tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49971396419148526152024-03-05T23:09:42.628-07:00Team SimsOur Ethiopian Adoption JourneyLori Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317646792701744159noreply@blogger.comBlogger9125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997139641914852615.post-29392262298339118742012-09-28T23:42:00.000-06:002012-09-29T14:00:07.002-06:00Update-Sept 2012We never said we would be good bloggers:) It has been over a year and well, we still wait. It has been a year of a lot of changes within the Ethiopian adoption world...lots of highs and lows. There have been months with encouraging movement on the waiting lists and months where it felt like we were moving backwards. As it stands now, our updated numbers are:<br />
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Baby Girl List: 56<br />
Baby Boy List: 42<br />
Siblings: 21<br />
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We are hopeful we will get a referral in the next year. Our agency has partnered with another orphanage so hopefully that means more children coming home.<br />
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So what have we learned from the wait?<br />
Well, #1, we stink at waiting. We get frustrated, angry, and sad at the drop of a hat and are constantly finding new ways to distract ourselves. We are a mess. Which leads me to #2, God is faithful and we need Him ever so much. He never changes, is always steady and patient with us as we flitter around trying to control everything. #3, we can live on so much less money than we ever thought. We don't miss going out to eat and spending without thought (but oh Target, I do miss you some days!). We have loosened our grip on our finances and are starting (long ways to go still) to see it all as His. And, #4, we are not alone. When you look around, you realize everyone is hurting in some way. This is not our home and we can never be satisfied apart from our Creator. We have some amazing friends (new and old) who are journeying with us in this, and allowing us to journey with them through their "stuff." Nothing refreshes us more than spending time with those people who we don't have to put on a happy face for. You people know who you are. <br />
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Also, as we were waiting this last year, we got to know an amazing group of kids called the His Little Feet Choir. <span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875);">14 sweet orphans who give a face and a voice to the millions of children without families. We were so blessed by our time with them! </span><br />
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If they are ever in your area, all I can say is <a href="http://www.hislittlefeet.org/">GO!</a> You will be blessed.<br />
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We will try to update more often but are so thankful for your prayers and support. Pray we would be faithful in this time and pray for resources..as the time gets closer, we will still need about $20,000 to pay fees and travel (ha, it's laughable...only $20,000).<br />
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Joe Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18221589703283247839noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997139641914852615.post-29600365380956120342011-09-16T11:04:00.006-06:002011-09-16T11:56:31.420-06:00Woohoo!<a href="http://www.showhope.org/">Show Hope</a> (Stephen Curtis & Mary Beth Chapmans' adoption ministry) approved our grant application and are giving us money for the adoption!<br /><br />Honestly, we weren't expecting anything, so we were shocked! As much as we need the money, the biggest blessing in us receiving the grant was the confirmation that God is our Provider. We have heard all along from people who have been on this road before, that "God will provide." And of course we believed and hoped for that, but when you are staring at a bill you can't pay you start to wonder. We know God has called us to this huge thing, that we aren't able to do alone, but it was starting to feel, well, lonely. So receiving an unexpected letter that people a thousand miles away have been praying for us and want to give us $3000 was just what these lonely hearts were needing.<br /><br />And in other news, our numbers are moving pretty slowly right now since Ethiopia is in their rainy season and the courts are closed, but here are our September #'s:<br /><br />Baby Girl: # 105<br />Baby Boy: # 82<br />Siblings: #39<br /><br /><br /><div align="center"><strong>"I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD." Psalm 27:13</strong></div>Lori Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317646792701744159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997139641914852615.post-80316961785224375172011-07-15T17:55:00.004-06:002011-07-15T17:58:29.561-06:00July's NumbersAs of July 15, 2011 our new spots on the waitlist are:<div><br /><div>Girl: 115</div><div>Boy: 89</div><div>Siblings:43</div><div><br /></div><div>Woohoo...movement.</div></div>Lori Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317646792701744159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997139641914852615.post-69314220597019745692011-07-08T13:13:00.003-06:002011-07-08T13:46:15.893-06:00On the List!Today we got news that our dossier (aka enormous amount of paperwork) has been approved and we are officially on the waiting list. Paperwork phase over...waiting phase begins. <div><br /></div><div>Although the numbers are a little arbitrary since people can be on multiple lists and it is not including people who were referred in June, here are our digits:</div><div><br /></div><div>Baby Boy List #95</div><div>Baby Girl List #122</div><div>Sibling Group List #49</div><div><br /></div><div>That's the good news! </div><div><br /></div><div>The bad news is adoptions are moving slower and there is quite a bit of uncertainty in Ethiopia right now, so the wait time which was once 8 months, could be as high as 18 months (currently averaging about 12 months). </div><div><br /></div><div>So we wait, and we pray. </div><div><br /></div><div>Thanks for journeying with us!