Wednesday, December 23, 2009
Monday, December 21, 2009
getting more ready everyday
Sunday, December 13, 2009
quilt and a pair of new converse shoes
Saturday, December 12, 2009
rehearsal dinner for team jk
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Christmas at the Graves'
Sunday, December 6, 2009
finding the perfect tree
Friday, December 4, 2009
our first gift
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
starting do to the firsts
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Michael's Early Birthday Gift
Sunday, November 15, 2009
We're expecting!
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Jenny's Shower
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Mary's Shower
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
Thinkin' about my adventure that took me to Africa.
We haven’t been up too much lately, which is why I haven’t blogged in a while. Today I was trying to think about something to blog about and thought about sharing my Africa story. A lot of people who read my blog won’t know it and it’s something that I’d like to rewrite and put it in a file because I’m sure someday I’ll forget it. So, here it is.
I was at a Youth Specialties convention somewhere in California and decided to sponsor a Compassion kid. I wanted to choose one in Central America because I had traveled there a lot and because I knew I would travel there in the future. I went up to the booth and noticed a girl from Tanzania. It was one of those really odd moments where there were probably 50 pictures of kids on the table and all I saw was her. I kept thinking, no, this isn’t right, I shouldn’t sponsor her, I want to visit the child I sponsor and I can’t see myself ever going to Africa. I’m a 'Mexico Mission Trip' kind of a girl. But, oddly, I didn’t really see any of the other kids on the table. It was all about the Tanzania girl. I walked away very frustrated. I decided not to pick the girl from Tanzania and just forget the whole experience. Maybe if she was still there the last day of the event, I could settle for her, but I wasn’t interested in choosing a child who I would never visit.
I really frustrated over this at the time because I had decided to sponsor a compassion kid so that I wouldn’t give the devil a foothold in my life. That’s just a fancy way of saying that I wanted children, wasn’t married, wasn’t dating anyone, had ZERO prospects, and didn’t want to get sucked in the “I want a family and can’t have it” type of attitude. So, my response to the depressing state that I was in, was to make lemonade out of lemons and sponsor a compassion child who I could correspond with and visit occasionally. (Of course this was 8 years before I met my wonderful husband.)
The Tanzania girl's packet was there the next day at the Compassion booth and she was still the only one that I noticed on the table. I still remember the picture of her. It’s so clear in my head. So, I threw what I wanted out the window and picked her packet up (not very willingly) and told the Compassion person, something like, 'I guess I’ll take this one.' I opened her packet and found out that her name was Judith and started writing letters to her and praying for her and Tanzania. They weren’t especially great prayers because I didn’t have a lot of time to pray for a child that I never thought that I would meet, so they were something like, "I pray for Judith and Tanzania". Amen.
You guessed it, I ended up in Tanzania a few years later. Some relatives of one of the families that I knew at my church were traveling to Tanzania and leaving 8 weeks from the day that I met them. They offered for me to tag along, and I said, no, not interested. 8 weeks is not enough time to prepare for missions/aid of that magnitude. I left them and didn’t expect to see them again. And of course, even without my willingness, everything worked out. 6 weeks before the leaving date, I thought maybe I wanted to go, but really didn’t see that it was possible. So, I thought I’d just check a few things out and see if the doors were closed or open. First, could I afford it? Yes, I had the $2,500 cash so I could send the check the next day. Second, did I have all my shots? Yes, I just had gotten back from Guatemala and it was mostly the same shots only needing to take a few other pills and they were covered by insurance. Third, did I have 3 weeks of vacation? I talked with my boss at the time and he decided I should go and that it wasn’t vacation, therefore they were still going to pay me my paycheck and I didn’t have to use any vacation time for it. So, the next day I sent in the check, got my malaria medication and blocked my work schedule out for those three weeks.
My time in Tanzania with Judith was really amazing (and another story). This time I thought I would just share the journey that got me there. Anyway, it was an interesting time in my life and I just wanted to write it down for memory sake.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Rojo the Llama
Sunday, September 20, 2009
carrie's quilt
Wednesday, September 16, 2009
Cheetah Conservation Fund
My boss and I went to a house in Lake Oswego to meet Dr. Laurie Marker. Dr. Laurie is American but has lived the last 19 years in Namibia (just above South Africa) where she manages a staff of 150 people and a land mass of 100,000 acres to keep the Cheetah population from going into extinction. We learned that 100 years ago there were 100,000 Cheetah’s and today there is around 12,000. The main reason for this is that farmers are shooting and killing Cheetah’s because Cheetah’s are eating the farmers livestock. Dr. Laurie has developed a program that trains certain types of Turkish dogs that she raises and then gives away to farmers. These dogs bond with sheep and goats and become somewhat of a mother figure to them and will fight a Cheetah to the death if a Cheetah comes close to one of the livestock. The dogs protect the farmers and then the farmers don’t kill the Cheetahs. She has had huge success with this program and was a remarkable person to meet.
Tainai was the at house for a photo op and we got to see her too. Tainai was born in captivity but her mother only had her, no other cats in the litter. When a mama Cheetah only has 1 baby, the mother abandons the baby because they don't produce enough milk for the 1 to survive. So the Wildlife Safari adopted Tainai and she has become a really beautiful Cheetah. Her handlers treated her with so much ease, respect, and care that I asked if I could pet her, but the answer was a very quick "no." She's still a wild cat and that is not allowed.