helplessness. I prayed and asked that I, and others here, live as salt and light to this oh so dry and dark land. That somehow our presence is pushing back the darkness. That somehow in the rub of the back that I gave a newly orphaned child, love was felt. Because what is this life even about if it's not about love? Love to our neighbor. Even if our neighbor is in the farthest corner of the world, we understand nothing of their culture and our worldviews couldn't be much different. We must find a way to know them, and love them.

Most days I don't understand, or know much, but most days I do know, that this is where Jesus would be.

nede antics

Nede is a hoot! I really think she is. It may just be a motherly love kind of thing but maybe not. I think she really is clever.
She still asks a lot of questions. I mean, A LOT! Isn't it Mom? Isn't it? (She says that ALL the TIME often folllowed by "even me." "Even me.")
Here's the dialog we had last night at bedtime after reading from her Bible the story of Esau and Jacob.
"Mom, what if we see someone that's really hairy?"
Me: "Then I guess we could say he's like Esau."
Nede: "And what if someone has hair on their legs and they shave it off?"
Me: "Umm...I don't know."
Nede: "Then they're like you!" BA HA HA!!!!! We both burst into stitches of laughter.
That's pretty clever isn't it?

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Nede also does everything (EVERYTHING) with a lot of effort. She never does anything only half-way as you'll see in her recent mastery of the hula-hoop...she is FULL of gusto! 

She keeps me on my toes. :)

the sand-dollar

In 2008 when I started having crazy thoughts about being Nede's mom, Laura and I went away to the beach for a weekend. The whole point of our going was to give me a quiet place to pray and fast. During that weekend together Laura had found several beautiful  sand-dollars. Laura had no idea that I had a fascination with sand-dollars. Never having spent much time on the sandy shores of my dreamland I have had finding  sand-dollars on my to-do-list of life. When I told Laura this she generously said, "Oh, Dara, you can have them." I thanked her but affirmed part of the dream is finding them on my own. She then carelessly put her sand-dollars in the corner of our baraka to which they would soon be broken.

Fast-forward  3 years, I have custody of Nede, I've been her mom for some time, God has confirmed and reconfirmed things to me about this journey. Until this point I hadn't left a small circumference with Nede, we didn't have the proper paperwork to travel. Once we finally did we went on our first outing-- to the beach. The same beach where the Lord spoke to me about pursuing the adoption of Nede. It felt REALLY special to be with Nede, there at the place where I had gone to seek wisdom about caring for her. It was a sweet time. It was even sweeter when I went for my early morning runs and I found sand-dollars. Lots of sand-dollars and, to me, this stood as a reminder that He is faithful. When I so often don't "feel" the Lord's presence with me I often need visual reminders. I rejoiced as I discovered and cherished these fascinating treasures. I selected a few and guarded them to remind me of what God has brought us through. I thanked God for giving me this gift.


This week I went with a broken heart to return my mom to the airport. It was such a dream come true to have here her that I never wanted to let her go. I hadn't imagined how painful it would be to see her go. The day before she flew out we went to the beach. As Nede was playing on the beach I walked gazing at the sand thinking. Thinking about what we've come through, trying to imagine how we'll get through all that lies ahead, afraid of the future, afraid to be "alone" again. I ached. Then, I looked down and saw an imprint of a sand-dollar just under the sand. I dug my toe below the image and flipped up a live sand-dollar. I called Nede over to examine this living creature with me. I was again fascinated  by it and thrilled that this time I was seeing it alive-- covered with millions of little hairs like flagella moving it around in the sand. Nede and I then discovered that they were everywhere. We turned around and there was another just under the sand. And another, and another. They were almost everywhere we looked. As I took all of this in I felt like the Lord was reminding me that He's right here with me, confirming everything one more time, through His creation of the sand-dollar. But, this time he used live ones. Reminding me that there's life! And there wasn't just one, there were plenty. There is life and life abundantly! He is here and life to-do-lists do get checked off...in plenty.

