Tag Archives: Mom

“Adoption Auction”

9 Oct

Not much is happening with the adoption currently – at least not at our end – though I’ve been hearing Russian words used in normal conversation more frequently. (Not exactly sure what they all mean yet though. 😛 )

It’s been interesting to me having all these people giving money, time, and/or knowledge to help us in this process. Many I wouldn’t have even thought to tell, but the internet has allowed us to share Yuri’s story with, basically, the world. 🙂

Mom started a silent auction page (which now has over 400 members) on Facebook, and we’ve received quite a few donations to sell. God truly is providing.

Here’s a link to the silent auction page, if anyone’s interested.
https://www.facebook.com/groups/507440966012869/

~thisbigsister

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A Voice

23 Sep

When I asked God to help me guard my mouth, I really didn’t mean I wanted no voice. 😛

“Set a watch, O LORD, before my mouth; keep the door of my lips.” -Psalm 141:3

I was feeling fine yesterday, though my throat felt a little scratchy before I went to bed, but this morning when I woke up my throat hurt all over, and it was nearly impossible for me to say anything.

Turns out, when your throat hurts every time you speak, you start to choose your words much more carefully. (and side note; sign language simply does NOT convey jokes and sarcasm very well. 😛 )

Why expend energy putting someone down, when you could use that effort to encourage? Who would want to waste their words on meanness, when it’s easier to not say anything. In many ways, it’s still about self – but through the selfishness of wanting to avoid pain to myself, I can see the pain I avoid causing others.

Then on the other side of that; communication without a voice.

“Speak for those who cannot speak;” – Proverbs 31:8a

Now, considering I’m not headed to destruction, the rest of that verse didn’t really apply, thus “8a”, but I’m still learning to appreciate the power of a voice. Alyssa is the best at understanding me – both actual sign language, and miming – and she has been helping to translate this morning after Mom thought I said something about wanting to fly. 😀

Though it’s a pain (literally and figuratively) for me not a having my voice today, I thank God for showing me that I CAN stop myself from saying things that aren’t Christ-like, that I CAN instead choose to build up, and encourage.

“Let no corrupt communication proceed out of your mouth, but that which is good to the use of edifying, that it may minister grace to the hearers.” -Eph 4:29

Edit: Turns out that I can actually speak without it hurting too much – as long as I only talk in a really high squeaky voice. 😀 Lyssa finds it hugely annoying, whereas several of the boys find it hilarious. Oh well, at least I can convey a message without some elaborate charades now. 🙂