Spring is Coming!

Here I sit amidst palm trees, beautiful marshes, a wide, sandy beach, and some of the most perfectly manicured golf greens in the world, typing on this gloomy New Year’s Eve.  We’ve had a super fun morning playing on the beach, and now the littles are down for their afternoon naps- the littles and the grands J.  My thoughts today are constantly wondering back to New Year’s Eve 2012- three years ago, when I sat on this same island battling the deepest grief of my life to date.  Now hear me carefully, I know full well that there are those that have faced far greater struggles, pains, and heartaches.  This just happens to be the worst of what the Baker family has been dealt. 

Three years ago today, we received the news that our daughter Adelaide “Addie” Mihret would not be coming home to us- her adoption had been revoked.  Friends, I have tried to think of something to which I could compare this trauma so that some of you could more closely relate, and nothing comes to mind.  When a follower of Christ loses a fellow follower of Christ in death, there is great peace that comes in knowing that that friend is now in the presence of the King, where there is no more suffering, only the beauty and glory of the Lord.  But our girl didn’t go to be with Jesus.  No, our girl was to be living with her biological father- a man that was described to us a “bad man”- a man that insisted on and paid for the abortion she survived and a man that was in no way shape or form helping to take care of her or her sister at that point. 

We loved and adored our Addie.  Her laugh rung in our ears and we saw her smile every time we closed our eyes.  I still can imagine her hand on my face and her giggles as she pulled my long, straight hair.  She was our daughter.  She was a Baker.  On that dreadful day, peace seemed unlikely- impossible.  But, we had just celebrated Christmas- the coming of the Prince of Peace, and His peace is not based on feelings or circumstances.  His peace is based on who He is.  And He is good.  He is loving.  He is kind, caring, and merciful.  He is full of grace and compassion.  He has promised to never leave me or forsake me.  He has promised to use all things for the good of those who love Him and have been called according to his purpose.  He has promised to bring beauty from ashes.  He has promised to come again one day and make everything right.  The peace that comes from knowing all of these promises are completely trustworthy, from knowing that He is who He says He is- that peace is incomprehensible and undefeatable.  He is God and He is good, no matter what we may see or feel. 

I do see the three amazing little blessings I get to call “mine,” and am amazed at how He uses them to heal our broken hearts.  Payton, our oldest was four years old on this day three years ago.  I will never forget the knife that pierced my heart when her daddy and I had to sit her down and tell her Addie was not coming home.  I can hardly bear to remember her tears and confusion.  We assured her that the Lord would bless us with another baby, but she felt the same way we did- we didn’t want “another” baby- we wanted Addie.  She wanted to know how Addie would have what she needed, how her father would suddenly take care of her.   I had one answer for her then, and one now- we have to trust.  We have to trust that our God is good and that He is more than capable of providing for our girl- His girl. 

Losing Addie impacted Payton in ways that we did not see coming- with ripple effects still lingering.  I look back at pictures of her on the beach that hard winter and feel a little breathless as I think of the bubble that popped around her.  She saw the world for what it is, and felt loss with which a child shouldn’t have to cope.  Trusting the Lord with this child who is with me is quite possibly just as difficult as trusting Him with the one who isn’t.  He reminds me of the same verse that He’s brought to mind so many times on this journey- that in all things He works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. (Rom. 8:28)  We know He will use this loss for good in Payton’s life, too.  We can see where His hand is at work in her heart and pray that she will have a passion and compassion for others- specifically vulnerable children- that comes only from Him- that He will use her story with (& without) Addie to change her for the better.

We remember Addie today, but we also remember our God.  We remember the way He sustained us in our darkest hours.  We remember His peace in times of confusion and pain.  We remember how after we lost Addie, He gave us Ellie- whose Ethiopian court date we received on Addie’s first birthday.  We remember how He has given us Cole- whose presence we discovered on Addie’s second birthday.  And now we look forward with eager anticipation to the spring- a time of new life and new beginnings, the time when the Lord brings new beauty- the perfect time to open Addie’s Good(s). We have decided to shoot for April 2nd for our grand opening.  April 3rd (a Sunday) is Addie’s fourth birthday, and we can’t think of a better place to celebrate her than at the shop named in her honor.   April 2^nd may come and go with no shop open, but we are going to make that date our goal, so mark your calendars!

