30 October 2013

when words come back

As a parent, I sure have said some things I regret.  Most every day, I think. 

I've also said things that I desperately hope the boys hear and hold on to, although its hard to know at the time if they do. 

This week I carved two fake pumpkins.  It was super hard.  I knew it would be, which is why I didn't do it last year.  Wilson and Walker have fake pumpkins with their names carved in them and I adore them.  My Aunt Lori +and Uncle Joe made them and sent them to us our first year in Oklahoma.  They make me smile whenever I see them.  When I pulled them out this year, I decided we should make them for Lincoln and Franklin.

Early in the season I saw the fake pumpkins at Hobby Lobby but stepped away quickly when I saw their price tag $24.99.  Yikes.  When I found them for 70% off at JoAnn's last week, I sent Brad a text to see if I should go ahead and get them.  I was half-hoping he'd say no because I just knew it was going to be a hard task.  He said yes.  I chose larger ones because Lincoln and Franklin have longer names, so I wanted a bigger work area.  I didn't realize just how much bigger they were until I brought them home.  Oops. 

I kept putting off the task.  I had even hoped to con my mom into helping while she was here last weekend.  Those two giant, fake pumpkins sat by my sewing table mocking me with their facelessness.

Monday, I printed a template from word with each of their names.  I attempted the make-your-own-copy-paper by scribbling a pencil all over the back.  It didn't transfer like I hoped.  So I tried scoring the pumpkin with an exacto blade.  It broke off somewhere along the third letter of Lincoln's name.  I then realized that if I pressed hard with a pen it would indent the pumpkin.  I ended up using a regular-pumpkin-carving knife (the kind from Pampered Chef).  Lincoln's turned out decently.  I was hopeful for Franklin's - which I saved for last because that dude has a long name.  Why didn't we pick something like Jim? or Tim?  or Al?  

I started with the last letter and began working my way backwards.   When I got to carving the K the top piece fell inside the pumpkin.  I tried not to get too frustrated and thought I could glue that piece back.  Then the bottom fell in.  I carved the next N fine and remained hopeful.  Of course, when I got to the A, it fell in.  I skipped the R because it seemed fragile in that area, the F was cooperative for a time.  Then three pieces fell in.  I had no happy thoughts.

Although these were 70% off, they were not cheap enough for me to feel OK with throwing them away.  Besides, Lincoln's was fine but I was sure I wouldn't be able to find another one at JoAnn's to replace this one.  Did I mention all of this carving was happening outside while the boys played?  They heard my frustrated sighs and groans getting louder.  Stupid, stupid pumpkins.

Wilson came over to check on my progress.  I showed him the missing pieces and halfheartedly told him I hoped I could figure out a fix.  I complained (whined?) about how horribly I was doing.  He then says to me, "Well, its like you said with football.  You can't do something one time and expect to be perfect. You have to work at it."

Wait, what?  I totally thought he blew me off when I said that to him at the beginning of the season.  I certainly didn't think he saw any value in the statement.  And here he stands next to me with my mangled pumpkin, using my words to encourage me.  

Doing something terribly the first time you do it, does not mean you will always be terrible at it. A lot of things we attempt take practice, and result in failure a few times.  I desperately want my boys to know that.  I had never guessed God would use a jacked-up jack-o-lantern to let me know the message is sinking in.  He brought my words back to me.

I suddenly felt relief about how insignificant this pumpkin really was. I salvaged all of the fallen pieces for Franklin's name and put it aside until after dinner, baths, and bedtime.  I decided I could turn it around and carve "Frank" into the opposite side if I couldn't fix the mess I had made. 

While the youngest three were in bed, I pulled out the e6000 glue and started putting pieces together.  Wilson reminded me that this wasn't actually the first time I had glued a mess together.  {I broke a vase and glued it back together at the suggestion of this book,.  Wilson watched a lot of that process.} At first, pieces just fell off.  Wilson had to go to bed, and I kept working along slowly.  Eventually I figured out a way to hold them in place as they dried.  To my surprise all the pieces were still hanging together the next morning.

I carved noses + eyes today and the jack-o-lanterns look just fine (although way bigger then their bigger brothers').  Most people won't even notice the lines where pieces were glued back together on Franklin's pumpkin.  They'll just be reminders to me of this slow work of motherhood, and the surprising ways that God encourages me in the process.

