Saturday, February 6, 2010

Moving on down the road toward our daughter

With Valentines spread all over our basement we discussed our sweet baby and our our new number.
Seemed quite appropriate to use sweet tarts to make our new number. The boys could not believe that I was leaving out the blue sweet tarts. Come on now I am all about the blue but just not tonight.
Tonight was decorating for the holiday of LOVE! 
I love my family more than I ever could have imagined and I can hardly wait to watch each of our hearts become open to one more precious little sweetie. The three little gentlemen above will be the most amazing big brothers.
We have been going through this process for so long that I dare say they have no idea what to expect but they will rise to the occasion. Someday soon this will all be very real and we will be walking the roads of Addis to hold our daughter for the very first time.
I pray every day for HER to bond with her brothers and for HER to arrive safely into our open arms and our open hearts.
We are coming for you sweet little baby girl!!!

4 comments:

Jenny said...

wooooohoo! love the picture too :-)

crispy said...

Our world will be turned from an all girl world to having both. I know it will be fantastic, but a crazy ride.

Yay for the new number. It will happen before you know it. =)

cris

Amy said...

We're #11 for a boy so looks like we're both getting really close. Travel buddies maybe? :)

Anonymous said...

Yeah for 13! We were 25th this time last year and brought home a little our princess in September- you guys are so close!

Into Our Arms Forever!

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Meeting Ava during our first trip to Ethiopia

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Meeting Ava Ethiopia Trip July 2010 from melanie Strobel on Vimeo.

Korah- Addis Ababa, Ethiopia

During our recent visit to Ethiopia I felt very called to the village of Korah in Addis Ababa Ethiopia. There have been numerous rumblings lately about the tremendous need to help the children of Korah who are growing up in and around the local trash dump. The village was established 75 years ago as a place to send people with leprosy who were said to be cursed. Now there is a 3rd generation of people living in Korah with nearly 100,000 suffering from such things as leprosy, HIV, misc disease and of course malnutrition. There are many children of Korah who have been forced to live and work at the trash dump in hopes of finding food and possible items to sell in Korah's center of town. With the start of the Great Hope Church in Korah and the building of a shelter, along with the ministry of local Sammy Liben and Sumer Yates, there is now a feeding program and a sponsorship program in place to rescue the forgotten children of Korah and send them to boarding school where they can escape the horror of the conditions of living and working in a large trash dump. For more information please visit: www.help4korah.blogspot.com or www.p61.org where you can learn more about how you or your organization can help the people and the children of Korah. Please send me a message or email Erin Allen at erin@p61.org to request sponsorship information. I will soon be posting the photos of my day recently spent in Korah. I must tell you it was life changing and beyond anything I have ever done to stretch, change and rearrange myself. God helped me to help the people who I met. Much of what I could offer was nothing more than the snap of my camera or a warm touch or an inviting smile. The needs in Korah are beyond our wildest imagination yet God is over Korah and there is already amazing work being done. I invite you to view the following videos to learn more about the beauty and the needs of Korah's people.

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Hannah's Hope Orphanage- Ethiopia

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