</div><div><br /></div><div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>“I am waiting for the Lord, my soul is waiting for Him, and my hope is in His Word.” Psalm 130:5</b></div></div>Joe Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18221589703283247839noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997139641914852615.post-78019443937350328412011-05-03T11:08:00.001-06:002011-05-03T11:42:07.842-06:00Going Public...We have been using this blog as a place to journal our thoughts, timeline, and costs as we begin the adoption process and weren't sure we would ever make it public beyond family, but here we go...<br /><br />Welcome.Lori Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317646792701744159noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997139641914852615.post-20638512401994412852011-05-02T21:18:00.001-06:002011-05-06T08:14:58.726-06:00Paperwork Coma<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div>As May begins, we are in a little bit of a standstill. We have finished our home study, most of our dossier paperwork and all of our training requirements. The paperwork is extensive and annoying, but I kind of love a little binder with tabs and a checklist...I can control that, I can DO this! Knowing the uncertainty that awaits us in this process, I embrace the small part of the process I can control. However, we are waiting on a little form called the I-600A, which is a petition to our government to allow us to adopt and bring an orphan into the United States. It is a quick and easy form to fill out (except for writing the $890 check that accompanies it), yet it takes 12-14 weeks to get your "letter of favorable determination" back from the state department. So we are waiting...<br /><br />The last couple of months have been emotional. We have had some painful personal things we have dealt with but in the midst of this, though, God has brought people into our life who have served as nothing but encouragement for us. Dear friends and family, other adoptive parents we met at our training, and new friends who we know the LORD has placed in our lives. We have not felt alone and are able to rest in His provision for us.<br /><br /><br />The money thing has been (and continues to be) tough for us, yet up to this point there has never been a bill we couldn't pay. God has provided through ways we never planned or expected, and also through the generous hearts of people who love us and love God. We are so grateful and humbled. One of our first official donations came in the form of a crumpled $20 bill from the piggy bank of a beautiful girl whose heart and world view is mature way beyond her 7 years. Does she understand the suffering and destitution in Africa? Has she studied the Bible for its teachings on orphans and understand the idea of the "least of these?" Probably not...well maybe (she is a smart cookie), but she surely does know that her baby sister found her way home from Africa. She knows that the love she and her sister have for one another is real, her family is complete, and she will do whatever she can to make sure Brody and Anna can get to their baby brother or sister.<br /><br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602333360240877554" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjikw6ySFcA_Fql-d635IJE53mKAbPNaBPyp24krPbJKzCmDV1uqcRSswJoTWcbCM0mL6-Toj9BXfNarwFJAb_XZYZAoEA1qhAUhOzlRjh-jteA4lBx8l35PYolESRyvStNx5lveDuu2A4/s320/hals.JPG" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><b>"...for God loves a cheerful giver." 2 Cor 9:7</b></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"></div>Lori Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317646792701744159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997139641914852615.post-38978214041099247692011-03-08T21:45:00.001-07:002011-05-03T09:07:49.418-06:00Frustration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsS7oIr5YGDzwqaF-UNsC3sRHWfhywjSwqi4CeQzyFU8ObFqzrkg9Byjc4Fp4JDOunEQzZPMARlfy51QY-lKxWwk0Y80aUBo1HVWZauBYU1TL1r83wF2Va4XyAG9eZisyI3y_p9OZCoRw/s1600/dolls2.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581943024121971874" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsS7oIr5YGDzwqaF-UNsC3sRHWfhywjSwqi4CeQzyFU8ObFqzrkg9Byjc4Fp4JDOunEQzZPMARlfy51QY-lKxWwk0Y80aUBo1HVWZauBYU1TL1r83wF2Va4XyAG9eZisyI3y_p9OZCoRw/s320/dolls2.jpg" /></a><br />Usually we want to post/share our thoughts and feelings about the adoption when things are great, but right now things most definitely are not great. So hopefully this will just be a record of one of the deep "valleys" in this process.<br /><br /><br /><div>Word in the blogosphere, facebook, and news is that Ethiopia is currently deciding whether or not they should slash their international adoption processing from 50 files/day to 5. There is a huge push by "aid organizations" (UNICEF particularly) to keep orphans in their home countries. They are citing isolated examples of child trafficking as one of the main reasons to make the process more "thorough," and it is not too difficult to find news articles about adoption agencies who are getting reviewed for "suspicious practices." (sorry for all of the quotes... I'll try to slow those down.)</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I get that, in the ideal world, we could crank up our international aid and get these poor and starving countries the help they need. But even if that started yesterday, it would take YEARS for that to trickle down to the people who need it. And even then, there are still millions of children whose parents have died from AIDS or otherwise, and that would just get them a more comfortable bed and better food in their orphanage.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I know this is a mixture of preaching to the choir and rambling, but I am frustrated. I cannot believe how overtly evil this world is. In the name of "keeping children with their cultural heritage," we are denying THOUSANDS of kiddos each year the right to have a real bed, a real mom to kiss their foreheads, a real dad to hug them <i>way</i> too tightly. How dark is that? How can God stand to let us humans run this world for a single second more? I am still new to this "the world is NOT what we've been led to believe here in the suburbs" thing, and it's getting overwhelming quickly. Our adoption has been a salve for me, letting me believe that we are doing something to make a small difference. But if Ethiopia legislates us out of the picture, what then? What are we supposed to do? Move our adoption paperwork to a different country? Forget all of the stories, images, and history that we have practically lived in this past year?