19 October 2013

on winning

Wilson's football team remains undefeated.  Wilson keeps a running tally, so I know that they have scored 136 unanswered points.  One team has scored one touchdown against them this season.  There are only 4 teams total in our little on-post-league, though.  So we are on round two against the same teams.

On the pre-game ride over to the field this morning, Wilson told me that his coach had said they couldn't ease up.  He said ALL of the other teams want them to lose so they'll be playing harder against them.  {I agree with the coach, I think all three teams would cheer excitedly if any of them beat us.}

I noticed something during the game today.  It seemed as if all the boys on Wilson's team were playing hard.  Different kiddos were making big plays.  They were trying out new plays too.  They were taking risks.  Their teamwork was clicking really well.  They were relentless.

The opposing team started out tough.  Minutes into the game they forced a turnover after our failed fourth down attempt.  However, they weren't able to score on that drive.  We faced another fourth down attempt and this time broke through the line.  There was a defender in range to tackle our runner.  His feet stuttered and he more-or-less fell right alongside the rusher.  We scored.  When we kicked after that TD, the player that caught the ball took a step or two to the side then fell down as our guys rushed to him.  He didn't want to get tackled, so he wouldn't run forward. 

They were playing scared.  They were playing defeated.

I'm not bad-mouthing 9 + 10-year-old boys here, they actually taught me something.

Sometimes, I play scared.  Sometimes, I play defeated.

I forget that I am on the winning team. 

When I've screamed over spilled milk before 8 am, I think the day is lost.  When the teacher writes another note on the homework sheet {that I had signed} about the wrong work being completed, I assume I'll never get it right.  When dinner is a flop and the kitchen is a mess and the babies need baths and the laundry needs folded and I just want to fall down so I won't get plowed over.  I think I'm losing.

But I'm not.  The victory has already been won.  I want to live like I believe that.
"but thanks be to God, who gives us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ.  Therefore, my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your toil is not in vain in the Lord."  1 Corinthians 15:57-58

Sometimes, I just need a reminder.  Don't we all?  So I'm posting a song {surprise!} for you to play loud and dance along with!  Maybe this reminder is too simple for the hard place that you are in today.  I pray though, that you'll find a moment with enough light in it, to turn up the music, close your eyes and just dance.  We win in the end.

The song is "In the End" by Natalie Grant.  It is from her new album Hurricane.  Purchase here.

*the football picture is not from today's game, so the other team will not be incriminated.

17 October 2013

living the dream

As I went to PWOC this morning, I was considering this current push of "pursuing your dreams."  It can be confusing. 

I love my life today.  The way all the parts fit together, I am just pleased.  Content.  At peace.  This was never "my dream."  Is that even OK to say out loud?  {I hope so, because I blurted it out during my bible study class.}  To me, every bit of this life I live was stitched together by Creator God.  There is no way I could've dreamed this up, imagined it, or even hoped for it.  I quoted from my bible study workbook this morning on FB::
"To live for the greatness of God is to live the great life... Every one of us who embraces the glory of God as our purpose will end up doing great things precisely because we do God-things." - Beth Moore from Esther 
I'm just beginning to unpack these thoughts, so I will be thinking about them more - a lot more -you will likely hear more about it too.  God weaves our lives together in such detailed ways.  I'm convinced that the seen and the unseen, it all matters. 

Speaking of seen, I took a selfie today, mostly for those of you that live far away.  I know you must miss my face.

 I took that selfie because I wanted to show you the craziness that Pinterest talked me into behind my face.  Those twisty things.  And those bobby pins.  Part of me thinks it worked.  Part of me wonders.  {You can see Koka avoiding eye contact in the hair picture, she's one to judge.}

Also.  These two were good in their class this morning.  They were given suckers as soon as we hit the sidewalk.  I am not above bribery.  Especially bribery with sugar. 

As I was backing out of the parking spot this conversation happened:

Lincoln:  Wheel broken.  Broke wheel.
Me:  {guessing} Oh, a wheel broke?  On a toy?  It was an accident, though, huh?
Franklin:  No, uh, no, I broke that wheel.  I ran and broke that wheel.
Lincoln: Ya, Frank'in break it.

Well, their teachers DID say they were good.

15 October 2013

celebrate the small

You know when you are just plain grateful?  I'm having one of those weeks.  Which is really crazy because Brad + I have had an awful head cold which makes me not-so-awesome to be around.  However, God reminds me how much I need Him in my least awesome moments, which makes me profoundly grateful for His faithfulness at all times.  This post is just a reflection of some of the things that I am grateful for today. 

