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When It Rains, It Pours Through Those Floodgates!

Good news my friends!  Our mailbox contained a very important letter that came from heaven via Franklin Tennessee....Let me read you a few lines...

"On behalf of Show Hope and the donors who make our grants possible, we rejoice with your family as you step out in faith to experience the miracle of adoption.  Thank you for allowing us to be a small part of your adoption process.  We are pleased to inform you that you have been awarded an adoption assistance grant in the amount of
$4,000!!!
...Our prayer for your family is that God will be glorified throughout the adoption process - as He proves Himself to be faithful, provides the finances from various sources, and as He reveals His great love and care for the child you are adopting."


And that is exactly what He has been doing.  We applied for this grant back in October and knew that we should be hearing from them by the end of January....so by yesterday is was getting pretty exciting to go to the mailbox, knowing this letter might be there! What a thrill to be part of the funnel God is using to care for His orphans!

This grant will be available to us after we've accepted a referral for a specific child or two, so it is the first savings toward our travel to Ethiopia.  The estimated total adoption cost is around $30,000, $10,000 of which is travel costs for Scott & I to both make two trips to Ethiopia for court and embassy hearings.  I'm getting anxious to start shopping for plane tickets!!

Praise God with us dear friends!  He's as faithful as He was yesterday and as faithful as He would be if He hadn't sent this grant our way.....but since He did, let's dance about it!





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  1. Congrats!! I know all about the adoption process, and it is not easy! Email me with details, and if you already have your referral, I bet I can go love on your baby, and send you lots of pictures! My email address is kpcs2002@gmail.com.

    Kendra

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    1. I wish we had a referral already, but we're still finishing up our dossier....if we happen to get a lightning quick referral while you're still there I will be giving you a name and address to track down with hugs and kisses for sure!!

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  2. That is wonderful! So happy for you!

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  3. Thanks Nicole! It's a HUGE drop in the bucket!!

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