Mondays have a way of feeling like a fresh start. There’s something nice about getting a “do over” from last week. This is a wild week for us. What many people may not know (or maybe I was the only clueless one before starting this whole process) is that adoption is EXPENSIVE! I’d be lying if I said I totally understand where all the money goes, and yes, I have gone down the mental rabbit trail of why on earth giving a child that needs one a good and loving home has to burden the adoptive parents so financially. However, it is what it is, and here we are.
One of my precious friends, who knew that finances were one of, if not the, biggest hold up in the Lambein adoption process suggested we have a garage sale to raise funds. I can’t tell you the last time I shopped at or held a garage sale. Anyone who knows me could tell you that I am more the “throw it away or give it to goodwill as soon as I can part with it” type. I don’t neatly package and save my old clothes and unused household items until I have enough for a garage sale. But, our sweet friend offered, and I thought, “What the heck?” so we’re having a garage sale this weekend.
I had no idea what to expect from people for this. I thought we might have a few people donate some old clothes or a random end table from their grandmother that had a broken leg. I wondered if we’d even have enough to look like a sale, and if we would make any sort of money. Well, I don’t know if we’ll make much money, but the generosity of the body of Christ these past few weeks as we gathered donations is nothing short of staggering. We got a storage unit to house all the stuff so we wouldn’t have to crowd our house or my aunt’s garage (where we are holding the sale) for several weeks. The storage unit is full nearly to the ceiling-it even houses my friend’s husband’s wedding ring that was lost while unloading a pile of clothes. (Lord, if you could help us to locate that this week, it’d be great-thanks!) We started putting a few things in our garage when the storage unit was full, then it overflowed into our guest room, our office and our dining room. My aunt has things at her house, our friends have things at their houses, and several others have said they are bringing stuff this week while we are sorting and pricing. We have gotten things from family, co-workers, Sunday school friends, friends, Facebook friends, friends of friends of Facebook friends, fellow Junior League members-and their dad, and people we don’t even know. I keep asking God to increase my faith through this process-to help me really believe Him, all of Him, and to let that belief change my actions and attitudes for real. If having so many people-even those that don’t know us- gather up and donate stuff doesn’t help me to believe that God is working this thing out on our behalf, then I honestly don’t know what will.
Now understand, it wasn’t particularly enjoyable to coordinate collecting all of this stuff from all over for the past few weeks. I imagine I might have to check my attitude at the (garage) door when I am missing Scandal and other must see TV in order to sort through trashbags and boxes of other’s unwanted stuff, but I hope that I will somehow remember when I’m tired and my faith is feeling a little stretched thin that “Thus far the Lord has helped us” (1Sam 7:12). I want to remember every sweet face that has handed me their things and said they were praying and hoping the best for us in this process. I want to be humbled by the people around us who are giving their precious time to help haul, sort, price and work a garage sale that will not benefit them 1 cent.
We’re praying for good weather and a great turnout on Saturday. I’m hoping that we can make enough money to cover the few expenses of the sale and the Home Study we’ll start next week. I’m praying God will allow this to be something we will always look back on as a display of Him doing “immeasurably more than we can ask or imagine” (Ephesians 3:20). I’m praying we will be grateful for the outcome no matter what it is, and praise His name. Even if we don’t make a penny though, I want to look back at the way our little village of people has rallied around us and been so generous, and remember that God is so good to us. He really is just so good.