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I think I met an angel this morning

12.7.12

Every weekday morning for the last several weeks, I’ve dropped the kids off at school and then called the JFK mail sorting center. I somehow got a back number I wasn’t really supposed to have to begin with. The first time I called, someone answered. I told him my problem; he said he’d look into it and call me back. Every morning since, it’s gone to voice mail and I’ve left the same message.

Hi, this is Kelly Raudenbush again. I’m really hoping you will help me and call me back. The package I’m looking for was sent from Nairobi, Kenya. It was mailed in September. It arrived at your facility and was scanned on October 16th at 10pm but hasn’t been scanned at all since then. It has to be there somewhere. Please, please, do what you can to find it and give me a call back to let me know the status at ###-###-####.

But, I never heard back. And, nothing on the online status of the package had changed. Mary’s post office in Kenya told her they did their job to get it here and that the reason I wasn’t getting it was because the post office was on strike. I assured her that wasn’t the case, but she didn’t get anywhere with getting them to help. Thousands of dollars worth of goods we were hoping to sell during the Christmas season so that we could send money again to these women, and the package was lost.

I prayed for that online status to change each day when I tried it again and again. Others were praying with me as well. But, we were resigned that it may have been stolen or lost for good. Earlier this week, I wired Mary a little bit of money and asked her to prepare another box to ship which she did on Tuesday. It wouldn’t get here in time for Christmas, but at least we’d have some new things come January.

My mail arrived as normal this morning–some cards, some bills, a small package of a gift ordered.

About an hour later, the doorbell rang.

I went to the door and found a man about 50 years old standing in the rain dressed in a suit–a coat, nice pants, a dress shirt, and a tie. At his feet was a very large box with my name on it.

I opened the door stunned, knowing right away that this was the box we had been praying would be found…at JFK sorting center.

“Good morning, ma’am. I have a package here for you if you’d just sign here.”

“Where did you get this? We’ve been looking for it for weeks, waiting for it for months?”

“Well, it just got here for you.”

“What? But?….Who are you?”

“I’m a supervisor for the post office. I personally brought this by for you since it was so heavy for your regular mailman.”

[who has delivered every other box just like this with no problem, mind you]

“What? It’s still saying on the computer that it is at JFK? I just called about this? I’ve been checking? I was told it hadn’t even gone through customs yet? I’m so confused.”

“Well, I’m glad it got here for Christmas.”

“Well, yeah! Wow…Are you an angel?” [Yes, I seriously asked him that.]

He chuckled then offered to carry the box into the house for me.

Then, I signed, and he went back to his plain old, normal, unmarked car and drove away.

And, I remained in the sunroom stunned and then ripped into the box to see what treasures Mary sent this time.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: The Sparrow Fund, words about faith

What I thought would be a boring birthday

10.4.12

My friend Amber was so sweet. She brought something with her to the Connecting While Correcting conference–a birthday card with something jingly in it.

Last night, when registration opened for Together Called and my phone was binging and my inbox ringing, Amber texted a “happy birthday” to me in the midst of all the registration rush. I texted back that I’d finally open her card. She couldn’t believe I had waited (and was probably wondering why I hadn’t thanked her for it). All week, I have seen it staring at me on my kitchen counter. I had waited because I had no plans for today besides a trip to the grocery store and thought it might make the day a little less boring.

Silly me.

In between the hundreds of Facebook notifications of people saying happy birthday (social media has even changed how we do birthdays), the Together Called registrations just kept coming. And, at 4pm today, 16 hours after we opened registration, every spot was taken. And, those spots represent families from 12 states.

Wow.

In all the excitement, I didn’t forget my sweet gift from Amber. I love it. A super cute necklace from Urban Aviary, one of Together Called’s sponsors. I think it’s officially my Together Called necklace now because every conference needs an official piece of jewelry, right?

(I did just put a picture of my chest on my blog, didn’t I? It’s my birthday. I can put a picture of my chest on my blog if I want to.)

What a day after all, a great, happy day.

