S.O.S. Can You Help?

We need your help! Spread the word! It's an S.O.S!!!

Sale on Saturday, May 5th!

1737 SW Amhurst Rd
(If the weather doesn't hold, we'll try again May 12) 

Get ready for another great day of new bargains and an opportunity to help us raise some funds for Nephtali's adoption!

Our goal is to raise $3000 to cover the last of the lawyer and agency fees and Nephtali's visa fee. 

We could use any donations of items in good condition. Do you have a spring cleaning pile you're looking to get rid of? If so, please let us know! Every little bit helps us get closer to the goal. 

Could you help spread the word? Give a shout out to your family and friends in the area. Post it on Facebook or Twitter. We'll be so thankful.

All your help is greatly appreciated.

Thank you

Answered Prayers!

Even though Nephtali's mother was 2 1/2 hours late... Even though the national police were on strike causing mayhem... Even though there was burning blockades... Even though there was mobs and violence... Even though it took all day... The appointment was a success!

Thank you all for covering our daughter, her mother, and the assistant director in prayer. Thank you for getting on your knees and shouting out to our Lord for their safety. Our prayers were answered.

One more thing to check off, inching us a little closer to bringing our Butterfly home!

Please Join Me in Prayer

Four days from today is the third try at the parent/child interview at the US Embassy in PAP. This is the meeting that, if it doesn't happen again, could mean serious problems for us. Please join with our family in prayer for this appointment.

Please pray not only that it happens and goes perfectly, but also for our daughter's heart and the heart of her mother. Nephtali will have to spend some time with her mother during this interview. It has been many years since she has done that.

Please pray that its a time of blessing for both. That the pain and hurt can be covered in better things. That Nephtali can carry in her heart, from this day, a good memory of her mother along with the knowledge that she is so loved by so many. That her mother can carry in her heart the image of a healthy and vibrant young girl instead of the frail dying child she gave up, in order to save, years ago.

On the dispensation front, we are still waiting and praying. President Martelly is currently recuperating in a Miami hospital from a pulmonary embolism. No word on how long this recovery will take. But for now, that means no new dispensations signed. There is a chance that we could already have a signature. He had been signing some here and there and it does take weeks or months to find out if your paperwork was signed. So please keep praying!!!

Lastly, now that holidays are over and school is almost done, we are going to be working on fundraising for the adoption again. We have come so far thanks to so many friends and strangers generosity. We are hoping to have another yard sale fundraiser on May 5th, weather permitting. We will be looking for donations. So, if you have any unwanted items in good shape, please think of us. Also, please feel free to share our need and donation button. Every little bit helps.

Or goal is to cover the visa fees, physical fees, second half of the lawyer fees, and the last agency fee. These total about $3000. After those are covered we will start working on the travel cost of bringing her home!

Oh how I look forward to reaching that goal!!!

Read more here: http://www.miamiherald.com/2012/04/17/2754435/as-haitian-president-martelly.html#storylink=cpy

Hands

In our lives there are many moments that will come with out preparation or warning and they will steal one of those precious your breaths away. Some times they are beautiful things and some times well they are simply not.

In a quiet still moment this morning my life giving breath was not there. The flood gates opened and I hit my knees in a tangled mix of emotions. As I saw my hands open in prayer to my Savior my vision blurred for a moment and when it cleared I saw my daughters beautiful dark skinned hand nestled between my worn hands.

How I long for those hands to be really in mine. To be able to use my hands to guide hers. For my hands to be an example to her. To watch, not through pictures, but through my own eyes as her little girl hands change and become that of a young women.

I closed my eyes and saw her hands raised high as she praises our Lord. I saw them holding the firm but gentle hand of the man God has planned to be her husband. I saw them tenderly cradling a newborn as she becomes a mother. I saw them working hard in her home to care for her family. And I saw them holding mine tenderly as I had aged well toward my homecoming.

When I opened my eyes and glanced at my still open hands her little girl hands faded. In those precious moments she was here. In those moments my heart danced. In those moment my wailed.

But in those moments I felt other hands. I felt the merciful hands of my Savior holding me. In those moments and all the other moments of my life He is holding me. He is with me when my heart dances. He is with me when my heart wails. Never letting go or fading. Holding tight and whispering ...TRUST....you will hold her hands and watch her grow.