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Our hearts are hurting, I'm pissed pretty much constantly, and these kids might be receiving a life sentence in 2 days, March 10th. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So we'll pray, sign any petition you put in front of me, and tell everyone we know. (Who don't seem to care nearly as much as we do, judging by the FB response. but that's another blog.)<br /></div><br /><div>(this was Joe by the way)<br /></div><br /><div>UPDATE: There has been an official slowdown, but international organizations have banded together to keep the Ethiopian adoption process running smoothly, while also building increased security and protective measures to ensure that everything possible is being done "in-country" to keep the families intact and protect them from those who would try to obtain a child illegally. Our agency is still processing adoptions and the courts are moving at a reasonable pace, so we continue on...please keep praying.</div><br /><div></div>Lori Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317646792701744159noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997139641914852615.post-32561679945272182302011-01-18T23:12:00.000-07:002011-02-05T19:11:29.614-07:00Smoke Detectors and Kia's<div style="text-align: left;">Smoke detectors and Kia's...what could these things have in common?</div><div style="text-align: center;"><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Well, they are the tools Satan uses against me. Anytime Joe and I begin to really buckle down on the budget and tithing, the Kia (or our other ghetto fabulous vehicle) goes out...and not just goes out, but catastrophically falls apart, always costing a thousand dollars or more. It was the story of our summer. And it happened again the day before we submitted our adoption application. To start the process, it costs right around $3000. To pay for the Kia, $1500. Blah!</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">The other thorn in my side is smoke detectors. You'd think being married to a firefighter would help me in this situation, but it does not. Always.in.the.middle.of.the.night. When Joe is away at work, the chirping starts or even better, the full blown alarm mode at 2 am. Coming from the demon possessed one at the top of the vaulted ceiling. Thankfully my children can sleep through anything, (except my phone alarm vibrating at 4:30am), so they are always untethered. But kid you not, the night before the application was turned in.</div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: left;">Needless to say, although it sounds like frat house warfare, I do believe it is spiritual warfare. My biggest weakness is apathy, which comes when I am tired, frustrated, or feeling small. These attacks, although annoying and derailing at times only prove this is worth fighting for. Caring for "the least of these" has eternal significance, otherwise Satan wouldn't care. </div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b>"You were running a good race. Who cut in on you and kept you from obeying the truth? That kind of persuasion does not come from the one who calls you." Galatians 5:7, 8</b></div><div style="text-align: center; "><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: left; ">My prayer is that I don't doubt what the Lord has called our family to. He was clear in the message and has been faithful in the details. From the moment we stepped out and announced we were adopting, it has been one attack after another. I am not trying to sugar coat it, it has been more personal and deep than stupid cars and chirping appliances, but He is faithful. This is only the beginning and I know Satan is not done, but I am grateful to be serving a God who has already won the battle.</div><div style="text-align: left; "><br /></div><div style="text-align: left; "><div style="text-align: center; "><b>"I know that you can do all things, </b><b>no plan of yours can be thwa</b><b>rted." Job 42:2</b></div></div><div style="text-align: left;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center; ">So, despite money being siphoned from our account and the deafening 2 am slap in the face, we went forward.</div></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmvxz_dF-2bYjZdtIl-G0vxdt94fwQwyM800VoRXSIFn8BDSDBM1elCJWVS5bMyEF2eS7GKJnDYH7YLlxr6MCEBhAOq1xJAH0QxLBQDo7N1BELXFLYjnrLeFSb5ztU4TF6UgbQagHDNrM/s320/DSC_0660-1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 198px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564320674351293810" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg67rxP36zPYZZ3I7U51kjfqKuED3LtoNBJcO8MuYPi_7vYFO74o9Kxf97GIWfZXl0ialt5HKBRL4W2a7SDAujiZe3jQinmDI8PyvIbIRDAXwfEl1LNAVymuqYiB1LK1_z4__4RFPTrb9c/s320/DSC_0678-1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564320683515776194" /><img src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF5umC_2d8Aj0epZlYQoio2ouGCvVRJScH-I8sUAjVVW09Fv8pm7HpuLMyZyTQSHj-fvER1bT-ZnkceCirs8m8sbYF9qt4O8szPxvOkXjIhpWDEloRao1qWHgwIShZEepMGtKWubMwzSg/s320/DSC_0668-1.JPG" style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564320680572230578" /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b>"We know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose." Romans 8:28</b><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><b><br /></b></div>Lori Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317646792701744159noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4997139641914852615.post-14220873710735258502011-01-12T22:00:00.000-07:002011-02-05T18:44:07.538-07:00The Why<div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></b></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">"No eye has seen, no ear has heard, no mind has conceived what God has prepared for those who love him." 1Corinthians 2:9</span></b></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span">January 2010. Life was so good...a new decade, we love our jobs, we love our house, we love our church, the twins (the 'all-boy' boy and the beautiful princess) turned 3 and are becoming funnier by the day. What more could we want? </span>We were content, happy, and feeling like we were settling into a good place.