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green pastures {our hutong jar}

8.9.16

Our bucket is filled today. But, it’s being emptied regularly.

Earlier this summer, a big, heavy box arrived at our doorstep. In it, we found this.

hutong jar - 1 (1)

It was sent by our hutong, about a dozen families who have made a commitment to us, to having our backs, to praying for us, to loving us for us not just what we do. They’re our people.

There enclosed detailed instructions:

This glass jar is filled with a year’s worth of love and encouragement from families in your hutong. Each day you have two choices: Take out one slip of encouragement, read it, and slip it on the large ring. OR Take out two Hershey’s kisses – one for each of you – so that as you eat them you are reminded of the hugs we would all like to give you if we were all local.

As you go through the year, reading the slips of paper and adding them to the ring, you will be making a ring of encouragement. At the end of the year, once all the slips of paper are on the ring, you will be able to read through the notes of encouragement again and again.

We haven’t followed their instructions exactly. There have been days we haven’t opened the jar at all; some days, just walking past it where it rests in our living room has been enough. Other days, I confess that we had some kisses and read three or four slips of paper because that’s just how much was needed.

Remember that “green pastures” rarely look or feel as abundant as we wish or expect

When Satan tells you his lies, meet them with the Truth.

We are in awe of how God has blessed your steps of faith!

Still other days, we were just too wrapped up in our own stuff to even go there. We knew we needed what was in that jar, but we couldn’t accept it. Those are the days that the battle within us is most fierce, the days we feel the most poured out, the days we most need our hutong to hold our arms up so that we know we may feel alone but we are actually surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses.

We don’t deserve it. But, man, we are so thankful we have it. We are learning how to receive. And, they are giving us plenty of practice.

 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Traditions, words about faith

Without further ado…meet “Jasper’s” family {guest post}

8.1.16

It was a hard morning for the obvious reason. We were saying goodbye to the little boy who had most definitely changed us and won our hearts…all five of our hearts. But, it was harder still that we were sending him back technically “unmatched.” I was worried that his two buddies who had been matched with families since coming to America would talk about coming back and that our sweet Jasper would be left wondering why his story would turn out differently. He needed to be someone’s son. He needed to have a forever family. Of course, my heart ached as I watched him walk down the security line and I couldn’t tell him, “we will see you again.” But there was one thing I did know in all that sadness—I know a God who created this boy for a purpose, a God who loves him more than we do, a God who called us to be part of his story. And the thing is, I believe every word my God tells me, and I trust His promises. I knew in that sadness, my God was in control.

You see, several days earlier, I spoke to a woman who lived in a state I have never been to, in a place unfamiliar to me. We talked about him. She was smitten with him, and I could feel her intensity and honest desire through the phone, to know this boy. She said, “we are going to leave, and drive to meet him.” I was overwhelmed by her passion as this drive would be no easy feat, leaving behind 3 young children and a large farm in their absence. My husband and I prayed for them that this would be his family. They pulled up the next day (after 14 hours) at a farewell picnic for the children and their host families, and I watched she and her husband smile as they watched him play and laugh in his adorable way. I felt His peace. It was a bitter sweet feeling, almost like watching your child be married off (I imagine)…there they go…I hope I did everything right, I hope they are loved as much…no, more, than we do. I felt the presence of my God assuring me of His plan, and His great love.

He has a forever family, dear friends. He is coming back to live as every child should, in a secure home, with stable and consistent love. With the promise that he will always have someone to call him son. And even better, with the chance to grow up meeting the very God who brought this family to him and secured this love. I’d say that is the best ending to his story that could ever be. And we are so very, very blessed to be but a small chapter in it all.

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Many of you have come to know and love this little boy “Jasper.” Many of you have followed the story of him and his friends, their journey to America, their new experiences. Many of you have read the messages from his host mom, detailing what a sweet, happy, and loving boy he is. Many of you have prayed for him to find his forever family.

Now let me tell you about someone you don’t know—a family, actually. A family of five. Husband Ed, wife Allison, and three boys aged 5, 7, and 9. That’s us. We’re a pretty average family just trying to follow God’s plan. Three years ago, we were called to adopt a little guy from China. We listened. We made that 2-year-old boy our son. And, it turned our comfortable life upside down! When things finally stabilized (somewhat!), we started to think about adopting again. Then, one day I saw THE picture. You know the one I’m talking about, the one with the three best friends in their bright orange shirts. It did me in!

Jasper. Brett. Joel (4)

With every word Beth shared about him, I became more and more smitten until we decided we needed to do something big. Two days before “Jasper” returned to China, my husband and I drove 14 hours to spend one hour watching “Jasper” and talking to his host family. Then, we turned around and drove 14 hours back home. We talked about things. We talked to our boys. We learned more about “Jasper’s” special needs. We wanted to make sure we weren’t just getting caught up in the moment. Most of all, we wanted to pray about it. The only way to know what our role was to be in “Jasper’s” life was to pray about it.

8 days after that day we drove to Philly, allow me to introduce myself.

Hi! I’m Allison. I’m “Jasper’s” mom.

Jasper family pic

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It is with very happy hearts that we share that ALL the children hosted are coming back! Every child has been matched with a forever family who are all now racing to do paperwork and bring them home fast!

Oh happy day!!!

If you are interested in hosting, please contact Sarah, the social worker at Madison. She is currently planning hosting for January as well as next summer.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Advocating, guest post

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