Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Thursday, December 25, 2008
As a kid this was one of my favorite Christmas song. Fitting song for Christmas Day. Not much to add here as I am exhausted from our CHristmas day travels. I am thankful for all that I have and have received. And can not wait to share all I can with Miss Noodle. When I am not so tired I can share more about our Christmas Day. And for my Last day of Christmas songs. Away in a Manger.
AND THEN ... I am just finishing this post. And my Mom sends me the following story.
TWO BABES IN A MANGER
In 1994, two Americans answered an invitation from the Russian Department of Education to teach morals and ethics (based on biblical principles) in the public schools. They were invited to teach at prisons, businesses, the fire and police departments and a large orphanage. About 100 boys and girls who had been abandoned, abused, and left in the care of a government-run program were in the orphanage. They relate the following story in their own words: It was nearing the holiday season, 1994, time for our orphans to hear, for the first time, the traditional story of Christmas. We told them about Mary and Joseph arriving in Bethlehem. Finding no room in the inn, the couple went to a stable, where the baby Jesus was born and placed in a manger. Throughout the story, the children and orphanage staff sat in amazement as they listened. Some sat on the edges of their stools, trying to grasp every word. Completing the story, we gave the children three small pieces of cardboard to make a crude manger. Each child was given a small paper square, cut from yellow napkins I had brought with me. No colored paper was available in the city. Following instructions, the children tore the paper and carefully laid strips in the manger for straw. Small squares of flannel, cut from a worn-out nightgown an American lady was throwing away as she left Russia, were used for the baby's blanket. A doll-like baby was cut from tan felt we had brought from the United States. The orphans were busy assembling their manger as I walked among them to see if they needed any help. All went well until I got to one table where little Misha sat. He looked to be about 6 years old and had finished his project. As I looked at the little boy's manger, I was startled to see not one, but two babies in the manger. Quickly, I called for the translator to ask the lad why there were two babies in the manger. Crossing his arms in front of him and looking at this completed manger scene, the child began to repeat the story very seriously. For such a young boy, who had only heard the Christmas story once, he related the happenings accurately...until he came to the part where Mary put the baby Jesus in the manger. Then Misha started to ad-lib. He made up his own ending to the story as he said, "And when Maria laid the baby in the manger, Jesus looked at me and asked me if I had a place to stay. I told him I have no mamma and I have no papa, so I don't have any place to stay. Then Jesus told me I could stay with him. But I told him I couldn't, because I didn't have a gift to give him like everybody else did. But I wanted to stay with Jesus so much, so I thought about what I had that maybe I could use for a gift. I thought maybe if I kept him warm, that would be a good gift. So I asked Jesus, "If I keep you warm, will that be a good enough gift?" And Jesus told me, "If you keep me warm, that will be the best gift anybody ever gave me." "So I got into the manger, and then Jesus looked at me and he told me I could stay with him...for always." As little Misha finished his story, his eyes brimmed full of tears that splashed down his little cheeks. Putting his hand over his face, his head dropped to the table and his shoulders shook as he sobbed and sobbed. The little orphan had found someone who would never abandon nor abuse him, someone who would stay with him...FOR ALWAYS. I've learned that it's not what you have in your life, but who you have in your life that counts. -- Author Unknown
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
Oh our sweet little girl.
Your Daddy and I wish for you today peace in waiting. My heart and soul are with you as you begin this day. Know that some 7000 miles from you, you are being held close in our heart. Our arms are wrapped around you. We want nothing more then to be with you. We want you to be here at home with your family. However God has a higher plan right now and in his time he will bring you home to us. My heart is heavy for I was most certain you would spend this Christmas day with us as your first Christmas in our family. But even from across the globe know you are already a part of a family who loves you. Your smile, your laughter has already touched many people and they wait, sometimes patiently, sometimes not so patiently, for your homecoming. You are so greatly loved and are oh so special to us. When I started our search for our daughter I asked God to lead me in the right direction. I started on one course and He most certainly had to lead the way. We chose to adopt a child, we chose to look for you, however we did not choose you little one, you were chosen for us. One day you will be old enough and I hope is that you will be as amazed as I am to hear the story of how you were brought into our lives. Tonight you are not alone. I know that you are in good hands. God and your great grandparents as well as your caregivers are always with you keeping you safe until the day when we can bring you home.
Love with all our hearts,
Mommy and Daddy
and P.S. we have told the dogs to expect a man cub soon!!!
