Daddy is Nesting Too

nesting [ˈnɛstɪŋ]

n

(Psychology) the tendency to arrange one's immediate surroundings, such as a work station, to create a place where one feels secure, comfortable, or in control

Collins English Dictionary – Complete and Unabridged © HarperCollins Publishers 1991, 1994, 1998, 2000, 2003

He will deny it, and fortunately he never reads our blog so he won't have the opportunity to do so...but my husband has been "nesting" since we got back from our visit with the boys.  I did this myself before we left for Haiti with the hopeful delusion that the boys would be home sometime this summer.  He has been in full swing since we got back, repairing things and accomplishing projects that have long been given up on.  For those that have spent afternoons with the blazing Western sun in my kitchen, we now have blinds. For those who have wrestled with our broken refrigerator drawers...no longer a problem.  Behind my refrigerator and stove were cleaned (shamefully, for the first time since we moved in.)  Holly no longer has to have a wrestling match with her drawers to get dressed every morning.

When one "nests", the motivation is to make arrange your surroundings so you or others feel at home.  Alto feels at home when he is as dirty as possible, much like his brother, Caleb. 

Alto loving being as dirty as possible

Alto in the sand.

 

















When in Haiti, much to Alto's delight, we had a ton (literally)of sand brought in to the orphanage.  So, of course, we should have a huge sandbox right in our own backyard!

Cameron in the sandbox.

Caleb in the sandbox.

Our makeshift fire pit has now become official with concrete, a drain and the works. 

Tony working on the fire pit.

We all put our hand prints and names in the concrete of the firepit.
Tony wrote in Sam and Alto's names between his own handprint.

This is all my man's way of saying, "I love these boys to death and I can't wait for them to get here."  Something I've been voicing every day for over 2 years....but it's good to hear it from someone else.  I love my husband and his commitment to showing all of our children his love for them and raising them to love their Creator with all their heart.  

Your probably wondering...so when will they get here?  A question I painfully ponder and hear multiple times  every day.  The answer is:  when God says so. Or, hopefully before Christmas.  I've been at this too long to have expectations on time frames.

Milonia

If you've followed our involvement in Haiti at all, you may be familiar with a young lady named Milonia.  Her gentle, humble, grateful spirit captured my heart the first time I met her.  But to be honest, what struck me most was her frail, malnourished, emaciated little body.  Something I had never seen before and it brought me to sobbing tears.

Milonia suffers from Type I Diabetes in a country where even basic medical care is a rare privilege.  If you know anyone in America who suffers from this disease, you know how serious, exhausting, and life threatening it is even with proper medical care.

After our third year in a row of visiting Milonia, I couldn't stand to see her continue to get the "minimal" help with her basic needs of survival.  She needed real medical care or she would never be strong enough to go to school and have a chance to succeed in her life.  God opened that door of opportunity by providing trustworthy and willing workers in Haiti to help her.  All I needed to do was raise the money to get it done.

As always, God provides.  I've set up a blog where anyone who would like to be involved can help with her monthly expenses as well as stay updated on her progress.

When attempting to help a country like Haiti, the needs and the inability to have an impact can be debilitating and overwhelming, causing us to not even try.  This is a chance to make a "Difference to One"...hence, the title of the blog.

From left to right; Jude, Roseny, Milonia, Tanya, Nellie

There is a link on our page to Milonia's blog so everyone who keeps up with us can keep up with her as well.