It is our hope and prayer that the Lord would use this little shop to change the lives of men and women around the world and that there would be countless mamas keeping, and raising, and loving their babies because of the goods purchased there.  It is all for His glory, for His name to be made known.  We would love for you to pray for us as we begin the work to get the shop ready and ask the Lord would put every detail in place!  Also, pray for our Addie today.  Pray she is safe, has a full belly, is well cared-for, and healthy.  Pray that she is being taught about the Jesus who loves her more that she could possibly ever imagine.  And we pray you know that Jesus, too.  He is so good, and wants so very much for you to love Him- He already loves you.

A Christmas Defiance

A few weeks ago Billy and I took the plunge.  We went to Toys ‘R’ Us to look for a few presents.  Y’all, I HATE that store- and for more than the fact that we were there for about an hour and left with one tiny stocking stuffer.

Three years ago (and a couple of days), I stood in the front corner of that dreadful store amidst all the video games, with my back turned to the other customers, while I tried to hide messy, messy tears.   I remember it like it was yesterday, and even remarked to Billy when we were there, that visiting this particular spot in the store was like reliving a nightmare.

It was on that day, in that store, that Billy called me with news that Addie’s case was re-seen before a judge in Ethiopia.  It was that day that our world began to fall apart at the seams.  There was no decision that day, just uncertainty and fear of what the future held (or didn’t hold).   I met Billy at home, and Mom went to go pick up Payton from preschool.  We sat in the kitchen typing a letter that still haunts me- a letter explaining to the judge that “Mihret” (Addie) needed to be with our family and why.  Dates were set.  The judge would re-hear the case, but we were assured that our adoption was final- Addie was already a Baker. 

The days ahead were the longest days of my life.  I glued my phone to my side, waiting breathlessly to hear any word from Ethiopia.  The date of the hearing came and went.  No news.  Then we found out that our case wasn’t heard.  It was "rescheduled."  That happened a couple times, and we were beside ourselves with frustration and desperation.  I remember thinking that I couldn’t let something that hadn’t happened yet ruin Christmas, so I put on mostly fake smiles and made it through the day with a pile of unopened presents addressed to Addie under the tree.  We waited several more days, through a few more delays, and then received the news we dreaded on New Year’s Eve. 

Addie would not be coming home.

That sentence.  It still pains me to write it.  Do you have a memory that is so vividly painful and horrific, that years later, it still nearly takes your breath away?  That’s December 31^st, 2012 for me.  We had lived in such uncertainty for two weeks, and I hated the unknown, but now that we had a conclusion, I would have given anything to go back to the uncertainty- when she was still mine.

Every now and then, the memories of the pain hit me, and I relive the agony of losing her.  Then my imagination goes wild, and I picture getting a call from our beloved friends at our agency with news that they’ve found our girl- that I’ll get to see her beautiful face again.  The reality that that is totally, completely unlikely to ever happen stings worse than you can imagine.    The selfish part of me wants my girl home with me, with her daddy and her sisters and brother.  Then I remember that if she ever came home, that would mean she has experienced more anguish, more trauma, and greater loss than I ever have. 

I just want to see her face- to know she’s okay. 

