i walked in expecting to see some really cute kids, thinking "i really want to adopt some day..." and i walked out having made the decision to sponsor joel...sweet, precious joel. so i immediately call david and say "i may have just committed us to something for a while." (we weren't married quite yet). he was fine with it. excited about it, in fact.
over the years we have gotten to read his letters...mostly pictures that he has drawn accompanied by a roughly dictated and translated letter. but recently he has started to write a little english and he has been writing short phrases. the letter we got from him after i got my tattoo said "i pray God gives you hope." it brought me to tears. august 29th he turned 8. we sent him a little money for his birthday...not much but something. we just got a letter in the mail profusely thanking us for his birthday money and showing us what he got...new clothes. once again: tears.
anyway...in almost three years, this is only my second blog post about him. mostly because its something we do because we want to do it...not because we want to talk about it. but i was just reminded that so many times i convince myself that we don't have that much money. i feel like we are constantly fighting to make ends meet without going into debt. and God has blessed us by always providing for our needs. He will never fail His children...He will always make sure we have what we need.