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30 hours + 26 hours {reunion worth it all}

10.17.16

China and I got off to a rough start. 30 hours door-to-door travel, missing luggage, and a hotel arrival at 3am doesn’t build our relationship. Three and a half hours after arriving, I was out of bed and up again. There was no time to waste today on jet lag. I had a very important meeting today, one that could not be missed for anything.

kelly-with-boys

One ran to greet me arms opened wide. The other hung back in shock to see me there. It took them literally 5 minutes to request OH HAPPY DAY on my phone and charade asking me if I brought him his camera. We played Legos with a kit his mama-to-be sent to him, watched old videos on my phone of their time in America, sang some praise songs together, and gave a lot of hugs and kisses. We called home and woke Mark up for them to yell a few words into the phone including “Shūshu! Āyí zài zhōngguó!” (Uncle! Aunt is in China!) Drew and Ashlyn were awakened (5:40am there time, mind you) at the boys’ request. Then another call to wake up the other Ayi and Shushu for another round of yelling and laughing.

30 hours of travel. 4 hours meeting waiting children. 2 hours dining with directors. 1 hour with these boys. 26 hours total in this city before flying back to Beijing.

Every minute redeemed.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: China, M.Y.

OH HAPPY DAY {shirts}

8.14.16

I couldn’t be more excited about the newest Sparrow Fund shirt design.

It’s the softest, most comfortable shirt ever and it’s inspired by this guy.

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He came here with only a few English words (“hell0,” “fine, thank you.”). On his first trip to church on his first Sunday here, he heard the song “Happy Day.” He started singing parts of the chorus later that day. Within days, he was singing the entire song…all. the. time. Every time we got in the car, “Happy Day?” he’d request it played…on repeat.

He sang the words as did his buddy who quickly caught onto the fun of it. Now, we get to wear the words.

It just makes me happy.
oh happy day shirts collage 670 wide

 All proceeds from sales of this shirt go towards funding the orphan care initiatives of The Sparrow Fund (orphanage trips, supplies and gifts, new programs, good stuff for kids who need advocates).

Details:

Shirts come in adult and youth sizes. The adult shirts are my favorite shirt ever— a super, super soft tri-blend. The youth sizes are a cotton/poly blend that is really comfy for even the most sensitive kiddos. Adult sizes come in heather grey, denim blue, or teal. Youth sizes come in heather grey, denim blue, or bright pink.

How to get some for yourself:

  • Complete the short form HERE with your name, mailing address, how many shirts you want in what sizes/colors, and all that good stuff.
  • Pay for them ($20 per shirt plus shipping) via sending money to mraudenbush@sparrow-fund.org through your PayPal account (FYI – it’s the account for The Sparrow Fund, not a personal account…promise) or by donating via clicking the donate button on The Sparrow Fund website (www.sparrow-fund.org).
  • Share, tweet, and text using hashtag #ohhappyday to help us spread the word about these super cute first day of school or birthday or adoption day or casual Friday shirts (this one is optional, of course, but most appreciated).

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

Without further ado…meet M.Y.’s family {guest post}

7.18.16

Once upon a time, a girl married her very best friend. And, life was good. God blessed them with one son, then two sons, then three, then four, then five sons. Son #4 waits for their joyous reunion in heaven one day. But, even amidst loss, life was good. It was a life filled with love and laughter and lots and lots of testosterone! And, their family was complete.

But, God has a way of working in unexpected ways. The nudge to adopt was persistent, but equally persistent was their ignoring of the nudge. “We can’t afford it,” they said; “We are too old,” they said. But, God’s nudges turned into audible, tangible undeniable leading and they finally said yes to adopting a son in 2013. They stood amazed at how the life that was good already could increase in goodness, but it did. Their new son was their delight, and now their family was complete.

But, God has a way of working in unexpected ways. They found themselves longing to adopt another child. But, they became quite good and pushing it aside. “Adoption is so very expensive!” “We still have loans to pay off from our first adoption;” “After years of struggling financially, we are starting to see the light at the end of the tunnel;” “And, we are even older now!” So, the longings were ignored and the quiet nudges were ignored as well and justified away…until last month.

Friends were hosting a little boy from China this summer. “Isn’t that great? Oh boy, he’s so handsome.” She shared pictures of Lego creations he made. “Wow! Isn’t that incredible that he made those himself? Josiah would love him.” She posted these words:

Oh my goodness. He just sat down at our dining room table and imitated us praying complete with hands folded and a “dear Lord” in the beginning. ‪#‎Hehearshim‬ ‪#‎findinghisfamily‬ ‪#‎whohasroomforonemore‬

“Oh wow. Do we have room for him?” With every post, what started as a quiet nudge increased in volume until it was a loud voice that we could no longer ignore. A whirlwind of conversations and connections led to a trip East to Philadelphia where we spent a weekend with our friends and the boy they were hosting who we learned was our son.

We are his family.

Mark and Kelly and their four children committed to following God’s call through hosting a sweet boy from China; they prayed that God would move through their efforts to provide him with a family of his own. God’s will became clear as both families prayed for His guidance. His handwriting was on the wall—in the support of our older sons, in the time we spent in Philadelphia, in the encouragement from Mark and Kelly, in the prayers of our son Josiah, in the unity between us. Early on in the process, before we gave our resounding yes, I voiced my fear: “It sure would be easier if we just dropped the whole thing.” One of our sons responded with, “Since when does God call us to do what’s easy?”

On the day after we returned, the day we knew we needed to respond one way or another, this is what my husband and I read during morning devotions:

Oh, Lord, what an amazing opportunity you have spread out before me – a chance to make a difference for you in a desperately hurting world. Help me to see the needs you want me to see, to react in a way that honors you, and to bless others by serving them gladly with practical expressions of your love. Help me be Jesus’ hands and feet, and through your Spirit give me the strength and wisdom I need to fulfill your plan for me in my own generation. In Jesus’ name I pray, Amen.

Later that day, we sent this message to Kelly:

M.Y. is going to be a DeVries. Happy Day!!

Our son…the seventh son of a girl and her best friend is coming home! We praise God who does far more than we could ask or imagine. He IS a good, good Father.

July 10 Devries

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Follow their journey to bring him home on THIS FACEBOOK PAGE. Consider helping them HERE so that M.Y. doesn’t wait a single day more than he needs to because of any reason related to finances. 

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: Advocating, M.Y.

Promise kept

7.17.16

wechat callThe best word to describe the six of us right now is GIDDY.

I had promised him I’d “call China.” He had asked me to call him too but then he scrolled through the contacts on my phone, shrugged his shoulders, and said: “I don’t know. Bù zhīdào,” communicating very clearly that he knew I didn’t have his number. I shrugged my shoulders too and told him I’d try.

And, tonight, we did!

In the lobby of his orphanage, three little boys gathered around the orphanage director’s phone. For about 15 minutes, we all laughed and shouted each other’s names, smiled so big our cheeks hurt (note my huge smile to the left), and said “Wǒ ài nǐ!”

He lost his front tooth. We had so hoped that wiggly tooth would fall out here. Apparently, he lost it on Friday, the day after he returned to China. It didn’t seem loose enough for that. I wonder if they pulled it regardless.

They all were happy. They were jumping up and down with excitement and playfully pushing each other out of the way to get closer to the little screen. We saw other staff in the background smiling, enjoying watching the boys enjoy this moment.

It was so good to see them.

They are good. They are all good.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: M.Y.

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