Saturday, July 30, 2011

Denying That I'm Alone




There I was in worship on a Sunday morning, doing my best to let go of the world in my mind so I could release everything and praise my Dad.

If you’re like me—a man—you always get the words to worship songs wrong, so you make them up as you sing along.  That’s when I get a slap from the wife next door (as she smiles in resigned hopelessness).  When that happens, I just keep quiet, close my eyes, listen to the words, and start over.

That’s when I heard the phrase.  Wow.  Did I REALLY hear those words?  I’ve never ever heard a phrase like that in a worship song in church before. 

“Deny that you’re alone…”

Sometimes men feel alone.  REALLY alone.  Sometimes we men feel like our wives just don’t get us.  Hey, sometimes I don’t even get myself!

The prospect of adopting a child can be a lonely place for a man.  Until and unless we get a proper, biblical perspective of God’s heart for orphans, we’re always going to blame our wives.

“What the heck, wife?  Why are you doing this to our family?  And we were going SO smoothly as we were.”

Ahhh.  I’ve lived in that city before.  It’s called Status Quo.  It’s just three rock throws from Religious Spirit and down a piece from Comfort Island.  The city of Status Quo is densely populated, and I reckon it’s mainly with men.  (Though woman have been known to rock up on their horse on occasion.)

The city is a miserable place for a Christian.  God keeps beckoning us to move out and ride into the desert where He’ll show us a greater place.  But we don’t.  We like hangin’ out at the saloon with “da boys.”  But we always go home lonely.

But are we alone?

All loneliness as a Christian can be obliterated instantly once we get in touch the God Who Is Always There.  I know that a spouse can never be left alone during their marriage, but they’ll still feel lonely.  The King of kings and the Lord of lords provides a constant buzzing.

Huh?  Lol.  As many of you know by now, last month I fractured at least one vertebra.  I’m off of them now, but when the pain was unrelenting, I was on a narcotic pain killer round the clock.

It didn’t take all the pain away, but I felt a constant “buzzing.”  I wasn’t dopey, which is why I liked it.  I had my full facilities.  I just felt…well…GOOD!  The medicine was flowing continually through my body.

So even though I could feel a little pain, it was okay.  I had a round-the-clock, continual helper.

Father, forgive me for comparing You to drugs!  But the Lord is like a continual presence.  And if the phrase “continual presence” does nothing for you, let me quote someone I’ve admired all of my Christian life.  Only Charles Spurgeon can word it this way.  And I read this devotional on the very day I was writing this post!

On Psalm 73:23 – “Nevertheless, I am continually with thee.”

By this is meant continually upon his mind, he is always thinking of me for my good. Continually before his eye;--the eye of the Lord never sleepeth, but is perpetually watching over my welfare. Continually in his hand, so that none shall be able to pluck me thence. Continually on his heart, worn there as a memorial, even as the high priest bore the names of the twelve tribes upon his heart forever. Thou always thinkest of me, O God. The bowels of thy love continually yearn towards me. Thou art always making providence work for my good. Thou hast set me as a signet upon thine arm; thy love is strong as death, many waters cannot quench it; neither can the floods drown it. Surprising grace! Thou seest me in Christ, and though in myself abhorred, thou beholdest me as wearing Christ's garments, and washed in his blood, and thus I stand accepted in thy presence. I am thus continually in thy favour--"continually with thee."

                                     ~Charles Spurgeon, Morning and Evening, July 29


One word: Wow.

And I haven’t even touched on the powerful verses in Scripture!

Man of God, deny that you are alone.  You may feel like you have no one to talk to about what you’re going through, but that is a lie from the pit of hell itself.  You are IN CHRIST! 

As you consider the prospect of being that “forever father” of some precious orphan some day, remember this:  YOU ARE A FOREVER FRIEND OF CHRIST AND HE IS ALWAYS, ALWAYS WITH YOU!


“You have searched me, LORD, and you know me.
You know when I sit and when I rise;
you perceive my thoughts from afar.
You discern my going out and my lying down;
you are familiar with all my ways.
Before a word is on my tongue
you, LORD, know it completely.
You hem me in behind and before,
and you lay your hand upon me.
Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,
too lofty for me to attain.

                                        ~Psalm 139:1-6




Thursday, July 28, 2011

TESTIMONY: By Randy Hoium

Sonya Hoium

Before Cheryl and I married, we talked about children. Cheryl wanted to have two children, and I really did not want to have any, so we agreed on having one child.