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I have the privilege of singing with the worship band at church this weekend, and leading people I love in worshipping our Lord- more specifically, given the season, remembering and celebrating the coming of the Messiah- God with Us.  We were rehearsing this afternoon, and I just felt like the enemy was attacking me- throwing what I know are lies at me, and then drowning me in memories of our girl.  I was angry with the enemy and really just wanted him to get lost- but honestly, I was a little miffed at the Lord, too, if I’m going to be 100% real.  The tears came, and I couldn’t hold them back despite my best efforts.  I wanted to just go sit down and call it a day.   I remember standing before the congregation at our previous church, helping lead worship the weekend after we lost Addie- standing and singing, hands raised, “Here I am to say that ‘You’re my God.'”  I remember feeling like I was lifting my hands in an act of defiance to the enemy- telling him that he didn’t win- that I belonged to Jesus- that my heart was crushed, I was hanging on by a thread, but My God held that thread, and that there was NOTHING that could separate me from Him and His goodness, faithfulness, and love. 

Y’all.  I wasn’t so much feeling the defiance today.  I was feeling defeated and exhausted.  I hate that these memories come flooding in at Christmas, and I know that some of you are right there with me- you’re in a place where it seems the enemy is having his stupid way, and you are so very tired of the battle.

Let me encourage you with this… Here’s the thing I KNOW- don’t always feel, but KNOW- which is far better, more valuable, and more trustworthy than feelings… 

King Jesus, himself, didn’t even have a bed, and then spent many of his early years basically running for his life- (I wonder if some thought the enemy was winning then…)  Then he was questioned, hated, betrayed, mistreated, and physically destroyed. Doesn’t sound like much of a “winner.”  But y’all, that baby in the manger wins.  He wins.  He was crucified, dead, and buried, and in the ultimate act of defiance and the biggest victory ever, he was raised to life.

Tonight, I forced myself to put those hands up again, and sing “Joy to the world, the Lord is come,” “Glory in the highest,” and “You’re a good, good Father,” and in that moment of willful defiance against the enemy I remembered that the baby in the manger whom I was praising died so that I could have victory- I could have peace- I could have hope and joy and love.   He’s a “good, good Father,” and “I’m loved by (him.) It’s who I am, It’s who I am, It’s who I am…”  

Listen to the words of carols you've sung countless times- "Long lay the world in sin and error pining, 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth.  A thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices, For yonder breaks, a new and glorious morn!"  His arrival shows my worth.  His arrival gives a thrill of hope, even amidst tears and heartache.  His arrival brings new morning...  I can praise and claim the victory because that baby boy became a man- a sinless man- who died for sinful me.  I pray that you know that baby like I do.  I pray that together we can raise our hands and say, “Not tonight, Satan. Not this Christmas.  Not ever.  We belong to Christ.”  We will of course still feel the pain, we will still fight the tears, and we will still ask questions, but we will do so with the knowledge that He is Emmanuel.  He is God with us, and God for us, and He is love personified.  And there is nothing better than Him. 

"Defiance" is defined as "bold resistance to any opposing force," or "willingness to contend or fight."  Tomorrow morning at church, I'm going to stand up and by the power of the indwelling Holy Spirit, defiantly lift these hands and sing out with all my heart once again.  Join me in remembering that the Christ child reigns in victory over us, and His love is better than life and all it has to offer- or take.  Lift up your defiant hands in praise and "Come let us adore Him, Christ the Lord."  

"Because your steadfast love is better than life, my lips will praise you.  So I will bless you as long as I live; in your name I will lift up my hands." Psalm 63:3-4

Addie's Christmas Shop FAQ's

Hey Friends!

We are less than three days away from Addie’s Christmas Shop and the excitement (i.e. absolute craziness) is building here at the Baker House.  In all seriousness, we are covering this event with prayer and trusting that He is more than able to both keep my head from spinning and line everything up just right to bring His name glory and honor.

We are so incredibly pleased that so many of you are choosing to come spend your Saturday evening with us, and even more thrilled that so many of you are really genuinely excited about our purpose.  Many of you have had some of the same questions, so I thought that I would address them here, in order for everybody to know where to look for answers.  Sooooo, without further ado, here are Addie’s Christmas Shop’s FAQ’s:

1.   What type of payment will you be accepting?

We will accept cash, checks, and credit.  There will be a 3% fee for those that use credit.

