Friday, September 23, 2011

Matching Fund for Ferrill Adoption

I know many of you have a heart for adoption.

And I know many of you know the Ferrill family.

If not, you are missing a blessing! :)

Laine is one of my "real life" friends, and we have known their sweet family since we each had two kiddos. She and her family now have 8 precious blessings,with two more waiting in China.

The Ferrills have adopted 4 children from China and have stepped out on faith to bring home their newest son and daughter. They are about a month or so from travel and are lacking about $15,000.

The Lord has allowed our church to offer the Ferrills a $5000 matching grant in hopes of helping them bring home their babies.

If you feel led to give to the Ferrills' adoption costs, your $10 can turn into $20 or your $50 can turn into $100!

And your donation would be tax-deductible!

You can bless this family and live out James 1:27 yet again by sending a check to

New Covenant Baptist Church
PO Box 4
Oneonta, AL 35121

Be sure to include on the memo "Adoption Fund."

I cannot wait to see how the Lord raises the funds for these two babies to come home to their family! I know from our experience that He LOVES adoption!

Let's see how we as the body of Christ can get involved and partner with the Ferrills to bring these babies home!

Monday, September 12, 2011

Let the Chips Fall Where They May

I love being a wife and a mommy.

It is truly the most rewarding roles and experiences of my life. 

More rewarding than college achievements.
More rewarding than teaching 150 children in a 7th grade classroom.
Better than traveling to Europe, Canada, Bahamas, and China.
Greater treasure than even ministering in orphanages and teaching the Bible to impoverished women in a 3rd world country.

Yet, hands down, I believe it to be the hardest.  (Do I have a witness? :)

There is nothing easy about serving others from sunup (or before) til long after sundown. 

It just doesn't agree with my flesh.  I mean, sometimes my flesh just screams against it.

I remember just a few weeks after we had returned from China.  I think I was still trying to shake off jetlag or something (just how long does that excuse work anyway?), or maybe it was that first trimester fatigue.  Or could it have been 3 very little and active boys?  I don't know, but I was exhausted.

And I remember lying back across my bed shortly after breakfast and saying to the Lord, "Really, Lord?  Do I have to die to myself AGAIN?"

For about 60 seconds, I thought that I just could not do it.  No more.  Nada. 

But I felt a response as clear as day coming from His Word that I had hidden in my heart:  Yes, you do.  You must die daily.

"Then he said to them all, 'If anyone desires to come after Me, let him deny himself, and take up his cross daily, and follow Me.  For whoever desires to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for My sake will save it'" (Luke 9:23).

"I affirm, by the boasting in you which I have in Christ Jesus our Lord, I die daily" (1 Corinthians 15:31).

Some days are easier than others to die to self.  But I want to look back on these years as helpmeet and mommy and know that I gave it my all. 

"Yes, and if I am being poured out as a drink offering on the sacrifice and service of your faith, I am glad and rejoice with you all" (Philippians 2:17).

"For I am already being poured out as a drink offering, and the time of my departure is at hand" (2 Timothy 4:6).

I don't want to give a little.  And while I may not be a "seasoned" mama yet (I don't know, when do we qualify as seasoned or veterans?  when we get wounded?  lol), I know enough to realize that giving just a little will never. ever. do. 

I must be poured out like a drink offering. 

Give when it is inconvenient.

Give when it hurts.

Give when you would much, much rather receive.

And let the potter chip off a little--or a lot--at a time.

Cause while I am being poured out like a drink offering, I know that my earthen vessel that is pouring this drink is very, very imperfect.

But the potter is still using me.  Gracious enough to even allow me to offer up any drinks at all.

And meanwhile, chip.  Chip.  Chip.

That's what He does.  Provides the grace.  Provides the faith.  Even provides the drink.

And as I offer, He chips.  Chips.  Chips.

Making me into something I could never do on my own.  Showing me that even though I go to bed tonight with the drink completely poured out, He will fill it back up again in the morning with beautiful new mercies.

Proving over and over that He *is* faithful.  That, yes, He can carry me through losing a parent, adopting 2 children, a seemingly unorganized move, and a God-timed pregnancy in such a way that it can only be His grace.

Chip.  Chip.  Chip.

Keep pouring.  Keep pouring.  Keep pouring.

They are worth it.  And He sustains.