I had such a lovely morning in the foster care supply closet.  Truly.  I found out that the car seat + stroller that were donated have been given to a family that was recently reunified.  They needed a car seat for baby.  I hung up a bunch of new donations and rearranged a couple of shelves to make room for some toys and books.  I had BIG plans to take a bunch of pictures.  Then my timer went off.  So you'll have to wait on the pictures. {Sorry!}

In other news, I made THE best pork roast last night.  It was simple and came out perfectly moist and flavorful.  I am only telling you this because it is so rare that I cook a roast so well.  I have started a board on Pinterest for recipes that I have tried.   I was very creative in naming the board, "Tried."  This way, I can go back to that board when I am doing meal planning.  Smart, huh?  I am keeping the recipes I hated there too, so I don't accidentally make them again.  Gross.

Walker and I have registered for our first 5k.  It's a night run, called the Glow K 5K.  It benefits the Wounded Warrior Project.  I think he is going to be a super star!  Sometime last week, it clicked for him that he can run.  Prior to last week, we had to have a come-to-Jesus-meetin in the middle of every run.  I told Brad that I think I have a clear picture of what it must have been like for him to run with me when I first started running.  He is a good man.

Wilson continues to love football.  He likes to play it.  On game day.  At recess.  And as a video game.  He also enjoys watching practically every televised game - regardless of who is playing - unless of course it is an SEC game, then he refuses to show interest.  In the past, I had thought kids that were into sports, were that way because their parents forced them into it.  I was wrong about that.

Lincoln and Franklin are getting huge.  At lunch today they wanted apples.  They both said, "Don't cut it, momma!" Seriously, the 10-year-old still likes his apples cut, but these two.  They want to be big.  Also?  We are having some issues at childcare at church + Bible study.  We are trying separate classrooms at church.  They tend to play off of one another and it can spiral out of control pretty quickly.  In case you wonder what this might look like, I offer this {completely hypothetical} example:
Lincoln throws a toy.
Teacher says, "Lincoln toys are not for throwing."
Meanwhile, Franklin whips a toy in the opposite direction while looking at the teacher that is finishing her sentence to Lincoln.
Teacher says, "Franklin, we can't throw toys, one of our friends could get hurt..."  Teacher's voice trails off as she notices Lincoln laughing hysterically and picking up a toy to throw.  At her.  Face.
Yes, I do believe that is how the spiral begins.  I am hoping to one day find a way to tap into positive peer pressure with one another, but for now we are trying separate classrooms.  They actually do not seem to mind the time apart, so it might be a good thing for them.

Brad and I persist in prayer for what God has planned next for our family.  We still do not have a timeline for when Brad will be separated from the Army but he continues to search job postings and send out resumes like a boss.  We trust that God has worked out the details ahead of us, and now we wait for Him to reveal those details as the time comes.

I am going to try and do a better job of telling our story here.  You know, the everyday stuff that holds so much of the joy but seems small?  I want to celebrate the small here.  I want to collect it into words as I savor the little tidbits that matter so much.  I hope in doing so, you'll celebrate your small too.  It all matters.  Aaaand now I have this song stuck in my head.  Naturally.

09 October 2013

bowling-pin-shaped-turkey and some happy thoughts

Ok, I mentioned that I was going to share a bowling-pin-shaped turkey project with y'all.  And I am.  But first, some happy news from my "time in the closet" yesterday.  {You know, the one, right?  The foster care supply closet downtown.}
  1. Almost every size has a minimum of three outfits.  Unbelievable.  These are the only sizes that have less than 3 outfits; girls' 24m + 2T, boys' 18m, 24m, 3T, M, L + XL.  Amazing, really.
  2. The boys' old caseworker stopped by to chat for a moment.  She has switched over to the adoption unit instead of foster care.  She loves it and wanted to share how happy she is in her new department.  She also told me that "a 17-year-old girl had just been adopted."  We both smiled wide with teary-eyes as she spoke those words. 
I thought you'd like to think about those happy things.  Have I mentioned how fun it is to be doing this gig?  I feel exceedingly blessed to be able to volunteer there and share it all with you.

On to the turkey.  Y'all, I love it.  It is one of the few things I've done well in terms of family traditions.  And I think it came about as a whim.

