I woke up this morning early.
Lila was standing beside my bed. She’d had a dream of a purple pterodactyl that eats children. She was shaken. “Can I get in bed with you?”
The answer is always yes when they’re scared and so she climbed in and was sound asleep again in minutes.
But I was wide awake.
Our yard sale is tomorrow. We have a house, back deck and shed completely and totally FULL of yard sale-ready merchandise. And I suddenly realized at 6:34am that it has to get out of our house and onto tables tomorrow morning by 8am.
Picture it. John and I and two bleary eyed grown up daughters dragging furniture, boxes of toys, clothes, kitchen ware, home decor, baby gear…you name it, we probably have it, out the front door and to the yard. Julia and Aubrey do not even yet know that they will be pressed into service. (Surprise!)
I speak to Jesus, “Lord, the harvest is plentiful. The workers are few.”
I say also, deep in my heart, to Sylvie: “You are loved, child because I absolutely hate doing yard sales.”
We’ve got a lot riding on this yard sale.
It’s a labor of love.
And so I think about that this morning. I think about the work that goes into international adoption. I think about the labor pains and the waiting and the unknowns and I think…it’s so different from becoming a mother the past six times…and it also isn’t.
I pray a more hopeful prayer. “Lord, let this yard sale propel us towards the goal of giving Sylvie what you want for her. Bless our efforts and our hands. Bless each person who donated things to us, bless each person who purchases things from us. Multiply every dollar to get us closer to raising the ransom for her life.”
Will you pray with us over this yard sale? It might seem like a weird prayer, but will you? Pray over these points with us:
- Cooperative weather
- An amazing turnout
- No fibromyalgia issues
- Helpers who are excited to come over at 6am and help set up
- Generous givers
- Good morale
Even for yard sales, the above is true.