Miracles in the Mundane

Miracles in the Mundane

We signed up to host M on the very last day possible. Her original host family was unable to host at the last minute, but M’s visa and passport had already been processed, so she needed to find a family immediately. Since we had only heard about New Horizons two weeks before the deadline, we were the last-minute family! We had six weeks to prepare before she arrived. God helped us move the mountain of preparations in front of us one rock at a time. The first step was to complete the massive online application in one evening, and then have some paperwork notarized and overnighted to the main office. As you can imagine, it is no small work to wade through the bureaucracy of having an orphan travel overseas to stay with your family for a month! While the children...

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A Work in Progress

  I love watching a good movie, snuggled up on the couch with my husband. As you are watching, all the pieces fit together so beautifully—the dialogue, the costumes, the music, the cinematography. I’d much rather watch the movie than the “making of the movie” documentary buried in the special features section of the DVD. But the magic on the screen is possible only with  months of work leading up to the final product– the composer struggling with the score, the actors working up just the right emotion for the scene, the editor straining over hours of film. The process is not nearly as fascinating as the end result. God is at work in the process. I knew God had opened doors to make it possible for M to come for Christmas. God had provided again...

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Any journey begins with a single step…

I sat in the St. Louis airport, shivering from fear, nervousness, and a fever of 102°. “What in the world am I doing?” I asked myself, surrounded by a group of people who were in the same situation as I was, but families who were complete strangers to me. Meanwhile, I was alone because my own family was hunkered down in a nearby hotel, waiting for my return with our…guest. My youngest daughter was suffering from the same virus I had, and at one point, my husband texted me, “Alison’s fever is going up—PRAY!”  I burst into tears. The fear of the unknown challenge we were about to face, the fear for my baby girl, the fear I was making a huge mistake—my fears overwhelmed me, once again. Everyone has something she wishes she could change about...

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