It was so hard when we left Michigan to move to Oklahoma.  I had been away from family before, so that part wasn't new to me, but the part about ripping a child from his grandparents and great grandparents and aunts and uncles?  Oh my that was a new kind of hurt.

As we progressed toward the holiday season, I wanted a way for Wilson to feel connected with all the people we had left behind.  I probably saw this idea in FamilyFun magazine or something, it was long before everyone was blogging-craft-tutorials which was even before everyone started pinning those ideas.

I cut out some feathers. One for every member of our immediate-extended family.  Great grandparents, grandparents, aunts, uncles, first cousins.  It was hard to exclude great aunts and uncles and subsequent cousins, but I had to cut out all those feathers by hand and it took a hot minute.

We typed up a little note and asked each family member to write what they were most thankful for over the past year.  We put the note in an envelope along with enough feathers for each family member at each house and included a self-addressed return envelope for the feathers to be mailed back.  I also made a bowling-pin-shaped-turkey and stuck him up on the wall.

And we waited for the mail to come.

I could not have guessed what a thrill this would be for Wilson.  Mail, just for him, almost daily throughout November.   We'd open the envelope, read the thankful notes, and hang the feathers up on that ol' turkey.

It was such fun that we began doing it every year.
 {yes, we used a different turkey the first year, I might not have planned on doing this more than once.}

And now the boys are big enough to not only help cut out feathers, but they can help with addressing envelopes too.  Well, technically only two out of four are big enough to help with addressing envelopes. 

Here's where the whimsical part comes in... I save the feathers every year.  I am terrible at saving the 'right' things.  But somehow, I saved these feathers.

Year after year as we pull out our fall decorations, we find our turkey and all those feathers.  We'll read the feathers from years' past when we hang that ol' turkey back up on the wall.

This year we'll send out 33 feathers to 15 addresses.  The boys will eagerly check the mailbox throughout November.  I'll casually remind family members to send their feathers back.  {We've even transcribed feathers via text or email when "they get lost in the mail." }  It's super fun to add new feathers too, either because of marriage or because of birth, the count is the same this year, but next year we'll be adding at least two new ones!

I would've never guessed when we started this ol' turkey what a treasure these feathers would become.  These two are from my Grandpa & Grandma Lewis the very first year. 

Its such a simple, but special tradition.  Gratitude is a very sweet way to connect our boys with their family.  I thought a few of you might want to try it, especially if you live far away from extended family.

What do you think?  Is this something that might work for your family?  If you are worried about free-handing a bowling-pin-shaped-turkey or feathers, there are templates online.  Just ask google.  Or pinterest!

***do you like step-by-step instructions?
  1. Make a list of family members (or friends) you want to send feathers too.
  2. Cut out a feather for each person on your list.
  3. Buy two sizes of envelopes, make sure the smaller one will fit in the larger one.
  4. Buy stamps while you are at it.  If you are feeling generous buy enough for the self-addressed return envelope.
  5. You may want to buy double-sided tape or poster putty or whatever you prefer to hang your turkey and his feathers on the wall.
  6. Write a note to share what your family is thankful for over the past year.  Ask your family members to write their thanks on their feathers and mail them back.
  7. Stuff envelopes with feathers, note, and smaller self-addressed envelope.
  8. Make a turkey to hang on the wall.
  9. Wait for the mail to come.
  10. Hang feathers as they arrive.
  11. Take a picture of your kiddos in front of their turkey with all of his feathers.
  12. Pack it up for next year.
  13. Repeat.
See, easy-peasy!

07 October 2013

making art

When I was in the very early stages of the education program in college, I did "teacher assisting" in a 2nd grade classroom.  This, more or less, was an opportunity to observe a real-life teacher in action.  I ran copies and checked papers.  Every once in awhile I got to take a small group of students to another room for a group activity.  I was given the opportunity to fancy up the bulletin boards and even escort the class to specials!  Toward the end of the semester I had to do a whole-class-lesson.  I chose a Thanksgiving craft.  It was basic.  Make a bowling-pin-shaped-turkey body and add construction paper feathers.  I think I cut the turkey body out for each student and then gave them the choice of colors of construction paper they wanted.  I had cut the construction paper into feather-sized-rectangles; all the students had to do was taper an end to make a feather.