Early on in our marriage, we were having difficulty achieving this goal. I remember the day well when Cheryl had exploratory surgery. It took longer than expected, and the doctor came and spoke with me. We agreed that since the "findings" were not so good, we would wait to tell Cheryl when she was feeling better. The doctor wanted to be the one to give her the news.

The surgery  took a little something out of my wife. Later that day, Cheryl awoke in pain and wanted to know. I gave her the news as gracefully as I knew how. This is a  blow only a woman can truly understand...

Now most of you reading this might not know my wife that well. We all know Rome wasn't built in a day, but then again, Cheryl was not on the job. After giving Cheryl the news, she already reached for the Yellow Pages searching out adoption agencies before I went to bed that night.

I was not at all sure about adoption. Actually, I was flat-out apprehensive. What if the child doesn't like me? What if she has strange behaviors? What about the cost, not to mention the legal repercussions? You know, this is a partial list.

Well, I reluctantly agreed to go to a meeting at the adoption agency Hand-In-Hand and gather some information. This at least gave Cheryl some hope. It was the very least I could do for my wife in her time of suffering. She has always loved children.

On our return trip that evening from Albion I marveled at the beauty of the evening sky, the kind that makes you wonder about God's work. I knew in that instant that I wanted to make this happen for my wife. Doing this in spite of my fears is the thought that came to me. I then voiced my agreement with Cheryl. She was just beside herself!

To my surprise, what I thought to be an act of sacrificial love really turned out to be a beautiful gift to myself. Oh sure, the apprehension would return sometimes during our two-year wait, along with moments of shear angst when learning what is required in an international adoption.

But do you want to know something? Adopting Sonya is the very best thing I have ever done! My daughter is the apple of my eye.

I have come to realize what a precious gift a child is. I cannot imagine loving a biological daughter any more than I love Sonya. I am sure all the parents out there know what I am saying. For those of you contemplating this decision, I cannot say enough good about becoming a parent.

It was my brother-in -law, Rick, who casually remarked to me a few years back, "There is nothing better than kids." Rick doesn't have a clue how that comment stuck to me.

"He maketh the barren woman to keep house, and to be a joyful mother of children. Praise ye the Lord."  
                                                                 ~Psalm 113:9

Tuesday, July 26, 2011

What Is A Life Worth To You?




They just left. 

Parents of two families who’ve adopted from overseas.

I love it.  And believe it or not, I don’t just love the look of a lot of kids from other cultures being under our roof.  I’m more in love with the stories.

When I looked at each one individually, I thought, “What would this child look like if they hadn’t been adopted?”

For two of them at least, one of them ours and the other from another family, I’m sure they would’ve been dead.  Sure of it.

“Oh, come on, Anthony,” you might say.  “How can you be so presumptuous?!”

I could be wrong and you could be right.  I’m often wrong.  I’ll tell you that off the bat.  I found out, though, that as the years passed when I was a hospice chaplain, I sort of had a sense when someone was bad off.  It wasn’t necessarily a supernatural thing.  It came with the job through experience, which is a good thing, since I was able to minister to patients and their families with more sensitivity when the time drew close.

I wonder how many of you out there in the blogosphere also adopted a child who was in a shocking condition.  I can’t tell you how many times we’ve heard of families who got on a plane, thinking their child merely had a mild condition, but soon learned that they weren’t in Kansas anymore.  There was something more serious about their new child’s health condition than they were told.

For those of you who are considering adopting for the first time, and you’re intimidated at the thought of being surprised once you’re overseas, let not your hearts be troubled.

On behalf of countless families who have been-there-done-that, let me assure you, that God is with you.  THIS DOES NOT TAKE GOD BY SURPRISE.  God trusts you to step into the unknown.  How truly courageous you are for the Father’s kingdom!  You are stepping into the world of the humanly unknown, but the heavenly been-there-done-that!

God has been there and He has done that, before you’ve ever stepped foot onto a plane.  Take comfort in that, valiant warrior, for that is what you are. 

Just as God used that name to call out Gideon—valiant warrior—He calls you out.  And when He calls you out to step into the humanly unknown, receive His peace and His strength and His grace.  Even you and me—of the least tribe in the least clan and the least in the clan.

What you lack, He provides.  So get on that plane.  You just might save a life.  And what is that worth to you and to our loving Savior?

No test or temptation that comes your way is beyond the course of what others have had to face. All you need to remember is that God will never let you down; he'll never let you be pushed past your limit; he'll always be there to help you come through it.

