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Mingling Tears and Joy #VBS #DRC #RDC

Shouting for Joy

My youngest son, our wide-eyed Congolese-American son, worries when I cry at church or another event. He doesn’t quite get the crying for joy, crying for relief, crying with praise. This came to mind because I was reading:

And all the people shouted with a great shout when they praised the Lord because the foundation of the house of the LORD was laid” [after years of exile in Babylon] “Yet many of the priests and Levites and heads of fathers’ households, the old men who had seen the first temple, wept with a loud voice when the foundation of this house was laid before their eyes, while many shouted aloud for joy, so that people could not distinguish the sound of the shout of joy from the sounds of the weeping of the people, for the people shouted with a loud shout, and the sound was heard far away. (Ezra 3:11b-13)

On any given Sunday the loud (at our church) praise songs are going up while also there are those that weep.

How can I describe my joy, my thanksgiving when we brought our sons home from Africa. They were orphans no more. They are my children, those God brought to us as surely as any birthed child.

Yet there are many others living without in Congo. Without parents, or without daily food, or without education to rise above their circumstances. My son does not remember his times of weeping in a metal shack or on the mud street in front of it. My husband and I knew our work in Congo was not done. God gave me a great friend with a vision to help and serve her people, to lay a new foundation on the edge of a city with almost a million people. A city where there are no summer programs for children except what we offer through our education project. A city where at the end of this summer 160+ children will have the opportunity to sing and shout for joy during 2 weeks of Vacation Bible School.

I join my dear friend and our Congo team weeping both for what is not and for what is, for the children without and for those with. We shout for joy in praise. We pray for God’s provision as $2150 in donations has come for our Congo VBS, as another $2000 has been pledged toward our $7000 budget that includes renting a site, transporting our volunteers, a small breakfast and lunch for our 160 kids, and more. Perhaps you know someone who could help, someone known to weep for problems in our world, someone who wants to make a difference in the foundation and project we are building at Future Hope Africa knowing that

Those who sow in tears shall reap with joyful shouting (Psalm 126:5)

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For a limited time - only 99 cents! Irene's World War 2 Childhood, (teen)Years Hidden As a Boy, and Escape to Freedom (East to West Berlin) Books 1, 2, and 3 in one volume.

For a limited time – only 99 cents!
Irene’s World War 2 Childhood, (teen)Years Hidden As a Boy, and Escape to Freedom (East to West Berlin) Books 1, 2, and 3 in one volume.

ALL CAPS IS VIRTUAL SHOUTING, so I’ve been told. That’s sort of what I’ve been doing all month-long with the A to Z Challenge theme “Historical Treasure.” I’ve shared tidbits, excerpts, photos, interviews for Irene’s memoirs in order to convince you her story is one worth sharing.

“Sharing is Caring” is often at the bottom of blog posts. That is what I am asking you to do.


In fact, I’ve marked the digital copy of her memoirs down to 99 cents (or equivalent) on Amazon outlets worldwide, because I want you to have the opportunity to get the rest of the story–and to help spread the word.

If you are a reader, you’ll get drawn in by this book.

If you know a history buff, you could be the one that recommends the best history book they’ll read this year.

If you know someone who likes strong female leads, this is for them.

If you think Irene’s story could do well given a chance, share.

Here are some ways:

  • Share or reblog a post you liked from A to Z (& mention the 99 cents sale)
  • Share one of Irene’s youtube videos (follow the channel to get more)
  • Get the rest of the story for yourself and leave a review for her
  • Give the gift of history (signed copies available)

Survive Little Buddy has what it takes in terms of a compelling story that builds the world of the past for us to see today. I know it! Do you?

I wanna YELL ABOUT IT! That’s what A to Z was for me this year. Only one more post coming at you…Z is for….


Kristin King is a mom of four boys, US Army wife, and currently struggling with a nasty head cold–the kind of thing so trivial Irene never mentions it. Kristin wishes she was as stalwart as Irene.


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Mom’s of Adopted Children

Award winning title by Katy Lynn Harris

Award winning title by Katy Lynn Harris

The director of the agency we used for our last adoption sent this copied letter out for Mother’s Day, and it so touched my heart I had to share it with you here as well. To my delight I discovered the author of the letter is fellow indie author Kathy Lynn Harris. Her latest novel, “a good kind of knowing,” was the WINNER of the Colorado PW 2013 Writing Competition for Novel/Adult Readers.

Thanks to Kathy and Happy Mother’s Day to All Who Mother Children of their own and others!

Dear Mom of an Adopted Child,

I met you in adoption education class. I met you at the agency. I met you at my son’s school. I met you online. I met you on purpose. I met you by accident.

It doesn’t matter. The thing is, I knew you right away. I recognize the fierce determination. The grit. The fight. Because everything about what you have was a decision, and nothing about what you have was easy. You are the kind of woman who Makes.Things.Happen. After all, you made this happen, this family you have.

Maybe you prayed for it. Maybe you had to convince a partner it was the right thing. Maybe you did it alone. Maybe people told you to just be happy with what you had before. Maybe someone told you it simply wasn’t in God’s plans for you to have a child, this child whose hair you now brush lightly from his face. Maybe someone warned you about what happened to their cousin’s neighbor’s friend. Maybe you ignored them.

Maybe you planned for it for years. Maybe an opportunity dropped into your lap. Maybe you depleted your life-savings for it. Maybe it was not your first choice. But maybe it was.

Regardless, I know you. And I see how you hold on so tight. Sometimes too tight. Because that’s what we do, isn’t it?

….(continue at this link)

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Posted by on May 12, 2013 in Adoption


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