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Their Vision is Valuable

4.30.15

What if…

A whole lot of greatness starts with those two words. When Ben Leaman, a professional photographer and personal friend, joined our TSF team for the second time to serve at an orphanage in Shaanxi, China where 300 children, most of whom have some sort of special need, call home, we asked a few questions that started with those two words.

What if…

What if we used our giftedness to offer something that had not been done there before? What if we offered children an opportunity to capture the world…their world…in an image? What if we offered some sort of workshop to call out their creative spirits while teaching them about life in the process?

That’s how it all started. We asked what if and then we slowly moved forward step by step as doors opened before us.

In October 2014, only 7 months ago, our team of 15 in partnership with America World traveled clear across the world to serve children without families and those who care for them day in and day out. At 4pm everyday we were there, we paired up one-on-one with 12 children the orphanage selected for our special class and saw a miracle happen.

Ben spoke truth about how shadows serve as a reminder that we make an impact on the world, how colors reflect emotions and how emotions are part of who we are, and how we are created beautifully simply as we are and that beauty is all around us even when it may seem hidden.

Those children’s lives were changed through this workshop as God spoke through Ben and the rest of our team and affirmed each one of these children that their vision is valuable and they are valuable. And, our lives were changed too as we got to take part in it.

What if…

We came home from China asking those words again. This time, they led us to something in our own neighborhood rather than to China.

Tomorrow night, we will be hosting the premier exhibit featuring a sample of the images these children captured. 30 large-scale pieces of art will be on display as well as pictures of the artists themselves. We are fully expecting to have a crowd show up to take it all in. And, we can’t wait because we know that miracles don’t just happen during a weeklong workshop on the other side of the world; miracles happen right here too. We trust that this exhibit is going to change the lives of those who come as they enter into the beauty and the stories of the children who captured it.

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We’re already thinking through what it would take to make this exhibit a traveling one. While it seems like a crazy thing as I look at the sheer volume of the 30 large framed pictures in my living room all ready to meet the world on Friday, we can’t help but ask…what if…

If you want to be on that list to first hear about what would be involved in bringing this exhibit to your hometown or your church or ministry, email me at kraudenbush@sparrow-fund.org, and I’ll be sure to send you information as soon as we put it together.

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

He changed my prayer

4.29.15

It was 6:15, and I was sitting in my green chair, the one where you can always find me at about that time. I may be reading, my 5 lb. ESV on my lap giving me comfort the same way a weighted blanket would. I may be writing in my spiral notebook that I never leave home without. I may just be there, eyes shut, trying to focus long enough to really have a conversation with God. Regardless, most mornings I’m there, coffee in hand, enjoying the quiet and the light of the lamp beside me as the world outside is still waking up.

How could I feel tired when the day had not yet even started? It was a different kind of tired, not the kind that another 30 minutes of sleep cures. It was the kind of tired that led me to ask God to fill me and give me what I needed so I could serve with boldness and compassion. As soon as I had asked, I felt as if God replied; He wanted me to ask for something more. It isn’t just boldness and compassion that I need; I need something richer, deeper still. What I need is bold compassion and compassionate boldness. It’s a minor change in verbiage, I know, but a weighted change.

I can no longer get away with 11-o’clock-news compassion, you know, the kind of compassion that lasts about 2 minutes until something else pops up and distracts me from it. I’m pretty good at that kind of compassion. I can put my hand on my chest, wax poetic, say the right things, sound affected, and honestly feel like I am…for a couple minutes. And, then something else grabs my attention, and life moves on. But, I need bold compassion, the kind of compassion that breaks my heart a little, makes my stomach hurt, compelling compassion that moves me to some sort of action be it small or not so small. It’s compassion that disrupts my day and my plan, makes life uncomfortable. It’s compassion that changes me and that God miraculously uses to change the world. Give me that compassion, God.

And, the boldness I asked God for? I was picturing some sort of triune boldness, boldness for me to step up, stand up, and speak up. That kind of boldness seems empowering, right? I step up. I stand up. I speak up. I’m seen. I’m heard. I’m…I’m…I’m… Do you hear that? That kind of boldness may produce something good; it could lead to some world change. But, I’d be patting myself on the back when it did. He wants something more from me. I need a different kind of boldness entirely, boldness for action that isn’t focused on me at all, compassionate boldness that makes my life different before seeking to make others’ lives different, cross-shaped boldness that makes me willing to die to myself for the good of someone else. Give me that boldness, God.

Everybody needs opportunities that drive them to such fatigue to ask God for big things so God can speak and mold their hearts and change what they’re asking for. And, maybe everybody needs a green chair and good coffee to drink while they’re in it.

 

Linxi April 201

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