2.   Where should we park?

Alright, this is probably the hardest question.  We had planned on using the empty lot across the street from our home for extra parking, but thanks to the deluge that has bombarded our home all day today, it’s likely to be a muddy mess over there.  So, we’ll just have y’all park on the street.   There are several empty lots that would be fine to park in front of… just try to be respectful of our neighbors.  And carpool as much as possible! J  If parking gets crazy, I’ve got a couple of guys in the fam that are ready to valet J

3.   So, how exactly is this gonna work?

This is NOT an auction.  We considered several ways of doing this event, and after weighing pros and cons, decided on what will basically be a shop.  The main living areas (den, kitchen, dining room) of my home will be set up with the goods on display.  When you spot something you can’t live without, grab it.  When you’re done gathering your awesome purchases, there will be a couple ladies ready to take your payment.  We’ve got shopping bags and tissue paper all prepared for you!

4.   I really, REALLY LOVE ______________.  Can I go ahead and reserve it? Pleeeeeeaaaase????

Short answer is – No.

Long, and slightly more gracious answer is-  I am so glad you like our products!  They are made by amazing men and women all over the world who are so abundantly thankful you appreciate and want to purchase their handiwork.  Please understand that each item at the store was paid for by amazing husband, and we do not have a limitless budget.  Therefore, we were unable to buy multiples of every item (there are some items that we do have multiples of, and many that are one of a kind).  We are not a thirty-one or Pampered Chef catalogue.  This is just little ol’ me offering you the goods I’ve fallen in love with, so that we can support the ministries that produce them AND support two more amazing ministries by giving them the money you spend.  If I reserved items before the shop opened, I would probably have at least 75% of what I’ve posted pictures reserved and unavailable on the day of the event.  It wouldn’t be a very fun evening if it was sold out before we opened J.  

5.   So, is everything from Africa?

Our family loves Africa, and more specifically Ethiopia, because the Lord has deeply burdened our hearts for that beautiful place.  We have an Ethiopian daughter, and the store is named after another Ethiopian child we call “daughter.”  However, we also love the rest of this great big amazing world our God created.  At last count, we are selling goods from 31 different countries in North (and Central) America, South America, Africa, Europe, and Asia.  

6.   Don’t you love your own country?!?!

Tempted to not even dignify this with a response, but yes, we love the USA and are so blessed to call ourselves citizens of this great nation.  At Addie's Christmas Shop, you will have the chance to buy goods from multiple ministries located here in our own country, even our own city.  You will also get to fill you belly with yummy goodness from Scarlet’s Bakery, an enterprise affiliated with an amazing ministry here in Louisville, called Scarlet Hope.  ALSO, half of the money spent will be going to the Oldham County Pregnancy Resource Center to help moms in our own backyard.  We love our fellow Americans.  We love people.  Everywhere.

7.   Do I have to stay the whole time?

You are welcome to stay for the whole two hours or for ten minutes.  At about 8:00 we will put a pause on the shopping for about ten minutes to share our hearts behind the event and to make a BIG announcement, so if you’re around then, it would be great.  It will be a great time of fellowship, and not just shopping.  There are folks coming that I know from church, college friends, high school friends, family, neighbors, old friends, new friends, and people whose faces I’ve never seen before in my life.  We’re going to have a great time meeting and catching up- I can’t wait!

8.   How do I get to your house?

Okay, so I was going to answer this here, and then it occurred to me that this is a public blog.  As much as I love you, my readers, it’s probably not the best idea for me to advertise where I live.  If you need directions, check the Facebook event page.  I’ll post them there.  I’ll also post my phone number in case you get lost, but it’s super easy to find.

Alright, that’s all I’ve got for now… Can not wait to see each of your smiling faces Saturday night at 7 pm!!!

What's in a Name?

Three years ago, I lived in Fern Creek.  I attended and served at a church in urban Louisville.  My husband worked for a promotional packaging company.  I was a stay-at-home mom of a little girl who went to preschool three days a week.  I had two daughters- Payton & Addie.