Here in the United States it is Christmas Eve. In Kyrgyzstan Christmas day has begun. On this Christmas Eve my thoughts, my heart and my sould are in a land far far away. I have through my soon to be little girl met so many people. My Christmas prayer of peace and comfort tonight goes out around the world; In Canada to John, Julie and their children; In Kyrgyzstan to Sergey, Anya, Vladik, Artur, Acel, Talant, Melody, Davinna, Aygola and her children, to the children in Tokmok, Ivonofka, Red River, and Bishkek. May your continued presence help the people of Kyrgyzstan. Here in the United States I pray also for peace and understanding in waiting. There is a reason for our wait, as hard as this may be each of us is being prepared to bring our children home. I am so thankful for the journey I am on. I have met (some in person, some through constant email contacts) many people who I would not have if my road to our noodle would have been smooth and uneventful. And on this night through my tears of heartache and yearning I still do know that I am on this journey for a reason. Though my tears may run in the next 24 hours I am not ungreatful for my family, my friends old and new and for all that I have. To everyone I shout....
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Ooops I missed a day. This song is kind of a compromise as Brian asked me to do the scene where the kids from Charlie Brown are dancing on stage at the end of the Snoopy Christmas. The snoopy dance though I think needs to be saved for when we get our good news that paperwork has been signed!
In a bit I will put up a video for Christmas Eve.... have not decided what yet???
Peace to all the world and Goodwill to man!!!
Monday, December 22, 2008
Sunday, December 21, 2008
Anyway, My Christmas song of the day ties in with Friends, new and old. What a wonderful thing to be able to say We have touched the lives of people all over the world. I sat in Moscow on the floor outside of the Irish Pub for 8 hours a few weeks ago. Next to me sat a gentleman from India (yes beard,turban and all) He spoke very little English, but again we were able to communicate. I helped him set his computer to the internet for him. He told me he was from Canada, but returning home to India for a few weeks. On the plane from Moscow to New York I sat across from a gentleman and his elderly Babushka. This really was a Babushka direct from every photo one could have seen. He took wonderful care of her. A smile and a gesture and we shared many moments of shared world peace while flying that day. During our meal he asked me in broken English/Russian/Turkish if I would like some bread. Sure.... He pulled out a very traditional middle eastern bread and broke bread with me during our meal.
If only these few encounters could just spill over to our politicians and world leaders. From Bishkek, to Moscow, to Turkey, to India, to Canada and to the United States, from Pennsylvania to California I say Peace on Earth...... Can it Be.....
Peace on Earth
Can it be
Is from now
Perhaps we'll see
See the day of glory
See the day when men of goodwill
live in peace
live in peace again
Peace on Earth
Can it Be.....
Every Child must be made aware
Every child must be made to care
Care enough for his fellow man
To give all the love that he can
I pray my wish
will come true
for my child
and your child too
he'll see the day of glory
see the day when men of goodwill
live in peace
live in peace again
Peace on Earth
Can it Be
Can it Be
David Bowie/Bing Cosby
Saturday, December 20, 2008
When I came home a few weeks ago I knew this would be one of my pre- Christmas posts. Sometimes I do not feel much like the spirit of Christmas this year. In my house this year there will not be a Christmas tree, or lights or garland. No wreath on my door or stockings on the mantel. All the commercialized signs of Christmas are really devoid and don't mean much to me this year. What you will find at my house this year will be my Nativity scenes which will come out tonight. Today I clean my house in great anticipation of bringing them all out. I have always loved the real sign of Christmas. As a girl I played with the Nativity scene at my Grammom and Poppop's house every weekend and every day I visited. That Nativity scene now belongs to me. It was given to me several years ago before my grandmother, who died in June of this year just after my first visit with Noodle, moved out of her home and into my parent's house. She knew that that manger would one day belong to me. Now that manger and all the figures never leaves my kitchen. I never pack it away. It is out all year long. The rest are once a year symbols of the true meaning of Christmas.
But I digress..... The verses of this song came to me one night just after I came back from Bishkek, so I knew I would have to include this in a post. The song reminds me so much of my last few weeks and all I have and all I have learned since June.
Anyway the song is from my all time favorite Christmas Movie. Some people like Its a Wonderful Life, some A Christmas Story, but me my favorite Christmas movie since 1992 I have not missed watching it at least 5-6 times per Christmas season....... A Muppet's Christmas Carole
This song.. Sung by Tiny Tim and the Cratchet family in the movie just seems appropriate this year. First everyone take some time to read the words..... Or just sit back and watch the clip.
Life is full of sweet suprises every day's a gift
The sun comes up and I can feel it lift my spirit.
Fills me up with laughter , fills me up with song.
I look into the eyes of love and know that I belong.
Bless Us all
Who Gather here
The loving family I hold dear.
No place on earth compares with home
And every path will lead me back from where I roam
Bless us all
that as we live
We always comfort and forgive.
We have so much, that we can share
with those in need we see around us everywhere.
Let us always love each other.
