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Together Called 2017 {who will fill the last 3 spots?}

2.19.17

We expected it to fill back in October when registration opened just like it had for the past 4 years. And, it did. It’s not because of any awesome marketing strategy or cool graphics. We actually aren’t that great at those. It was because so many foster and adoptive couples know what they need. And, we’re right there with them. We don’t need another conference. There’s already a lot of good ones out there. We need connection; we need each other. We need to intentionally step out of our daily life and take a deep breath so that we can press on in what we have been together called to do.

That’s what the Together Called marriage retreat is about. Yeah, there’s a schedule. Yeah, speakers do prepare something. Good speakers most often do. Yeah, there are breakout sessions (we’re leading one of them) and a resource table. But, all that is planned—all that we as a team plan—is planned to promote connection—connection to a kindred community, connection between a husband and wife, and connection to the One who made each one of us and takes great pleasure in us even when we feel like we are not up for the task before us.

Life can change pretty fast for people in the adoption world which means that some of those couples who said yes to this and registered back in October have had to say “not this time” after all, leaving us with THREE OPEN SPOTS for this year’s Together Called being held the last weekend in March at Bear Creek Mountain Resort.

If the idea of retreat alone is not enough (I can’t imagine that it wouldn’t be). Check out some of the folks who are a part of the program: Nate and Sara Hagerty, renown author of Every Bitter Thing is Sweet and our very first Together Called speakers; singer/songwriters (and adoptive parents) Philip and Jessica Morlan from Seeds Family Worship; Jeff Nitz, Senior VP of Adoption and Family Services at Bethany Christian Services, and his wife Cheryl Nitz, Director of the Attachment & Bonding Center of Pennsylvania; Carolyn Ruch of Rise and Shine Movement, Anna Balfour of Potential Difference, Amy Brady of PAUSE, and Stephanie Smit of The Sparrow Fund team. Mark and I are championing the whole deal and leading a breakout session on connecting as a husband and wife.

Head over to the page about the event on The Sparrow Fund’s site
NOW to read more about the weekend
and
Add your name to THE WAITING LIST to try to get one of the three open spots.

Maybe you didn’t know about it back in October. Or, maybe you simply weren’t able to commit then. We totally get that. But, now that we’re this close, we’d love for you to consider or reconsider. You’ll never regret an investment made in connection.

I can’t wait to see who jumps in.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: The Sparrow Fund

my response to being a learner teacher

2.18.17

Simply being on a college campus is good for me. It’s quite remarkable how backpacks, classrooms, and using a cafeteria tray produce a lot of aspirations. But, I wasn’t carrying a student ID and wearing whatever clean clothes I had left in my closet this time; I was carrying a guest parking pass and wearing my new ankle boots and favorite Anthro top.

I enjoy teaching. Not because I’m good at it though. I enjoy it because there’s such excitement in looking into the faces of individuals who all signed up for a class called “Creating a Positive Change for Children” and telling them that they don’t have to do big things to make a big impact. In a classroom in the Fred Rogers Center, a place dedicated to sustaining the work and legacy of a man who was all about simple and deep rather than complex and shallow, I shared a little about the work I get to do to create positive change for children and my heart for those who care for the most vulnerable children in the world. They asked questions; I tried to answer them, all of us coming from a place of wanting to be used as instruments of change.

I had a lot to process on my 4 1/2 hour drive home—the experience inside that classroom as well as a full day leading up to it spent one-on-one with the director of the Fred Rogers Center and the man who, over the last two years, instilled much of the same message to me, that what I do matters, that I don’t have to do big things to make a big impact, and that there’s no tool I need or can teach that is more effective than simply offering me.

I keep up with one of the staff at the orphanage where we serve. Her name means beautiful, likely given to her as a wish by whoever was in charge of intake and naming when she was abandoned as a baby at the same orphanage where she now works. It’s a name that fits her well. In October 2015, I led my first staff training there. It is a video driven training where, simply put, we capture the good and magnify it. We used a number of clips that day but the most effective clip we used was one featuring her. I had entered a classroom to observe and take notes of a child in the class. As I did, I caught one of the most beautiful moments there I’ve ever seen, a moment shared by a little boy who would soon be someone’s son and a young woman, an orphan never chosen made teacher. Not long ago, I asked her what it was like for her to be come to a mandatory staff training, sit far in the back looking at the backs of the heads of all those ranked higher than her, and then see herself on the large screen in the front as an example of what good caregiving looks like. It’s a bit of a puzzle talking back and forth as we both use app translations to communicate. Among all of the pieces of our conversation puzzle as she responded to me, there were a few phrases that became ones that I wanted to read over and over again. One of those such phrases was this one: 让我想要做的更好—It made me want to do better.

