I see the hands and feet of Jesus in people, and it overwhelms my heart. Yesterday was no exception.
We
decided, a few weeks ago, to have a garage sale to help raise funds for
our adoption. It was a great plan since Jimmy's been on me for months
to get that garage cleaned out. So I began plugging away with emails, and flyers, and
Facebook posts about the event.
I
am amazed, sometimes, at the people who step forward to champion your
cause, and how it's not always who you'd expect. It's like God has armed our family with new warriors with each adoption journey, while we continue to be blessed by the old. We are so incredibly
thankful to see how the Holy Spirit works in our lives.
Many
friends began sending messages that they wanted to donate items for us
to sell. We collected so much that we had to start storing items inside
the house! Today our garage is so full, that we have enough for another sale next month!
The
days leading up to yesterday were tense. If you've ever had a garage
sale in South Florida, you understand why. It can be a draining
experience to say the least, and it seemed that everyone we knew had
other plans. I was beginning to imagine an ugly scenario, sadly. But
then, plans fell through, and friends offered, out of the blue, to come
and assist. Thank you, Jesus. We needed them! I am savoring some priceless
moments that I won't forget any time soon. And Madi...oh our beautiful daughter. She was such a big help and donated all of the money from the sale of her toys, including her Barbie dream house and Barbie collection.
Some of our friends showed up and
shopped til they dropped. Some
friends stopped by only to give a donation, which blew us away, too. It was truly a great success. Like a fifteen
hundred dollar success. Yeah...you read it right...our home study is
paid for in full. Can I get a hallelujah??
Amen.
But this was one of the true highlights of my day...
In
the driveway appears a woman, who was accompanied by a young lady
carrying a baby. As I approached them, she kindly says to me, "Are you
Lisa?"
"Yes," I respond with curiosity, since they didn't appear familiar to me.
She
introduces herself, and goes on to say, "We know all about your family, and we know all about
your son, Daniel." Her words sent tears immediately to my eyes, and I
could see that her daughter's were welling up, too, as she hugged her baby tightly.
"We've read your book...our whole family has read your book, and Daniel has inspired us so
much."
At
that point, I had to hug them both. They had instantly joined that
special place in my heart, the space that's reserved for our precious angel and
those who love him.
And
then she tells me a story. "The day after I finished reading your book,
it was a beautiful day with no rain in sight, I went outside and there
before me was the most beautiful rainbow in the sky."
"I knew it was
Daniel!" she says, and I told my daughter, "you have to read the book, and then you'll
understand!"
Goosebumps.
Can you imagine? That our little guy had such an impact on this beautiful family? Oh my heart.
I
asked them if they wanted to look around, but they declined. They had
driven from forty-five minutes away just to deliver the message that
they'd heard what we are doing, and they wanted to help our
cause. Then she handed me an envelope, which I tucked into my purse.
We hugged again, and they went on their way. That one single blessed encounter
made up for every horrid moment of brutal negotiation that had taken place that
morning.
There are no words to express our gratitude for such an outpouring of love and support from everyone.
Just, thank you all so, so much. We are truly blessed, and grateful for all of it.