On My Sidebar.........

Take a minute and click on the button to the right of my post and read about Misha.  I have been friends with Janera  for several years now here in the blog.  I think many of you know her.  What a blessing she is and what a blessing she is going to be to one little boy that lives in an orphanage in the Ukraine.

I do not usually do this but in my heart I know it is something that we all can do. $1, $2, $3, etc. Whatever we can give. She is also having an auction of items later in the summer, I know that there are those of you out there that are so crafty.  Think about sending her something to put in the auction. I am.

Can you imagine the blessing it WILL be when she posts a picture of Misha at home with her? Can you imagine the joy that it will bring to our hearts, that we were a part of something much bigger than ourselves..........  

The economy is in the tank, I know that , but the Father God is not and neither are HIS people. Pray about it, go over to her blog and read and then be obedient to the Lord.

Feel free to take the picture from my sidebar and post it on your blog. The link http://www.mygardenhat.blogspot.com/

I have posted a few lines from her blog : 

Misha is real. He would have been real whether or not we ever met him. But we did meet him, and now here we are, one family among the many who have heard God's whispering in their ears to go, to reach out, to bring home a child and to love him unconditionally.

We never imagined it would be we. Yet, here we are. We're stepping into rough waves, trying to keep our eyes on the Father, trying as hard as we can to believe that we can walk to Him on water.

I try not to think about our little boy where he is tonight, in his orphanage in Ukraine. I try not to remember what I know to be true: that he probably went to bed hungry, that no one tucked him in and played a little game of "Who loves you?" with his giggling self, that he doesn't have his beloved Spongebob blanket, because he left it here, asking us to keep it until he can return. The big boys would take it, he tells us in a mixture of sign language, Russian, and near-English. I try not to wonder if he is cold, if he is wearing his new glasses, if he was able to keep his toys that we sent back with him, if he gets to drink as much milk as he wants, like he did here in our kitchen. I try not to go back to my folder of photos, where I've saved pictures of him in his orphanage, in our home, in the car on the way back to the airport.