Part of a blogging series on orphan-hosting with Project 143Today marks the four-week mark of meeting the peerless W. for the first time. We have ten days left with him, and it's going to be tough when the day for "goodbye" arrives. He's such an upbeat kid - helpful, proactive, interested. We're all going to feel his absence keenly. Spending a month with a foster kid is full of poignant moments; this will come as a surprise to no one. But I've been finding that the month-long build-up of these moments - my tracking them and mulling them over - has been a window on just how little we've engaged with people whose lives are much harder than our own. Jesus was most concerned about - spent most of his time with - the vulnerable, the outcast, and the downtrodden… We haven't been as concerned, and haven't spent much time. The poignant moments in our time with W, and the cataloguing of them, has been helping pull us into the ways of Jesus. They've been a gift from Him as we slowly get our start. Here are some that stand out.
We went into this hosting experience knowing it'd be unlike anything we've done before. And we weren't wrong. The days are filled with a swarm of thoughts, efforts, oversights, and wonderings that are new. The whole climate of day-to-day life is, quite simply, different..Read More →
My biggest fear yesterday - arrival day for the Latvian crew, and our W. - was that I would miss it. Their Uzbekistan Airways flight was scheduled to land at JFK at 12:30 PM; my DC - JFK flight arrived at 11:20 AM. The.Read More →
Weekend before last we had a just-the-two-of-us getaway, my husband and I, to the Shenandoahs to celebrate 15 years of marriage (woot!). It was completely and perfectly heavenly. We stopped at cute coffee shops, we bed-and-breakfasted, we rented a canoe and took it 11 miles down the Shenandoah River, we had delicious dinners out..Read More →
This was our home telephone number when I was 8 years old: 828-3010. If I answered the phone in our London townhouse, I was to say: "Hello, this is Susan. Who's calling please?" And I did. The license plate on our blue Volvo station.Read More →
OK folks, time for a good old-fashion parenting post… Seems like it's been a while. Not in my brain, where it's pretty much feels like All Parenting All the Time (for better and worse), but in this space. So I.Read More →
Six weeks till we'll be welcoming an 11-year old Latvian boy into our home through an orphan-hosting program, and I'm beginning to clear some space and make ready for his arrival. Which leads.Read More →