                                                     ~1 Corinthians 10:13 (The Message)

Monday, July 25, 2011

HAVEN: Tiny Steps Toward Progress

You know the popular Chinese proverb—“A journey of 1000 miles begins with one step.”

Well, this Chinese girl in our family is taking one tiny step after the next.  There might be a time gap of many months or even years before we see another step, but when we do, wow, it does something inside of us.

When we first received Haven from her orphanage in China and her caretaker left her with us, she screamed for an hour straight.  She was absolutely terrified being left with some strange white people who didn’t speak Chinese. 

Cade, four at the time, comforts his new, anxious sister.

We noticed right away that she often soiled herself (she was eight when we got her), not having a clue how to deal with the urge to go to the bathroom.  We highly suspect she was left in a “toilet” chair all day, strapped to a wooden chair with a hole in its seat and a bucket underneath so the caretakers wouldn’t be bothered.

Haven had scars on her ankles and hips, showing where the ropes most likely made contact with her little body.  She also freaked out on the airplane when it came time to put her seatbelt on.

Then when we arrived home and she saw our two dogs, she scaled my body as fast as a cat in a dog pound, screaming with terror.  She probably had never seen an animal before.

Another things we noticed is that she didn’t have a mind to wipe her mouth or face if food or whatever got on it.  She never licked her lips, often leaving them very chapped and cracked.

BUT…

God is SOOO good.

Haven has taken tiny steps of progress, BUT…progress nevertheless. 


Haven, right, finds comfort in China with her new sister who looks like her.

Now Cody, our lap dog that once sent her spiraling out of control at the sight of him, is now her best buddy.  The two are inseparable.  When I or my other kids couldn’t be bothered with him, Cody snuggles up to Haven, where he receives ample cuddles and strokes on his ears. 

"That's my buddy!"

She still doesn’t speak, but she smiles a lot, and is so content doing whatever we do as a family and going wherever we go.  My wife says she’s the perfect travel companion.  When the noise level reaches a high in the car, we know at least that Haven’s not responsible!


Catching the sunset at the beautiful Eastern Shores of Virginia.


She goes potty by herself when she needs to.  She dresses herself even, and can now brush her own teeth (maybe with a little help).

But what stirred me to write about her today is that just last night during dinner, I noticed something that most other people wouldn’t notice.  While eating a rice dish on a flat plate, I saw that her scooping action pushed some rice to the edge of the plate, on the verge of falling off.  Before, Haven’t would’ve happily let it go off.  Or unhappily.  She probably would’ve looked at me with furrowed brows as if to say, “Do something about this.  I can’t get to it if it falls off.”

But just as easily as she shoved the rice to the edge, she used her fork to shove it back toward the center.  That may seem like gaining one yard in football, but to me, that was a touchdown!

Our little Haven is aware and she learns.  Join our prayers as we ask the Lord give us more steps.  Even if those steps remain baby steps.

Haven, sweetheart, we love you and believe in the God who embraces your little heart.  You are and always will be our little flower!


Wednesday, July 20, 2011

The Injustice of Teri Lynn

For those of you who are not familiar with the five-year-old orphan, Teri Lynn, you can read the account on my wife's blog HERE.  Your heart will break, but it will also be filled with a righteous indignation that will drive you to pray for this desperate tiny soul!  Below are two photos.  The one on the left was taken a few short months ago at her orphanage in Eastern Europe.  The one on the right shows the same girl in a government institution, where she lives life among adults, many of whom have mental issues.  We are all waiting for a third photo that someday her forever family will take!


Deuteronomy 10:18
He executes justice for the orphan and the widow, and shows His love for the alien by giving him food and clothing.

Deuteronomy 24:17
“You shall not pervert the justice due an alien or an orphan, nor take a widow’s garment in pledge.

Deuteronomy 27:19
‘Cursed is he who distorts the justice due an alien, orphan, and widow.’ And all the people shall say, ‘Amen.’

Isaiah 1:17
Learn to do good; Seek justice, Reprove the ruthless, Defend the orphan, Plead for the widow.

Isaiah 10:2 So as to deprive the needy of justice And rob the poor of My people of their rights, so that widows may be their spoil and that they may plunder the orphans.

Jeremiah 22:3
Thus says the LORD, “ Do justice and righteousness, and deliver the one who has been robbed from the power of his oppressor. Also do not mistreat or do violence to the stranger, the orphan, or the widow; and do not shed innocent blood in this place.

