FIRST thing this morning I was having coffee with Hezekiah's kindergarten teacher during his conference and learning a bit about Georgia and Title I schools. I continue to be amazed by moms who lovingly raise their kids AND hold full time jobs. Especially teachers. I wonder if it's a big relief to leave those 20+ five year olds at the end of the day and go home to her infant and 3 year old?!
NEXT...off to the health department to have the kids' IL health records transferred over to the proper GA forms. I have SO much sympathy for moms and their little ones who wait in these drab places. Over two hours later we were headed out the door when I struck up a wonderful conversation with one of the nurses about her name - same first name as our last foster baby's mom. Turns out this African American woman is a foster/adoptive mom. Before I could rephrase my thoughts, I blurted out, "That is GREAT! Not many African Americans do that." Fortunately, she was not offended and she actually agreed with me. Want an easy way to share your faith?! FOSTER and ADOPT. The conversation easily goes to WHY we do what we do. (Besides just being crazy or weird...)
AND THEN...I was able to catch up with the guy in the white and orange truck! Pete is now serving at World Relief. He is in charge of setting up apartments for newly arriving refugees. Today we worked with two other volunteers to set up an apartment for a family of eight from Ethiopia. What an honor. I found myself praying for them while I was unpacking kitchen items and wondering what their thoughts would be as they laid in the beds I was making up tonight. We will never be able to truly understand what they have endured. We are so blessed to be able to touch the lives of these brave people.
I ALMOST FORGOT! I had to stop for a couple things on my way home. While in the store, I noticed a young family with three kids. They were trying to decide what to buy and what to put back. I made eye contact with the mom and she asked me if I could help them out. It was obviously the ingredients for just one meal. She shared that they had just moved and paid the first month's rent and deposit. He husband looked embarrassed. We went to the self check out and they rang up their things ahead of me. She thanked me, I told her I would be praying for them. Their cute little kids smiled at me as they walked away. I am not sure they even understood why I was with them at the register. When I got home and shared the story with Tatum, her reply made me smile: "Well, Mom...even if you did just get scammed, it was a small kindness and it was still the right thing to do."
*SIGH* I love the life God is gifting us with here.
My sweet friend gave me this shirt - and another one a lot like it - and I have had SO MUCH FUN wearing them around here. Sometimes, all I have to do it throw on this beautiful Ethiopian orthodox silver necklace and connections start happening.
You see...there are MANY Ethiopian people living in this part of greater Atlanta. I sorta feel weird giving in to my desire to tap them on the shoulder and ask the obvious (since Ethiopian people have a very distinct, gorgeous look!) - or - start rambling to myself the few Amharic words I know in hopes they will hear me. SO...there are days when I just throw of one of my special shirts and see what happens. I have made some really FUN connections! OH! And I wore the necklace shown below to church - where there is a whole community of Ethiopian and Eritrean people who hold their own services down the hall each Sunday morning. Hoping the smiles are a precursor to future relationships. :)
And, as always, I have to explain that, NO...Hezekiah is, in fact, NOT adopted from Ethiopian. And - YES, I am 'sure!' Makes me laugh every time.
Here's to living a life of crazy connections - courtesy of God's fun plans. <3