I'm still aching and hurting but I'm reminded. Reminded as the cilia tickled my toes that this beautiful creation isn't just a dead shell, it's alive and well and moving... in plenty. I can be rich and full of life. Abundantly!

must be genetic

"Mom, you don't really look like Meme. You look more like me."
"Oh, really Nede. Do I look more like Grandpa?"
"No. Just me. Taylor looks like Meme."
"Oh, then who looks like Grandpa?"
"Grandpa looks like me and Auntie Disa looks like me too. And my girl cousin and the babies, they look like me too. Uncle Trevor, ya, he looks like me too." 

celebrating our second year

What could be better than celebrating our 2nd year anniversary together than having my mom here with us? Well, I can think of one thing better but, I'll rejoice in what we had today.
A year in review...

Grateful for today!

a must read book

http://diamondsinthedust.net/

This book was written by a special friend of mine. She and her husband have been a real encouragement and support to me in the last 4 years of my life. 

I haven't read her book yet, I need to get to South Africa to get it!, but I'm SURE it's a masterpiece.

For all of you in the Midwest, Shirley will be doing a book tour in August. You would be blessed to meet her and her husband, Mark. Given them a hug for me and they'll deliver it back to me whenever we get to South Africa. 

It's our closest link. 

Tour information: http://diamondsinthedust.net/shirley-tucker-author-tour-august-2012/345.html

who can sleep?

Remember the construction paper countdown chain?

It's not long now.

ONLY 2 SLEEPS!!!

WE'RE SO EXCITED!!

THIS IS GOING TO BE GOOD!

Having an unconventional family was never in my plans. I get excited when we get to start experiencing these non-traditional events, like my mom meeting my 6 1/2 year old.  I've got a feeling it's going to be a bit of a scene on Friday at the airport. I feel like I've gone through the gestational period of an elephant and even after the delivery I've been hidden away from those closest to me. Of course I have loads of great people here but nothing touches on the love of your mom or dad, sister and family, friends who've known me since I was young(er) and naive. Again, I rejoice as this is an amazing NEXT for Nede, me and my larger family. I pray this is a link to even greater things-- a glimpse of what's to come, a closer connection to all of you, another part of a dream coming true.

Blessed travels Mom, we're waiting. 

I (heart) Nede

someone hears a "hey"

On the first day of June in a place far away,

In the cool of the day, in the completion of May

On a special day, a day for the wee

Someone was shaken, shaken from Thee

That someone she stopped, she stopped to hear “HEY!”

It’s the day for the children, put all else away

It’s more than a whisper, it’s more  like a “Hey!”

Who is it that’s calling to care this wee-way?

She must listen close, she must learn this today

They’re everywhere, each place that you look

Some with no shoes, never touched a good book

They cry at the gate, they shiver at night

No Mom, friend or Dad

Do you see, are you mad?

It’s a problem, a BIG one

Do you even care?

They’re crying, they're screaming, will someone hear “HEY!”

She searches her Bible, yes it says there

To care for the wee-one , to care with great care

It won’t be easy He says but you must

The rewards will be plenty if you just dare to care

It’s not about you and all that you do

It’s about the wee-ones the ones that need you

They’re precious, they’re sweet, the joy of my heart

But why are you sitting not doing your part?

Come now you many, you must stand and cheer

Fight the tough battle, the time’s drawing near

It’s a crisis a big one, the race it is here

Do something, stop waiting they’re dying too near

Talk it is nice and prayer it is too

But nothing can beat the thing that you do!

Come now get up, get up on your feet

Stand, fight and cry there’s many to meet

Go boldly, go strong, walk in confidence too

Someone is saying, “please, I need you!”

So say that good prayer for us here today

And remember that He says this is the way

It’s not about me, about what I want to be

It’s all about Him and what he wants to see

So, someone hear “Hey” from this land far away

And live for the children, it can start there today

Stop looking around and start looking within

He’s calling, He’s begging the wee-ones must win

Bless you He’ll bless you

The promise is true

Now ask Him, just ask Him now what must you do

From a land far away, Will you hear the “Hey”?

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Today is Children's Day in Mozambique. Nede was elated to go to school today with her cupcakes and to have a (yet another) day all about children! 

Many times while reading "Horton Hears a WHO!" to Nede I've felt like Dr. Suess got it! He hit it head on! 

"From sun in the summer. From rain when it's fall-ish, 

I'm going to protect them. No matter how small-ish!"

For a long time I've been thinking of writing my own version of Horton. Here it is. It may be a rough start but I finally did it.

Happy Children's Day!