The Miniature Earth

Talkin' bout my girl...

This is my girl Stephania...



If I was old enough and financially capable to adopt, she would be mine.
Sadly, I do not meet any of the criteria. But I'm sure some of you do!!

My baby needs a forever family!
When I walk into a room I look for the child not many would seek out.
And in searching for that child at Three Angels, I found Stephania.
She is absolutely beautiful! She has a smile that lights up the room and a quiet giggle that warms my heart. The day I left Haiti, I held this precious little girl in my arms and cried...ok, so maybe I bawled uncontrollably. Her arms were wrapped around my neck and she began patting my back. I stood her up to look in her eyes, leaned in to give her a kiss (which in Stephania's case means getting licked) and prayed for the Lord to provide loving parents for her. I trust and know my God is faithful.

Not used to sharing my bed...

For the past two nights, I have shared my bed...with a suitcase.

In in the midst of working extra hours this week and trying to see my friends before I leave, I have stayed up extra late to try and get things packed for Haiti. Just when I'm ready to crash, I have had no energy to move everything off of my bed. All I want to do is lay down for some sweet rest. In the morning when I wake up, this is what I roll over to see. (Luckily I stay in one place at night. Otherwise I would have a HUGE mess on the floor.)

Easily stated: IT IS A DISASTER!!

Rest assured, I will be packed and ready to go Friday!!

Home Sweet Home!

They're home for Christmas break!

These are my best buds from high school! After a long

semester, I cannot wait to spend time with them!

To play Cranium, take naps, have a drink and laugh until we cry.

Tis' the Season girls...it's time to be together!

Sing to him...

Sing praises to him; tell of all his wonderful acts.
psalm 105:2

I will praise you, O Lord, with all of my heart;
I will tell of all your wonders!
psalm 9:1



I was sitting here this evening...trying to study for finals, complete a paper and listen to a lecture online. However, the Lord was calling me to my knees (and I mean literally down on my knees). To worship Him, to praise Him, to sing songs to Him. And to share with you His wonderful acts and mighty wonders!!

Isn't this girl a beauty?
A true wonder and work from God's own hand?
When I look at her, I see a carefree smile.
When I talk to her I hear a hope in her voice.
Then I am reminded of her once frail and battered body.
I am reminded of her bald head.
Still...just as beautiful.
The same smile, the same voice, the same heart within.
Cancer.
Why does that word feel like a knife stabbing me in the chest?
Ever since I have known Katie she has been battling cancer.
While miles now separate us,
we are somehow always in tune with one another.
She sent me a text message this evening that read: "I got good test results. My tumors are shrinking."
I could not help but to stop everything I was doing to join in and rejoice with her this evening by giving praise to the One who deserves it!
Nevermind every treatment, every appointment, every poke, every prod.
Our wonderful and faithful God has shown himself this evening.
Now my friends, believe me, this is no small feat.
Our God deserves all the glory, all the honor and all the praise.
I love you Katie!

Who's counting? I AM!!!!

39 more days and I'll be on a plane to Haiti!!!


I cannot wait to feel each little warm embrace!

I cannot wait to sit down and take a bite of rice and beans out of each bowl!

I cannot wait to see how they've grown since August!

I cannot wait to hear the giggles and laughs!

And I cannot wait to love on these precious children!

Broken

I highly recommend listening to this song by Jill Paquette:

I wanted to taste life, I ran out on my own and found no place to hide
So come and catch me, so unsure of myself and if choices are free
Then why aren't they mine anymore, my sin goes before me closing doors
And the day to day has me torn between right and wrong
Where do I belong

A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive
A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive
I go down, I fall at Your feet asking for You to save me
Only to save me
A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive

Surely I've failed You
I've failed to go beyond grace and seek after truth
Not wanting Your mercy
Try to purchase a pardon--my deeds my currency

A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive
A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive
I go down, I fall at Your feet asking for You to save me
Only to save me
A broken and contrite heart oh Lord You will receive