Then it happened.  The derailment.  The painful, soul-wrenching, refining, and sanctifying derailment.

Have you ever seen the movie Polar Express?  You know that scene where the train is chugging along like a roller-coaster, and it suddenly reaches a point where the tracks are completely frozen over?  The train begins to spin out of control on the ice.   It's a moment when this happy, fun movie seems to momentarily be headed to Old Yeller territory.  All hope appears lost.

When we lost our girl, I felt a bit like that train.  We knew our purpose, we knew where we were headed.  And then, suddenly and without warning, we were spinning, slipping, and sliding, and hanging on for dear life.  Just like in the movie, the ice was splitting beneath us, and we were rapidly sinking into the watery depths, wondering what He was doing.

Hope was far from lost, though.  Even in our darkest moments when we felt so out-of-control, we were certain, though we could not see how, that the Lord was always sovereignly directing and orchestrating each moment.  We trusted Him, and it was a trust not based on the feelings at the time, but on His faithfulness and goodness in our lives to that point.  It was a trust that was accompanied by an inconceivable peace that only He can bring.

Tonight I am sitting in my home in LaGrange, typing.  My kiddos- Payton, Ellie, and Cole- are upstairs, fast asleep in their beds.  Addie is somewhere in Ethiopia, still covered by the prayers of the Lord's people.  Billy's working for his own company that the Lord has truly blessed.  I'm still a stay-at-home mom, but now carry the title of home-schooler (!?!) as well.  Sunday, we will get up and go to our church right down the road, here, in Oldham County- a place the Lord constantly confirms is right where He wants us.  I'm busy planning Addie's Christmas Shop, and pretty regularly fighting tears as I consider the impact this little one's life is going to have on hundreds of women around our country and the entire world. My heart still grieves the loss of my daughter, but the Lord is making this derailment beautiful.  That's what he does.  He redeems.  He gives hope.  He brings peace and joy.  He loves. He forgives.  He rebuilds and transforms.  Our entire lives have changed over the past three years, but HE has remained the same.  I'm so very thankful.

The Baker's are loving life in this little town of LaGrange, where a train runs, quite literally, right down the middle of Main Street, and we are so eager for the next chapters of our journey.  In fact, on the evening of Addie's Christmas Shop, we will be sharing some super exciting news with our guests.   Big stuff is happening in our family, and we'd love for you to continue to follow along with us on this blog, which is hereby renamed, "Beautifully Derailed."  There will undoubtedly be other derailments and detours in our lives, and this new name will serve to remind me that His ways are not my ways, and His good purpose is always going to prevail.  Also, there was just entirely too much confusion every time I posted a blog under the title, "Another Baker Baby."  :)

Thanks for reading folks!  Hope to see you on the 21st!!!

"In their hearts, humans plan their course, but the Lord establishes their steps."  Proverbs 16:9

"Many are the plans in a person's heart, but it is the Lord's purpose that prevails."  Proverbs 19:21

Two daughters, Two Mommas, One Perfect Savior

So, tonight, as I was posting a sneak peak of Addie's Christmas Store, I came across a partial blog I wrote a little over a year ago.  Here are my thoughts from October of 2014.  I never finished it that night, because honestly, I was a weepy pregnant woman who just couldn't handle the processing of all the intense feelings...


"October is a month of big emotions for our family- and I'm pregnant, so let's face it, it has potential to be a month of epic, gargantuan emotions.  You see, today is Ellie Claire's second birthday.  It's a day to celebrate this precious gift and thank the Lord for her life.  It's a day to look back over the second year of her life and marvel at how she has grown and changed.  She is practically a different child than the one with whom we celebrated last year.  She is so full of life and personality, and with the exception of an occasional bashful episode, she absolutely loves people.  She laughs constantly, and gives more hugs than Santa Claus.  Her birthday reminds me to rejoice over the amazing little person she has become and is becoming.