Six passages.  Six places in the Bible where God uses the word “orphan” with “justice.” 

What kind of justice is due an orphan?

It’s not difficult to figure out, even in the 21st century.  And one can tell just by looking at a photo.

Usually adoptive parents are so excited to show before-and-after shots of their adopted child.  But those exhibit an oppressed child in a foreign orphanage versus the same child in a loving home with their forever family.

This before-and-after pic is of a different sort.  Here, the orphanage shot is the better one.  Sad.  Because if Teri Lynn had stayed in her orphanage, and a couple flew to her to bring her home, then that shot would make people say with wonder, “Look how bad she looked while in the orphanage.”

But one cannot fathom how there can be a photo even worse than that.  One in which there’s not only a hollowness in the eyes, but a hopelessness surrounding the entire image—an image showing bruising and a shaved head.

When we see images like that, we think of Auschwitz or Dachau.  But at least those children were often with their parents.

I get impatient when I read comments from adoption websites, no less, showing peoples’ disdain for those like me who paint the bleak picture of realities like this. 

“Oh, give me a break!” they say.  “That guy’s exaggerating.  They’re not all like that!”

Maybe not, but there are too many.  If there was one institution like that, isn’t that one too many?

These are the same people who’ve never been on a plane and seen foreign orphanages, even ones that are in supposedly “developed” countries.  Decent on the outside, maybe, but a hellhole on the inside.

Reality.

Every day.

Teri Lynn, your family awaits you.  Some man and woman are getting impatient too.  But their impatience is rooted in bringing you not only your forever family, but your justice!

Hang on, sweetheart.  Help is on the way.

Monday, July 18, 2011

It's Love-Your-Wife Day


Hi, everyone.  Did you know that today is Love-Your-Wife Day?  I didn't either.  I just made it up. 

What a better day than today to tell your wife, guys, how much you love and appreciate her!  I know, I know.  You tell her everyday already, from the time you open your eyes together in bed to the time you kiss each other goodnight.  And all the times in-between during the day, when you just grab her and say, "Sweetie, you are the best wife a man could have.  I don't know what I'd do without you."  Isn't that something you tell her, say, 12 to 13 times a day?

Well, I just decided that today will be a special day for my wife to read my blog.  Sorry if I'm exposing this surprise to the rest of the bloggerdom.  But I just have to.

Since I broke the vertebra in my back a couple of weeks ago (thank you all, btw, for your prayers!), I have had to do something very humbling--watch Adéye load the car with all seven children, clean the house by herself, and carry our HEAVY six-year-old up three flights of stairs every night because he falls asleep on the first floor. 

I have had to listen to countless "It's alright, honey, I'll do it"s. 

And countless "You stay home and rest"s.

But what I also hear countlessly is this, from other people: 

"I don't know how your wife does it."  (Scratching their heads.)

And...

"Adéye, God has used your blog to change our lives!"

And...

"She's a hottie."

She is.  And for that, I'm honoring you today, sweetheart, for all that you do and all that you are.

Happy Love-Your-Wife Day!

Wednesday, July 13, 2011

TESTIMONY: Brian Davis Sounds Off


Ah, I love it when other men "come to the party," as my South African friends would say.

Here's Brian Davis, imparting his heart on the subject of international adoptions and objections one can hear while adopting overseas versus choosing a child from America.

Take a moment and visit the Davis' blog at http://breezysunday.com/blog/.

Beautifully said, Brian.  And my prayer is that your post touches many, many lives as it did mine!

Why should we adopt internationally?

I’ve been asked this question and asked myself this question several times. The answer is: because it makes a very big statement.

There are a couple different lines you can take when thinking about international adoption.

1. There are children here in America that need a family why not them? Especially when overseas adoption is so much more expensive and there is more corruption in other countries…

2. Haven’t these children already lost enough in losing their family? Now you are going to take away their home country and culture? How can you add that tragedy to their life?

I acknowledge both of these as valid points and I have thought a lot about them, but I would like to write about them another time. Here is what I think outweighs them both.

People who adopt internationally cross great distances, spend inhuman amounts of time in airplanes and airports, navigate foreign lands full of people speaking foreign languages with foreign cultures, eating strange food, negotiating government bureaucracies of two countries, spend huge sums of money, risk life, limb, and personal comfort, and separate their own families, for what?

We’re doing it for a little boy named Jordan.

