They Just Can't Be Left Behind!

How in the world???

There are still 49 Angel Tree Babes who have not reached their goal of getting over the $1,000.00 wall.

     

My heart's desire is to see every single one of them jump that wall.

  

But we are talking $15,000.00.

  

By midnight tomorrow night.

  

Ugh!

  

Why does it matter?

   

Why do I care that all the kids cross?

  

Because God is on the move.

                                  I jumped!!

  

In the last week thousands and thousands of e-mails have been sent.  From ordinary people across the country who have been INQUIRING ABOUT THE ANGEL TREE BABES.

  

Thousands of hearts have been touched.

  

THOUSANDS.

   

That's God at work.

  

And it calls me into action.

  

So here I am on this Fatherless Friday asking for the impossible....

  

 I'm standing with all my fellow Angel Tree Warriors yelling myself hoarse for these last 49 to be pulled over that wall.

                                                                                                              I jumped!!

   

We just can't leave them behind people.

                                                                          I jumped                       I jumped 

    

Yes we are asking for the impossible.

 

The Warriors are completely tapped out....

$15,000.00 is HUGE.

We're just a bunch of little David's facing a rather BIG GOLIATH.

But God is on the move and so we cannot give up.... Every nickel in their grant account matters.  Every nickel matters.

Please - will you consider digging deep and donating to one or two or more of these babes?

Help pull some of them over the wall?

Join with all us little David's???

Please?

THE CHILDREN ON THIS PAGE ARE THE 49 WHO JUST CAN'T BE LEFT BEHIND!!

REECE'S RAINBOW'S ANGEL TREE

A Whisper

Revised from last year .... December 29.... in memory of December 29, 2009....

Just a whisper.  A Holy Spirit breathed whisper.  A longing.  A stirring that began years before but began to grow louder and more insistent as time passed.  Adoption.  One day we said.  One day.  Later.  Too busy now.  Our days too full.  Not enough money.  Not enough time.  Later.  Much later.  When the boys are gone.  When we finish our current projects.  When our bank account is above 0.  Another day.  Not today.

All good arguments but the whisper stayed.  The stirrings continued.  The voice wasn't silenced.  The God-ordained encounters with those who had gone before kept happening.  Consider.  Just consider.  Pray.  But... but...no... can't... not.... all the arguments.  Mental gymnastics.  The money God.  Where?  It can't work.  Our boys.  It's crazy.  We are broke.  Our business is tumbling down.  We are consumed with our side projects.  Our schedule is insane.  Dear Lord - it's just not the right time. 

Louder.  No longer a stirring but a wave.  A push.  An emptiness.  A realization that we lacked.  Something.  Someone.  Our lives were full of nothing.  Crazy chasing after useless dreams.  Circling - protecting our boys from what?  Our spiritual lives - Church - worship - tithing - going through the motions.  For what?  Our passion gone.  Realization of our empty cup.

Then a picture.  A smiling face.  A helpless child.  The Holy Spirit whisper becomes a scream. 

GO GET HIM.  HE'S YOURS. 

 This child.  In that country. GO.  Now.  Say yes.  Despite the bank account.  Despite the schedule.  Despite the arguments.  Despite it all.  GO. 

Two years later.  Our 'whisper' celebrating Christmas with us.  Our son.  Our child.  Our little brother.  Ours.  But more than Ours - God's.  His child.  His son.  His treasure that He called out of darkness.  To our family. 

Aaron. 

December 29, 2009 - two year ago - just a whisper in our hearts.  I'm so grateful we listened.