In those 4 1/2 hours in the car, my response was the same as hers: 让我想要做的更好—I want to do better. All the conversation about how to use the Simple Interactions curriculum more effectively despite cross cultural and system challenges; how to multiply impact and create systemic change by reaching a few people who each reach a few people who each reach a few people; how to utilize the same tool with directors as they lead staff and parents as they lead sons and daughters and even children as they care for other children; how to live out Simple Interactions as a team, as a community; how to balance a near sighted vision to gently nudge along the person before me right now and give them what they need with a far sighted vision that reminds me why I’m pressing on and why the simple interactions matter; time spent with aspiring world changers just sharing a glimpse into what I have the privilege of doing…time spent as a student eager to learn from a gifted and world-changing teacher…all that led me to the same response that my friend in China shared—让我想要做的更好.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Orphans, The Sparrow Fund

Dear “Quinn” {Advocating}

2.15.17

Dear “Quinn”

You were so quiet when I met you in October. But, I understand. I would have been quiet too. Your foster mother placed you before me and put a sign in your hands with your name and your birthday on it written on it. She told you to say your name and perform for me. You obeyed but spoke so quietly that I could barely hear your voice. Your foster mother tried to nudge you along with a lot of words I couldn’t understand. I tried to assure you that it was okay. I’m sorry you couldn’t understand all my words. When she realized you weren’t going to show me what she had hoped, your foster mother took out her phone and started pulling up videos of you. She showed me you singing along with pop songs, when you made up your own dance and performed for her as she did laundry, you chatting away to your foster father at a restaurant. She pinched her own cheeks and laughed; you eat well and are cute and round but don’t like when people call you chubby. Good for you, sweet girl, for saying so! She went back to her phone, quickly scrolling through hundreds of pictures until she found some from when you were just a baby. She paused and admired your cuteness herself and then invited me to admire you too. You’ve been in her care for a long time, and she has done a good job. But, she wants her job to end. I know that’s hard to imagine because she loves you so much. But, I know it’s true because she wants you to have a family. You are loved in her home, but you are not a daughter and cannot be. And, she so wants you to be able to be a daughter. She wants your name to no longer announce to the world that you do not belong. She wants a daddy and a mommy to claim you and make you theirs, to give you a new name that goes before you and says “this girl is no longer alone. She has a future!”

She showed me a lot of pictures and a lot of videos that day. Then, she turned to you and put her hand on your head and looked at me and asked me to find a family for you.

Sweet child, I will be your storyteller. I will tell everyone who will listen about how your foster sister is your best friend and how excited you were to show me your new coat and how you wanted to make sure people saw your special piggy tails that your foster mother gave you for a day trip out to the zoo. I will tell everyone to be thankful for the label of “delayed” that someone gave you when you were little because you were behind your friends. After all, it’s that label that makes it possible for a family who may not have even started any paperwork to say yes to you. And, I am praying someone will say yes to you very soon not just because you need a family but because I know there’s a family who needs you.

 

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“Quinn” is eligible for adoption through Madison Adoption Associates and is still waiting despite her super endearing roundness and dance moves. Email me or Sarah@madisonadoption.org for more information.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Advocating

The learner teacher

2.12.17

A couple of hours ago, I could hear the sounds of men’s voicing singing. From right down the hall, literally maybe 20 feet from my bedroom door, Benedictine monks were singing back and forth in conversation, and the smell of incense filled the entire floor of the building.

I drove about 4 1/2 hours here today, essentially westward bound on one road the whole time which means very little effort needed for navigation and a lot of time to think deeply. There was plenty to think about. Tomorrow, I spend the day with a man I have admired for years for his work with children and orphanage caregivers, who I’ve modeled much of what I do after. And, tomorrow afternoon, I will join his seminar class Creating Positive Change for Children. I’m wishing right now that by join I meant that I get to sit and listen to him teach and take copious notes while I nod my head in agreement. But, that’s not the case. I’m joining his class as in guest teaching his class.

I was honored when I got the invitation a few months ago. But, as I sit on this twin bed with the scent of incense remaining, I’m feeling so much less a teacher and so much more a learner. I don’t want to walk into that space tomorrow with my cute ankle boots and current favorite Anthro top like I’m some world changer who is going to inspire the masses and then drop the mic. I want to go in as a kindred spirit whose motivations are always mixed but who God has chosen to use anyway despite myself. I want to celebrate good things I’ve seen in the lives of children who believed they were stuck where they were and remarkable movement in the right direction in seemingly hopeless places not because of any part of me but because of His redemption of broken things and that He invites us to be part of it. I’m not an expert who can speak anything more to whoever sits in that classroom tomorrow. I may still have my cute boots on…okay, I definitely will…but I’m a learner just like they are.

It’s after 11:00pm. The only noise now in this very large building of many rooms is a quiet hum of a radiator. The scent of incense still remains. I wonder when the singing will start in the morning.

 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: words about faith

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