Linking Arms

Our pastor told a story in church on Sunday about a tribe in Africa that spread out to find a missing little boy and couldn’t. The next day, they linked arms and tried again. This time they found the boy, but it was too late. The mom cried out “why didn’t we link arms sooner?”.

It’s an incredibly sad story. But the image of everyone walking arm-in-arm, looking together, has stuck with me. As I sat and heard this story, I suddenly saw all the people linking arms with us to get our little girl home. Just me and my daughter for a moment, then so many others joined us.

I have taken part in some projects lately to give hope in Africa. inCourage, an amazing group of women, got together to fund Mercy House in Kenya. So far, they bought a van, built school rooms, bought a generator and a computer lab and are working on building an additional home. This is for single moms in Kenya, so they can keep moms and babies together. It’s a beautiful thing.

Last week, Lisa Jo Baker asked her followers to help build a community water project in South Africa. In less than 12 hours, it was fully funded.

And it got me thinking. I played an incredibly small part in both of those things. I am saving most of my pennies for our adoption, but felt so moved to help out in whatever small way I could. So I linked arms with all the other ladies and we got it done.

I can’t get the image out of my head. And I am so grateful for those who have already linked arms with us on our mission to bring an orphan home. My friend who told me I could sew bags (even though I don’t really know how to sew). She then figured out a pattern, sewed some samples, taught me to sew them and made about 20 bags for me to sell.

My friends who surprised me with what they called “a very small amount” to help with the adoption, that really isn’t small to me at all. Every single dollar counts.

The couple who told me last week that they support me and want to help with the adoption.

The people who have purchased necklaces and coffee.

My sister who is going to sit with me at a craft fair next week.

My mom who cut the strings on at least 25 bags, so far.

My little one who puts every single coin she gets into the fund for “Sissy”.

There is such a long way to go. But it means the world to me to have so many standing by us, linking arms to rescue an orphan and bring her home. One day soon, she will have a loving haven of a home. And I am so grateful to each and every person who will help get us there. Linking arms in prayer. Linking arms in support. Linking arms with a hug that makes the waiting bearable.

 

 

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