A Month To Go

A month from today, we load up the suburban and start our long journey toward Ethiopia and meeting the child who will be ours.  The gravity of what we're doing is really hitting me today.  I'm so humbled by this journey that God has us on and so anxious to finally meet our sweet boy.  I'm also a bit scared of the unknown and all the what-ifs.  This is our life.  This is a child's life.  What if this isn't the right thing?  When I ask Justin about that, he just laughs.  He says I ask these same questions at this point in every pregnancy.  He's calling our court trip, the ultrasound.  We get to meet Little E and experience the joy of him and we'll have that to hold onto while we get through the rest of the third trimester.  I think my hubby has been married to a birth doula for too long.  :)  I am grateful that I have not gained the usual 60 pounds during our paper pregnancy.

Last night, as I was moaning about having to fix dinner and trying to decide what to have, I was stopped cold in my tracks.  What the crap was I talking about?  Seriously.  What the heck?  I have the privilege of getting a meal today.  Three meals today, actually.  I have the choice of what meal to have.  We have the option to make it or have someone else do it for us.  We could even have it delivered right to our flipping house.  I really could not enjoy my soup last night.  Yep, I made homemade chicken noodle soup.  There was a ton left over.  That's a luxury we have and how many of us take it for granted?


World Hunger estimates that there are 1.02 billion people in the world who are hungry and malnourished.  Billion.  With a B.  What can you do to make that number one less?  Take a meal to an elderly neighbor.  Buy a burger for the guy on the street corner holding a sign.  Make a donation to a charity that fights poverty.  Sponsor a child.  There are many options.  Just. Do. Something.

I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.  Mathew 25:40