Lead us to the light
Let us hear the voice of reason
Singing in the night
Let us run from anger
And catch us when we fall
Teach us in our dreams and please
Bless us one and all
Bless us all with playful years
with noisy games and joyful tears
We reach for you
and we stand tall
And in our prayers and dreams
We ask you Bless us all
We reach for you
and we stand tall
and in our prayers and dreams we ask you bless us ALL!!
I think tomorrow I will add another clip from the same movie. If I can from now until Christmas Day I will add a song of the day which just mean so much to me.
All ways to try to keep myself living by my Motto... Patience is trusting in God's timing..
God Bless Us one and all
Monday, December 15, 2008
Anya showed us the difference between how a lady is to sit and a man.........
Can I tell you that in Kindergarten we learned to sit with our legs crossed... And have been sitting that way for years.... So sitting in the appropriate ladylike seat was not an easy task!!!
And Anya is first to dig in!!!!!
Saturday, December 13, 2008
Yes that is a monkey on Vladik's head! We gave him the monkey almost as soon as we met him. Instant friends! Hey Vladik WHASSSS UP????!!!!!!!! One com please!!
Onward to stop three. A small piece of heaven on earth. Children, hearts of gold. These kids touched our hearts like I don't think we have ever been touched before. We met some of the children from John's posts. As soon as they heard we were visiting as friend's of John's the smiles lit up the room. These kids truly love John, Julie, his family and all the team. Special greetings were sent to John as we video taped their messages. We were then given an insight into each child's special talent. The artist, the best at sports, the best in school, etc. One of the littlest recited a poem for us. They showed us their rooms, and then we were treated to an impromptu breakdance session. I started to capture the scene with my camera. But the kids had better plans. They did not want me to watch through the lens. Each child took turns snapping pictures. Now those that know me know I don't usually give up my camera, but it just seemed they needed the camera more then I did, and it gave me the opportunity to interact with the kids. Again I have to say even though most of the kids spoke Russian, it did not matter. We all were connected in a universal language of caring. Tears filled my eyes with each hug I received and gave that evening. They are all extremely special to say the least. One little guy touched me so powerfully with his wide eyes, and beautiful grin. They all just deserve the best. I can only hope and pray that they continue to be blessed. For these kids I pray they can overcome.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
BIG MEAN DOG--- Dog spelled backwards is GOD
I diverse....... Monday afternoon... I am running late, but finally get out the door for my supposed 3 hour trip to NYC's JFK airport. Just outside NYC and the Lincoln Tunnel the traffic slams to a halt. The clock starts ticking... It is 5:45 ok so plenty of time right.. wrong.. I am stuck.. I start pleading.. Please God, let me catch this plane, Grammom, Poppop Mommom help me get through this traffic and get on this plane. The minutes tick.. 6:45. My plane is due to leave at 8:20 I should be tucked in at the gate already, instead I am panicked in a sea of sweat. I call the place I am supposed to park my car at. I ask for help. What am I going to do. Chris (angel number 1)directs me to the airport and says I will meet you right outside the Aeroflot terminal and I will take your car for you. OK so on a huge leap of faith I throw this man my car keys sign at the bottom of the paper and sprint into the ticket counter. My first encounter... Sorry you are too late. the tocket counter is closed.. NOOOO I start talking fast, ending with I must get on this plane I am going to see my little girl who I am adopting in Kyrgyzstan. Well... the lady behind the counter smiled and waved me to the next desk where my boarding pass was printed. Then she met me out front helped me with my bags and proceeded to tell me that she is from Uzbekistan and she dreams that one day she will adopt a child from Kyrgyzstan or Uzbekistan. Ok so angel number 2 encountered!!! My flight was uneventful. My stay in Moscow long, but finally I was on the ground in Bishkek. My Visa filled out ahead of time I was wisked through the visa counter and even brought through the front of the line at passport control. Both my luggage (all 100 pounds) made it safely to Bishkek. My driver picked me out of the crowd within moments of walking out of the terminal and off we went to Philemon House. Where I was met by a very sleepy Nicole at 6am. Nicole and I have never met!! But immediately we felt like old friends. A few hours later we are at the orphanage waiting for our kids. When Noodle comes out she is bursting at the seems. Just chatting and beaming that I have arrived. I know this little girl remembered me!!! And on her hat... A butterfly.... Call me crazy... but I just lost it. Butterflies have been a big part of this journey and cause for a full other post. But For me this was such a tangible example that God, and my grandparents are listening to my prayers and watching over this little girl.
On the Second day of my visit in Kyrgyzstan Nicole and I settle in for a wonderful breakfast and a conversation about our beliefs and what has brought us to where we are. We discuss our upcoming meeting with Sergey and Anya and I tell her how the invitation to dinner has evolved. Nicole was in disbelief as I told her the story. She had meant to contact John prior to departure for her own reasons and simply ran out of time. That though is her story to tell. But just an example of being put in the right place when we are supposed to be there.