September 10, 2014 by Nama
July 17, 2014 by Pappa with thoughts from Nama
Today we celebrate the gift of those gorgeous chocolate eyes. 9 years ago today we received our referral for N.Doumoundo B. Lamien. We will share the very first images that arrived in our inbox of our 5th child and the miracle of Love that filled our hearts and home that day. Continue reading
I absolutely adore this little Library, it is so much more right exactly as it is so much less.
Strolling Boulder Junction where we found this little guy …..
Who made us feel like our Kaydra and her Cody were with us but also miss them more at the very same time.When we are in the hustle of home these PJ shorts just need to be put away, in the quiet of the woods they remind me how much I ache for Africa and I am more grateful for our tiny African Treasure, Blessing.When we are at home this chaos of our little makes me crazy, today it was easier to just be grateful she found shirts and pants and got herself out to the truck without a lot of hub-bub.This gorgeous little blossom has found it’s perfect place to bloom among the toughest of conditions. May I be so wise and willing.
the library is closing in 5 minute, says the kind little lady with the permed hair.
I am refreshed and refocused, there has been a lot about forgiveness happening in this too hurried heart and I need to press publish now.
It appears from my limited viewing some of my images did not load, I’ll catch up when we are back home , as well as share some of what Piper, Lewis and Bonhoeffer have been rattling my cage about.
june 6, 2014 by nama
i often grieve all that we do not know about Blessing’s beginning months.
Blessing came home when she was 15 months old. As we treasure our Grandbabies, three of whom have passed their 15 month birthdays, i am constantly reminded of all we missed, all Blessing missed in those crucial first months of her development. One very precious gift we have is a set of images shared with us by a young lady who served as a short term missionary in Blessing’s orphanage months before we traveled to Liberia to bring Blessing home.
That little tiny bundle being held with the thick tuft of hair on her bald little head is our Blessing.
When i traveled to the orphanage in 2005, i was told that Blessing was referred to as Frisky~O by the nannies.
We did not see the “Frisky~O” in our Blessing until months after she had come home, apparently the transition was so traumatic she was “shut down” for a long period of time before we saw the Blessing we now know and adore. I am guessing that big boy got her bite of mango.
As it turns out, our big girl Blessing is obsessed with mango.
She loves to peel them and eat the entire thing skewered on this long grill fork. I don’t even bother asking.
Apparently the counter is too high to work on and that trash can right behind the chair doesn’t work either. It is so much easier to treasure the “blessing” in all of this when i reflect on our little tiny Blessing in Liberia fighting for another bite of mango, how thankful i am that she is making mango mess in our kitchen.
I am so thankful for all the tiny peices to Blessing’s story we are allowed to know. His plan is perfect, knowing our girl knew the sweetness of mango as a little tiny is one perfect gift he has granted.
Is this as creepy to you as it to me?
1 plastic baggie, 1 eaten clean mango pit, fill with warm water and leave on kitchen counter till it “Grows more yummy fruit mamma!”.
Cuz i know you have been wondering how to do that.