Her birthday also holds a bit of sadness for this adoptive mama.  When I celebrate Payton's birthday each year, I am taken back to the day she was born.  I remember snuggling and nursing that tiny baby and staring at her in awe, wondering who she would be.  I remember how small she felt in my arms and how I was slightly terrified at being responsible for this itty bitty person.  I don't have memories of this day two years ago, though.  I was not there when my Ellie was born.  I was not the first to give her kisses and feed her and love her.  I don't remember her first moments in this world.  And while this makes me sad, I am abundantly thankful that I have moments to spend with her for the rest of her life.  I am more grieved for the one who was there to give kisses and feed and love her.  Last night as I prayed with her before bed, I prayed for her birthmother as I always do, but on this night I was particularly struck by the tragedy that played out at the beginning of Ellie's life-  tragedy, because a mother and child were about to lose one another- victory because in a country where abortions are becoming more rampant by the day, her birthmother chose life.  I imagine that her birthmother thinks about her every day, and that when October rolls around on the calendar her heart most likely aches for the little one she carried in her womb.  I wish she could see what a beautiful child Ellie is.  I wish she could know how happy and full of life and smart her daughter is.  I wish she could know that Ellie is loved beyond measure and now is also the daughter of a mommy and daddy who would go to the moon and back for her.  I pray daily that she has the hope of salvation through Jesus Christ so that one day she and Ellie can meet and embrace again before our Father.

Maybe part of the reason I hurt for Ell's birth mom so intensely is because October is a month when I, too, particularly ache for a special little girl- a girl named Addie.  It was this month two years ago when we met and when I last kissed her precious cheeks.  It was this month when I promised her I would be back for her.  I, as you know, never made it back for her, so I also wonder daily about my girl."

Y'all, these daughters of mine- Ellie and Addie.  Their birth moms.  Our Savior, Jesus Christ.  These are the answers when you ask us "why this?"   He has mightily used the lives of these precious two daughters and their birth moms to drive us to host Addie's Christmas Shop.  They are the heartbeat that pushes us to do more.  We are adoptive parents who are 100% pro-adoption.  We are also 100% pro-orphan-prevention.  Here is your chance to join us in helping mommas raise their babies... Your chance to ensure that poverty doesn't create orphans and your chance to help create a  different story for vulnerable men, women, and children. Come hang out with us and do some (or all) of your Christmas Shopping on November 21!  

Addie's Christmas Shop Sneak Peak!!!

Hi Friends!

I wanted to post a sneak peak of some of the many amazing goods available for purchase at Addie's Christmas Shop!  We have items from 18 different countries, supporting at least 25 different ministries.  These ministries are mostly organizations that provide dignified work to men and women who are overcoming poverty, addiction, exploitation, and other difficult circumstances.  They are providing the hope of Jesus to people who are desperate for Him.  When you purchase an item at Addie's Christmas shop, 100% of the money you spend will be donated to other incredible ministries and missions.  We are so excited about this event and hope you are, too!  Check out my other posts on this blog to learn more about our heart behind this!  And get excited- look at just a small portion of the amazing gifts you can find at Addie's Christmas Shop!

Two Mothers, One Daughter

Three years ago today Billy and I were in Ethiopia.

We were at a “fried chicken” restaurant called Dodi.

Woudneh had just come in and told us that he had found Addie’s (Mihret’s) birth mom. 

I stared at my food and wondered if what I had eaten was going to come back up.

We have many friends who have met their children’s birthparents, but they have all (for the most part) had time to prepare for these meetings.  They’ve had time to think about questions to ask, things they for sure want to say.  We were completely unprepared.  This meeting was one hundred percent unexpected.

When we accepted Addie’s referral, her case was considered abandonment.  We knew she had been left at an orphanage.  It pained me to consider her birth mother's hurt and desperation in leaving her baby, and now I was going to see it up close and personal.  Subconsciously, I think I preferred being able to separate my joy over a new baby from another mother's pain over what is probably the most significant loss one can experience.  When you truly look into the life and the eyes of a person, you can't ignore their pain and sorrow.  You can't go about your days in blissful ignorance.