After explaining the project to the class, I hung my finished "turkey" on the blackboard and began to walk around the room to see how the kiddos were doing.  They all seemed so eager to get started.  One student asked me to help cut a feather.  So I did.  I heard my name being called out from various places around the classroom.  Kind of frantically.  I also began to notice hands waving violently at me.  The eagerness was replaced with desperation.  I had no idea what was happening.

The classroom teacher must have noticed that I was confused and things were falling apart.  She stood up and met me across the room, she whispered, "they all want theirs to look just like yours."

My heart sank. There was not nearly enough time for me to go around and cut five feathers for each student, and besides, I didn't even know if I had enough of the same colors I had used to make mine.

I had no idea they would want to make theirs look just like mine.  I thought they would love the idea of making their very own unique project.

I think I tried to tell the students to make theirs their own, but I'm not sure how many left that day with a finished project they were proud of.

I never forgot this lesson.

When I went on to teach, I always reminded myself about that instance.  I wouldn't make a finished example to show the class.  I left the projects open-ended and would be as encouraging as possible for students to put their own twist on it.

I did the same thing when I offered that little series of sewing classes at my house.

I don't know if we had stellar art teachers in grade school or if our parents did a super job of making us feel like our own flair was what made our work special. {My sister is crazy creative.}  I just don't know.  All I know is I rarely try to make anything creative exactly like someone else's.  I like to make it my own.  That is not to say that I make up all of the ideas myself, no no no, I just put my own spin on the ideas I come across.  I really enjoy creating.  Especially when I think of creating in the terms of "creative things."

You know how we kind of categorize things as "creative" or not.  Some people say, "I don't have a creative bone in my body."  You've heard that said, right? 

Here's the lesson I am learning lately though.  God is a Creator.  We are made in His image.  We are all creators. We do our best work, when our work is creative.  I am the best mom, when I am doing it with my personality - the personality that God has given me, the one He is continually shaping. When I try to make my momming look like someone else's?  I end up frustrated.  And frantic. And desperate.  And so much like a 2nd grader trying to do her teacher's art instead of making it her own.

The gentle gene is not dominant in my voice or parenting style.  I'm silly, and loud, and a little bit cray-cray.  I can't tell you how relieved I was to find out there are other parents like me... did you read this by Jen Hatmaker?  I'm spicy. 

The point is my momming should look like my own. I can certainly find resources to help in my parenting - as long as I am willing to seek His wisdom in how to put my own twist on the strategies.  Picking up a parenting book and trying to implement it all the exact same way as the author will lead to frustration and disappointment. 

I want to recognize my parenting as art.  I want to be an image-bearer of Creative God in my day-to-day.  Sometimes that will be making super hero capes.  Some days it will be baking pumpkin chocolate chip muffins.  Most days it will be looking into little boy eyes and speaking love and growing patience.  Each will reflect God's glory. 

Do your recognize your creativity?  Have you thought about it before in terms of being an image-bearer of God - the One who spoke the world into being, with all of its vivid colors and vast variety?

One of my favorite voices on the internet is Emily Freeman.  She has been exploring this theme on her blog calling out the art in all of us over the past year or so.  It has been refreshing and challenging at the same time.  Her newest book, "A Million Little Ways," is all about this idea.  I've just begun reading it.  Every time I open it, I teeter between wanting-to-read-the-whole-thing-as-quickly-as-possible and wanting to savor it s-l-o-w-l-y.  It already has plenty of underlines in it.  Here is a quote that I'd love to hear your thoughts on::
He does not manage us, to-do list us, or bullet-point us.  He loves us.  Is with us.  And believing Him feels impossible, until we do, like a miracle, like lukewarm water turning merlot red right there in the cup. And hope sprouts new, because God doesn't give us a list.  He invites us into the story.  God is not a technician. God is an Artist.  This is the God who made you.  The same God who lives inside you.  He comes into us, then comes out of us, in a million little ways.  
Right now, Emily, is writing 31 days of Living Art.  She describes it this way:: "This 31 day series is the fresh, colorful, yet not-quite-all-the-way-filling salad, while the book is the complete main course – warm bread, rich wine, lean meat. Eat what you will. All are welcome."

I'm eager to see how God uses this book to help me recognize the art in my everyday.   I pray that it will move me closer to unflappable.

P.S. I have a bowling-pin-shaped-turkey activity that I want to share with you later this week.  It's not so much the craft as the activity that goes along with it that makes me eager to share it.  It is one of my favorite things to unpack from our fall bin!  Sounds fun, huh?