What does that tell you? Maybe that Americans have too much free time and money. Maybe that we are so full of ourselves that we think we can “rescue” him.

What I hope it tells you and what I want to tell every person we meet on this trip and at home is that Jordan is worth it. Every penny, every second I spend on him is worth it. He deserves it.

People drive Hummers and Ferraris to make a statement about their wealth. People get weird piercings and tattoos to make a statement about their non-conformism. People choose clothes, makeup, hair style, jewelery, their house, their spouse, their church and their food at least partially by what statement their decision makes to the rest of the world. My choice was to do something extravagant for an orphan boy half way around the world. God willing, I’m going to make him my son.

The statement I want to make is that every single child deserves a loving family and they deserve extravagant sacrifices if that’s what it takes to make sure they all get one.

I feel something like I did when I was a new father. Instead of watching the miracle of my first daughter growing in her mother’s womb and being born I am watching the miracle of God bringing Jordan to us. I want to stand on top of the world and hold him up and say, “This is my son! Though he was left alone, I chose him and I love him! He is precious and beautiful and deserves my love!”

Monday, July 11, 2011

The Wrecking Eyes of Jesus

When you think of Jesus’ eyes, you wouldn’t put the word “wrecking” in the same sentence.  But that’s how Heidi Baker described the eyes of our Savior in a vision she had of Jesus.  But this Jesus personally challenged her to be radical for Him in one particular area.  And He used His eyes to wreck her in it.

As a sixteen-year-old student living on a Native American reservation in Mississippi, Heidi came to the Lord through a Navajo evangelist.  Months later, she had her first vision that lasted several hours.  Jesus spoke to her audibly about being a missionary in Asia, England and Africa. 

But it’s an encounter years later, after already starting and serving in an orphanage in impoverished Mozambique, when Heidi recalls another powerful personal encounter with Jesus…



In 2006, I attended a conference in Denver where I met Heidi’s husband Rolland.  My life would never be the same.  We had just brought home our first adopted child, Hannah-Claire.  There I sat, listening to this humble man tell of amazing things God was doing through him and his wife Heidi in the impoverished country of Mozambique.  God has used them to frequently raise the dead, give the blind back their sight,…you know, common things we experience daily here in America.  (Yeah, right.)

But it was when Rolland spoke about Heidi and the orphanage they started that my heart was touched (or “wrecked”).

Why do I write a post like this one today?

Maybe I’m thinking of you.

Maybe I’m thinking of how you tell yourself how impossible it is to adopt just one child.

Maybe I’m thinking of how you beat yourself down, thinking you cannot do this in your own power, and you’re wondering if God will come through in His power.

I wrote this post today because “the eyes have it.”  The eyes of an amazing, powerful, loving, more-than-enough Jesus Christ our Savior.
 
“I died that there would always be enough.” 
                                                      ~ Jesus

Tuesday, July 5, 2011

Reluctand Husband Syndrome - Question 11


QUESTION 11:

We have already adopted, but all of a sudden, he is reluctant to adopt anymore.  What do I do?

Hi, folks.  Welcome to the question after the last question!
 
I was blessed to get a great question in the middle of my series, and I promised the person I’d feature it at the end.  So now we’re at the end, and this is the very last question (unless, of course, someone else comes up with another great one!). 
 
So.  You’ve found yourself stuck, you think.  Your husband consented to adopting and you have your children, but now you don’t think you’re finished, and he does.

That’s okay.  I thought I was finished when Adéye mentioned each of our four adopted children. J  (Don’t you hate smiley faces?  But they do come in handy when you state certain things, and this is one of them.  I’m smiling right now, and my tongue is in my cheek.)

Do you want the easy answer or the hard answer?  Tough.  They’re both the same.

Wives, let me tell you something about men.  (I can do that.  I’m a man.)  We kick and we scream.  We want to hear from God ourselves, not through you!  Then we repent of all of that.  And we realize God might just speak through you.  Later, after we bring an orphan home, we kick ourselves because we love that child so doggone much and can’t believe we nearly missed it.  Then you bring up another child you found on a website, and we start to kick you.  And the whole thing starts over.

So what’s the easy-hard answer?  You both have to come to a consensus about what God is telling you.  You can pray and pray, but if God has definitely told your husband it’s done, it’s done. 

How do you know if God has told him that?  Well, ask him. 

“Honey, did God most definitely tell you our family is complete?”

“Yes.”