Before heading to Dodi on this particular day three years ago, we learned that the police did indeed know the identity of Addie’s birth mother.  They did not, however, know where she was.  We had no idea what this would mean for the future of our adoption, but good ol’ Woudneh went to work and located her that very afternoon.  We were going to meet her here.  When?  Oh, in about thirty minutes or so.

???!!!! There are not really words that convey what I was thinking and feeling, because it was such a mix of whirlwind emotions.  What if she wanted Addie back? What if she didn’t want her?  How would I process that?  What would I say to her?  What should I ask her?  

This was no ordinary introduction, friends.  This would be two mothers meeting.  Two mothers who called one child, “daughter.”

I can still remember, like it was yesterday, the moment this 17 year-old girl climbed into the van and sat in the seat behind Billy and me.  I could feel the weight of her pain and sorrow as soon as she stepped inside.  I could see the fear in her eyes.  I could see her shame weighing her down.  I can still hear her sobs echoing in my heart and mind as she cried out in Amharic, “I am a terrible mother.”  I can feel my arms wrapped around her tiny frame as I cried with her and tried to assure her of her worth.   I kissed her head and both our bodies heaved with deep weeping.  The darkness outside our van windows seemed to be swallowing us, but I remember Woudneh saying with assurance, “We serve a good God, and He will do what is good.”  This was a sacred moment.  I had no idea at the time how this encounter would so intensely change me.

We learned a little of her story that evening, but not much.  She actually went to prison for a bit for abandoning her baby.  You might think this sounds reasonable, but please understand, there are not systems in place in Ethiopia that help desperately needy mothers.  She was so very young and alone and had no idea what to do.  I’m haunted by the look of dread and fear in her eyes when Woudneh asked her about Addie’s father.  She was adamant that she didn’t know where he was, and that she didn’t want him found.  In her words, “He is a bad man.” 

Y’all, I write those words and think my brain and heart are going to explode.  This is the same man that showed up out of the blue two months later and demanded to have his child.  I just can’t even process it.  Thankfully, I don’t have to- I can trust that our God is sovereign and good- not just to me but towards Addie, as well.  We know that Addie is most likely with her mother now, but that provides little comfort considering her circumstances- comfort comes from the Lord alone, and the assurance that He sees her and loves her.

The next day, we spent more time with Addie’s birthmom, and had the privilege of meeting her big sister.  She was three years old and full of energy and life.  Her mother was only 14 years old when she was born.  I watched as she slept in her mother’s lap and saw a child holding another child.   Her mom went door-to-door looking for “work.”  When Woudneh asked her if she could care for Addie, her response was (translated, of course) “What, and have her living on the streets like me?”

Friends, Addie is one of millions.  Millions of children whose mothers don’t have the means to feed them.  There are orphanages all over the world where children are dwelling, not because they have no living parents, but because their parents cannot afford to care for them.  The tragedy that so many children are orphaned by poverty pierces my soul.  The idea of a mother not having the resources to feed, educate, and care for her child’s physical health, and therefore having to give up her child?  I. CAN. NOT. HANDLE. IT. 

It is past time to do something.  I am so very far from doing enough, but let's take a step forward together- Join me on November 21^st for Addie’s Christmas Shop. (http://anotherbakerbaby.blogspot.com)
The goods that you will purchase that evening are providing dignified work for women all over the world and right here in the U.S.  The proceeds from these goods are feeding orphans, educating kids, giving women a sense of worth, and helping spread the gospel- that Christ came and died for all, and that each man, woman, boy, and girl is His treasure.  

Remember Addie’s mother with me.  Remember her sister.  Remember Addie.  

And let's do something.  

"The King will reply, 'Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.'" 

Matthew 25:40

Addie's Sister

Addie's Sister

      

The earliest picture we have of our girl- She was about three or four months old here.

Addie and Me.  She was six months old in this picture.