04 October 2013

the not-so-secret-millionaire

I am going to post an update about the foster care supply closet at the end of this post.  But before that I have to tell you something. 

You may or may not know that Brad is getting out the Army due to his back problems.  We are currently waiting for the VA to send his packet back to Fort Benning to get an idea about when this will happen and what we can expect.  {Not sure how or if the shutdown is impacting this.}  Meanwhile, Brad is hunting down a job.  He is working like it all depends on him, and praying like it all depends on God.  It really has been quite spectacular to watch.  Brad's dream job would be something in orphan care.  We've talked about where we might move.  We've laughed about how most people would be more supportive of us moving to Africa than moving to an urban area.

I even picked up a clever joke to share when we talk about our future.  I mention the show "Secret Millionaire" and talk about how I love watching it.  If you haven't seen it, its a reality show that follows a millionaire into the broken-down parts of a city.  While walking along the streets the millionaire  pretends to be an average joe,  he finds some non-profit-organizations to volunteer with, and in the end he spills the beans about his wealth and hands over some fat checks to the non-profits.  I cry during every episode by the way.  So, anyway, I joke about how Brad would like to possibly work with a non-profit, but that I wouldn't mind if God chooses us to be secret millionaires.  And then I make a joke about promising to write tons of fat checks to all sorts of great places.  Deep in my heart, I know that joke comes from a place of fear.  Gah.

But this week, y'all.  The joke was on me.

When I wrote three posts in a row last week I was spent.  I came downstairs one afternoon and told Brad I had never felt that exhausted from writing a post.  I think my words were, "it was just so hard to write." It felt like a mess to me, but I hit publish anyway.  I couldn't have predicted what God could do with those messy words.

Since that post, we have received over $800 {retail value} in new clothing for the foster care supply closet.  And two more boxes are in the mail!  Plus a couple of local friends have items to donate!   I was even able to meet a friend in the office on Tuesday morning!  It blessed me to share that space with her! To top it off, she brought a newborn car seat with a base and a stroller to donate! BOOM!

{I know, I know, way too many exclamation points, but seriously !!!!!!}

Who are we, that all this goodness should come our way?  The level of giddiness surrounding my heart is intoxicating. 

It is as if I was handed a check by a secret millionaire.

It is as if my Father is trying to tell me something. 

And I'm picking up on it.  Glory, glory, hallelujah!

He has got this.  Wherever He call us, He goes before us and with us.  He is a not-so-secret-millionaire-times-infinity.  Sometimes I forget how easily He can shift resources to the place they are needed.  One of my favorite parts about all of this, is that I wasn't even a little bit convinced that my blog post was going to generate any donations.  God can take what we think is a mess, and use it in ways we couldn't dream.  I'm just in awe.

The more I walk with my Savior, the more I am drawn in to the mystery of His ways.

The earth is the Lord's, and all it contains,  
The world, and those who dwell in it. 
-Psalm 24:1 (NASB)

Ok - time for the update.   Many have asked, "what else do you need?"

The number one need is VOLUNTEERS.  Please pray for volunteers.  Please!  I'm thinking especially for volunteers to help at the front desk.

Here's the clothing needs' list (although there are two boxes en route, so this will change a bit!)  We are almost to the point where any size can be purchased to help keep the closet fully stocked.  Do you have any idea how amazing it is to type the words "fully stocked"??

Some other things that are needed include:
  • towels (for use in the office, when kiddos come into care and need to get cleaned up)
  • blankets (government office building = freezing AC)
  • shelf-stable snacks
  • underwear
  • socks 
  • bras or camis
  • older kiddo toiletries 
  • bags 
Comfort items:
  • toy or stuffed animal (new or used in-no-way-this-is-practically-mint-condition)
  • books (new or practically new)
  • football, basketball, soccer ball
  • lip gloss, nail polish, etc.
If you have an idea, don't hesitate to share it!

If you have questions, don't hesitate to ask it!

If you are a praying person, would you pray for the supply closet?  Pray for the kiddos that will wear the clothing and use the items that are donated.  Pray for them to feel the Love they are desperate for.  If you are far away, pray for the kiddos in your community in foster care.  You might never meet them personally, but your prayers matter more than we can imagine.  I believe it with all my heart.

Finally, thank you.  Your generosity is blowing me away.  God is using you to love His children and I am learning so much in the process.  I am humbled to be in this place right now.  And also, giddy.