There has been a high bar set for future birthdays. Maybe midnight on the night of October 3rd will have to be next year’s open registration date too.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: The Sparrow Fund

Together Called–big day, big day

10.3.12

Last spring, about 10 women gathered to talk about how a need could be met. These women, all adoptive mothers, knew first hand that there are unique challenges adoptive families face, challenges that can bring couples to their knees. We asked how we could encourage these parents in and around the Philadelphia area, offer them training, support, and community as they press on to answer God’s call in their lives.

And, Together Called was born.

I remember the night I came home from that get together when we stayed so long at a cafe that they had to kick us out. I shared the idea of a marriage retreat for adoptive parents with him and told him I thought it fit perfectly with what we were already doing. It took a little bit of convincing that night. But, since then, we’ve had confirmation after confirmation that this is how we should be serving.

On February 22nd-24th, 2013, up to 50 couples are going to gather in Lancaster County, PA at the Inn at Leola Village. We’ll hear from Nate and Sara Hagerty, faithful servants and adoptive parents of 4 children from Uganda and Ethiopia, who will be flying in from far away to bless us. We’ll have a couple opportunities to hear from a few other speakers with expertise in navigating the challenges in adoptive families–Mark and I will be sharing about connecting with your children and your spouse as you correct your children.

Since last spring, we have worked hard to share the vision and get folks on board with it because we wanted to surprise these couples with some red carpet treatment but keep the cost as absolutely low as possible. And, you know what? It wasn’t a hard sell.

Here are some of the folks who have made an investment in this retreat so that we can invest in adoptive families fully.

Just Love at Covenant Church of Doylestown
Project Philos at Chelten Baptist Church in Dresher
Grace Valley Fellowship Church in Valley Forge, 
Big Idea Productions, Group Publishing, MLG Exteriors, 
Bumber’s Bumblings, Urban Aviary, Sadie’s Bridal, Tees with a Purpose

The support of these folks and a few others not shown has been overwhelming. We are so pumped. 

Last night, before we finally turned out the lights, Mark said to me simply, “I’m so glad we decided to do this retreat.”

Registration opens at 11:59pm tonight (or as close to at that moment as we can get). Praying that I can say tomorrow that the confirmation has continued.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: The Sparrow Fund

Connecting while Correcting and Clear Confirmation

10.1.12

It’s Monday. And, I’ve been talking a lot today. Some vanilla chai spiced caffeinated coffee will do that to me, a decaf girl. But, I needed it because I think I got a total of 10 hours of sleep this weekend. My body is tired; but my heart is not (and that’s not because of the brew).

The Connecting While Correcting conference Saturday was more energizing than a grande latte. Nearly 100 people came, giving up basically a full Saturday, investing in their families, eager to learn. Cheryl Nitz gave the whys and the hows of connecting with our kids while handling difficult behavior so clearly. I saw a couple moms with a pen in one hand and a highlighter in another quickly writing and highlighting, repeat, repeat (makes a Type A overthinker like me proud).

Mark and I and some other trained folks led small groups of parents so they could hash through the material in a deeper way and brainstorm applying it to some real life situations. The rooms were filled with parents being vulnerable with the struggles and open to hearing suggestions with teachable spirits. We could have spent a few more hours in those groups.

“I will come to anything you guys offer. I mean that. Anything.” That’s what one woman told me at the end of the day. She asked me for more resources and scribbled down book names on her notes. I suggested the Empowered to Connect website to her and told her that it would be really helpful but did let her know it has a faith component, not knowing what she’d be comfortable with. She told me, “I don’t come from any faith background but if what you all talked about today is there, I’m all for it.”

What better encouragement could we receive? Clear confirmation that what has brought Mark and I to our Starbucks travel mugs of caffeinated beverages this morning is right.

This conference may be over, but we trust that it’s impact will be long lasting. We have just enough time now to catch our breath.

Registration for Together Called, our faith-based marriage retreat for adoptive couples in February, will open at 11:59pm Wednesday night.

Any of ya’ll feel like taking a road trip to Lancaster County, PA? I’m rubbing my hands together in anticipation already.

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Posted by Kelly the Overthinker
Filed Under: The Sparrow Fund

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