My house has been empty all week. As a mom of five, when there’s only one at home it can be another world experience. Usually I have to go away to have such quiet. This is the first time we’ve ever sent kids away to camp. Craig came home last night and said, “is it ok that I don’t miss them?” You know they are coming back soon so that’s ok. He said, “I like it so much that no one is leaving a mess.” Me too. First thing I did when Jordan left for Katy was to tidy up every room and enjoy the fact that it will stay that way. I can put the music I like on the speakers! And there was no grocery shopping this week. No prodding teenagers off the lazy couch. No trips to costco.
With all this quiet I am writing the memoir. That explains my lag in blogging. I felt the blessing from God to begin going back over the beginning of our story. I’m sketching the events in order to establish the bones of the adventure in orphan care. Each time I’ve started this project in the past I became too angry to continue so I put the project down and got to work with God on my heart.
I’m pleased to say I am no longer angry about the wrongs that were done to us. Forgiveness is powerful and the peace that fills the heart is worth the work. I am in a neutral place so I feel that is a good condition to for me to sit and write this adventure. As I chronicle all of the events that occurred in a two-year span I renew my awe in God. Despite all the setbacks, problems, and disappointments we were still able to establish our children’s home. Beyond establishing it, we had built an environment that is far better than we could ever have hoped to give the children. That’s of course because we simply followed God’s plan. In my mind we were building a place, and if that were so we would still be cemented in problems. Renting a home is just fine for us. We are saving our dollars and praying some day we can buy a home. The five acres we own is for sale and we are hopeful a buyer will come and relieve us of this burden. We’ll go elsewhere and purchase some land to build the piggery and grow food in a place where the neighbors are less hostile and the ground less boggy. Then we will be entirely free from our past. I would ask you to pray we sell that land so we can break free.
Would you believe the court case still goes on? It does. I am shaking my head in disbelief. It meets once a month, but usually the lawyer doesn’t show up and it has to be rescheduled to the next month. A new judge and prosecutor were reassigned. Who knows how this will go. I have done my part and the case belongs to the state. There’s a lot of money that needs to be returned to us for it to be finished. We won’t let that go. I wonder about justice. With such a slow process I have insight into why people on the street give mob justice to a thief and the authorities shrug. Thankfully in my heart I trust God will exact the perfect justice regardless of what happens on this earth. I am sure it displeases God when a proclaimed “man of God” takes what belongs to orphaned children and uses it for his own gain. There have been many such men who have done this to us, and all of them will answer to God. Me? I’m free. There’s no burden such as that on my heart. I’m following God’s plan to help the orphaned children in Uganda. I’m working hard to fundraise with our new online store. ( I hope you will consider buying a bracelet there to support us.)My conscience is clear at night when I go to sleep. I am energized knowing I walk within God’s will for my life. That’s all I need. I do need prayer. As I write I hope prayers will be given that I can spin a true tale into life with all the insight, wit and compassion it requires. In my heart I am home when I am on a writing project. It is the one thing I believe I was meant to do. I’ve waited most of my life to know what to write. This is a story handed to me by God as I followed him into the unknown of orphan care in a foreign culture. It is a story of His faithfulness to the fatherless and how he can use a housewife from Texas to accomplish his plan. It was like I held onto the kite tail of God and went on the ride of my life. Now it is time to tell the story.