So I’ve been wondering and waiting. Waiting for something to come to my life that feels like IT. Something to do, get involved in, become passion about, serve with. Something missional, global, and in great need. I found it on Facebook.
While scrolling through the nonsense (no offense) I tapped on a   link. Hosting kids – ahh that might be fun. I picked out a few families, sibling groups of course, (because why would you get one when you could get two?) and put the info in front of my husband.
He didn’t look at our calendar, he didn’t spend hours in prayer, he just said “Yea, let’s do it.” I love following his lead.  I called a random number to get more info and ask a few basic questions. This was Saturday night, just a few hours after my thumb thoughtlessly grazed my newsfeed.
The phone rang.
Someone picked up!
She was the President of the ministry!
She not only knew the girls, but had interviewed them!
On a Saturday night!!!
We spoke for about 30 minutes. She had answers to every question. Sisters, 7 and 15, healthy and hopeful. She couldn’t be happier for us and them. She spoke very highly of their character and was impressed with their personalities. Our excitement built as our hearts pounded.
They are from Central Asia, they speak Russian, they want to go on rollercoasters and see the ocean. They want to come. They look sweet and spunky, sassy and sincere. They hope for more then just an American summer. 5 weeks – 5 weeks they will be part of our family. 5 short weeks.
And so they are coming. I’m working on getting a bunk bed, and finding some clothes for them without knowing their sizes. I need to figure out a few Russian phrases and plan some freezer meals. I’d love to paint our guest room something a bit more feminine. Extra toothbrushes, a new box of crayons, new linens not to mention another mattress. Scheduling some dental and eye appointments, planning a mini getaway at a beach somewhere. The errands are just the beginning. Yea!
And I’m so happy. So happy to throw myself into this. This is going to be the best summer ever. Literally. Because the reality is that these girls will become part of our hearts, as all our kids do. They already are loved and prayed for and wanted.
This is missional. This is global. This is what the Lord has in store. This is better then I could have hoped for. This is…
This is so so good.
Taste and see that the Lord is good. Blessed is the man that trusts in him. Psalm 34:8