“Honey…uh…exactly HOW did He tell you this?  Did you see a burning bush in our backyard?  Did the words appear on our flour tortilla?”

Wives, give your man space.  He has come an extra-long way in agreeing to adopt in the first place.  God has done a miracle in him, hasn’t He?  But you see, your husband came to place in his heart when he recognized that God is in control and not himself.  So he is capable of putting HIS will aside to allow GOD’S WILL to occur.  Right?

One of the greatest things a husband wants from his wife is for her to trust the Christ in him.  He may not always get it right, but if he has a track record of crying uncle to God, it could and will happen again—but only if God is in it!

So you kinda need to approach your hubby like this:

“My darling strong and ruggedly handsome husband, I know you hear from God.  You have shown it by agreeing to adopt already.  So I leave you in the hands of our loving Father and trust that you are hearing from Him when you say that our family is complete.  Because I KNOW that if you’re not hearing right, God will smite you dead in your tracks.”

Alright.  Leave out the last line.  But the rest of it empowers him and should motivate him to “get it right.”

In the meantime, Eat Pray Love.

J

(There’s that darn smiley face again.)

Monday, July 4, 2011

Rainy July 4th

Sometimes when it rains on one of your favorite holidays, you just have to get cozy with your best friend and a cheap toy...





Saturday, July 2, 2011

The "Me" Monster


Whether you’re a man or a woman, wealthy or scraping by, a minister or lay person, chances are you struggle with one sneaky vice.  You look out for Number One.  Maybe a little too much.
  
I say sneaky, because we don’t like to think of ourselves as selfish, particularly if we’re known to be generous with our money or even our time.  But as followers of Christ, as those who have voluntarily signed up to be “slaves to righteousness” (Rom. 6:18), as those who admit that their lives are “not their own” (1 Cor. 6:19-20), we need to come face to face with our tendency to feed the Me Monster.

You know how marriage, it is said, is like holding up a mirror to yourself?  You’re unaware of all your flaws until your new spouse is kind enough to point them out?

Well, there is something else out there like marriage.  It’s called adoption.  As soon as our minds drift to the possibility of our family adopting a child, a lot of gunk enters there—gunk that proves that we’re looking out for ourselves first.

The problem is, there’s a lot of good common sense that helps justify how we’re thinking, like, “I need to think about my family first,” and “We need to be careful not to live above our means,” and “If I decide we’ll adopt, how will I put the other children through college?”

Gallant.  Even responsible.  But no matter how much “sense” our rationalization makes, it’s all done in vain if we don’t ask ourselves one simple question:

“What does GOD want in my life and in the life of my family?”

If we lived purely by our common sense and how we THINK God wants us to live, then Abraham never would’ve taken Isaac up that mountain with a knife in his hand.  Abraham knew murder was a sin.  And surely God wouldn’t ask him to do that.

I’m not asking that we circumvent Scripture until we hear some audible voice from the clouds.  I’m suggesting we—particularly we men—understand Scripture in its totality, in its context.

We can quote 1 Timothy 5:8—“Anyone who does not provide for their relatives, and especially for their own household, has denied the faith and is worse than an unbeliever”—to prove that, as the head of the house, I have this grave responsibility.  But if we read that passage in context, Paul is saying we have a responsibility to care for the needs of our parents and grandparents, especially if they’re widows!  And we all know how God feels about widows and orphans.

How do we do that if don’t have the money to do it?  Well, to God, that doesn’t matter!  It’s a command regardless.  It’s as if He expects us to TRUST Him with how He’s going to provide.

You see, we are not ever to question the “how.”  But we are ALWAYS to consider the “Who.”

Our Christian life started with God and will end with God, but we tend to forget that all the time in between, we must rely on God.  The key is to WANT TO know what God is telling us, to hear what He’s saying, then to be obedient and to follow through with it, no matter what the cost is to “me.”

Friday, July 1, 2011

Announcing the Winners!

Congratulations to the winners of our first give-way of Richard Stearns' amazing book, The Hole in Our Gospel!

After using Random.org, the following five people will receive their free copy.  All you need to do is to write to me at nogreaterjoydad@gmail.com and give me your full name and mailing address.

1.  Anna
2.  LineMarie
3.  L.O.T.
4.  Kindra
5.  Rachel (of Brown-Eyed Blessings)

Congratulations again.  And for those who did not win this time, check back with us.  We'll have more give-ways.  But most importantly, buy a copy of this book for yourself.  You won't be sorry!
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