My favorite bloggers focus on personal finance, adoption, the poor/ needy, women/social issues and some creative writing. I am attracted to these blogs for obvious reasons. I am big believer that we can be better stewards of the resources God has blessed us with. My heart is broken for orphans, the poor and oppressed amongst us. I believe women are not given a fair chance, and as a result, suffer various atrocities that we all need to be speaking up against. I am a writer. However, one of my all time favorite blogger is Amy Block @ http://buildingtheblocks.blogspot.com/.
Amy's blog was one of the first I encountered on adoption. Growing up, I had always mentioned in passing that I would love to adopt children from all over the world. I dream of raising a multinational family. I dream of fostering children in a loving environment. These were desires buried deep within me, but I never really got to thinking much about them until summer 2010. I just got done with my masters, and I was home alone for several months job searching and blogging on my other blog. It was during this season that I came across blogs on adoption and foster care. These blogs awoke in me all the desires that I thought were dead.
Amy's blog made me cry, laugh and hope. Her blog led me to other blogs, and these solidified the desire in my heart to one day adopt. Reading these blogs made me realize that adoption was God's idea, because He first adopted me into his family. A truth that would resonate with me for the rest of my life. I admire Amy and her family. She and her husband, Todd, are willing vessels for God. They have four birth children and adopted five more. Two from Guatemala, two from the local foster system and one from Ethiopia. I question what kind of life these children would have if Todd and Amy did not step out to obey God's calling on their lives.
The Block's family recently packed up and moved to Guatemala to serve as missionaries at Eagles Nest Orphanage. They left two sons in college. They moved with seven children to begin the journey of nurturing and giving hope to thousand more. I guess the very thing that attracts me to the Block's family is "This is a family living out the dreams in my heart." I really admire her and her commitment to God. I admire her dedication to serve God and no other. I admire her sacrifice, and I am blessed to be able to read her blog and be part of their journey.
Amy recently shared a need of the children who come to the orphanage, and I am hoping many of you would stand up to help fill this need. Living in poverty is something many of us cannot understand. I do not have a regular income, and I am working hard to build a writing career while cursing at my student loans; poverty has never been my reality. Many of the children served by the Block's family walk miles without shoes or in shoes that are worn out and/or several sizes smaller. Little girls and boys with bruised feet are not what we encounter daily, but these are the "tip of the iceberg" needs of many. If you are interested in donating $15 to help a child get shoes, please click here to read Amy's blog post on the need for shoes and then, please donate.
Like I earlier mentioned, I am not working, but I do support The Block family when I can. Here is an opportunity for each and everyone of us to reach into our wallets and support them. Please take the time to connect with their stories here. If you would like to partner with them as they take the Gospel to hurting children in Guatemala, please click here. If you do not wish to give online, you can send a check to:
Eagles Nest International
P.O. Box 3213
Wichita, Kansas 67202
(Please indicate "Block Family Guatemala" in the memo section)
If you do not have the resources to give now, tell your family and friends to give and keep them in your prayers.
I desire to be a vessel that God can use. Totally broken and submitted to his every desire. Yes, I have desires that I wish God would fulfill now and laying them down is hard. However, I know He honors my obedience. In Todd and Amy, I see imperfect submitted vessel and I love and admire what I see. I may never see the sacrifice that got them here, but I see the glory, the joy and the happiness. To be more like Jesus means...I die and He lives.
Beloved, You are Loved Absolutely!