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span">Then...Haiti, January 12, 2010.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span">With the devastation came pictures, like this one:</span></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><b><span class="Apple-style-span"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564434696524201106" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqgHjUTGVusCdjbNiyyWXFzfZRAhA9rbQZO7Z5cB4Zbw2iTPioEmdNzLzv8u0_tnwhle0e7IP7hEnrFwyXN3sXUfD2p3JfuSF8eWe9ZnC4hDUgiioezuwMa1d21PQihDu5DYd0ksnmrwo/s400/haiti.jpg" border="0" /></span></b></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><br /></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span">These children had to sleep outside because their orphanage building was compromised. 3 year olds, just like Brody and Annabelle. Alone, cold, scared, no mom or dad to tuck them in, hold them, and whisper that everything would be just fine. We felt helpless, we have room, we have blankets, we have warm beds, we have food, we have love to give. God stirred our hearts for adoption.</span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span></div><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><span class="Apple-style-span"><b>"Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress." James 1:27</b></span></div><div style="text-align: left;"><br /></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left" align="left"><span class="Apple-style-span"><div style="text-align: left; "><div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">We spent the next year trying to save money and pray what our next step would be. Our prayer, from a Hillsong song became "break my heart for what breaks yours, everything I am for your kingdoms cause."</span></p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 16px; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><br /></p></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: medium; "></div><div style="text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">"Heal my heart and make it clean</span></span></b></b></p></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Open up my eyes to the things unseen</span></span></b></b></span></p></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">Show me how to love like you have loved me</span></span></b></b></span></p></div><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; "></span></span></p><div style="text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; ">Break my heart for what breaks yours</span></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; ">Everything I am for your kingdoms cause</span></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; ">As I go from earth in to</span></span></p></div><div style="text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px; ">Eternity</span></span></p></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; "></div><div style="text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">Hosanna, Hosanna,</span></span></span></b></b></p></div><div style="font-weight: bold; text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "><b><b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">Hosanna in the highest."</span></span></span></b></b></span></p></div><div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; ">Hillsong United,<i> Hosanna</i></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><i><br /></i></span></span></span></p><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-style: normal; line-height: normal; font-size: medium; "></span></i></span></span></span></p><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><p style="text-align: left;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><span class="Apple-style-span">G</span>od quickly led us to Ethiopia. Ethiopia is a country with almost 5 million orphaned children primarily due to the AIDS epidemic, famine, and poverty of the country. 80% of the population lives on less than $2 a day. 10% of children will die before their 5th birthday. Children are not likely to go to school or have access to clean drinking water. The situation is even more dire for young girls. The options for a young, uneducated girl are prostitution or a lifetime of sexual abuse. It is overwhelming and we began to feel helpless again. We can't help millions of children, but then we realized we could help one and that is one less orphan.</span></span></span></p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><i><br /></i></span></span></span></p></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: center; "><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><b>"From everyone who has been given much, much will be demanded; and from the one who has been entrusted with much, much more will be asked." Luke 12:48</b></span></span></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 18px; "><span class="Apple-style-span"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 16px; "><b><br /></b></span></span></span></p></div></div></div></div><div style="font-family: Georgia, serif; text-align: left; "></div></span></div></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"><span class="Apple-style-span">So on January 12, 2011 (1 year after the Haitian earthquake that moved the earth and our hearts) we submitted our application to adopt a child (or children) from Ethiopia. We believe God's picture of our family is not yet complete and we will begin a season of making our way to the rest of Team Sims.</span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /></span><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center" align="left"><b><span class="Apple-style-span">"I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living." Psalm 27:13</span></b><span class="Apple-style-span"> </span></div><span class="Apple-style-span"><br /><div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"><br /></div></span>Lori Simshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11317646792701744159noreply@blogger.com1