Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Monday, May 30, 2011
He doesn't want to.
Saturday, May 28, 2011
"This person was once sad and then someone came and held her"
"It's a lot of obstacles that a lady went through"
I've had a long-standing love affair with B.Andreas' Story People - provocative art based on this type of kid drawings. How much more meaningful are these Amaya originals?
Friday, May 27, 2011
I am all that is gracious, wondrous and true
I am She
Soft like the clouds that cover the earth
Like a song sung by birds chirp
Like soil that grows flowers and fruit
Like my mother, and hers - built to suit
I am calming and humble like a gentle breeze
Bearing life as it carries seeds
I am She
Like the sky, vast and knowing
Like a flower, blooming and growing
More than just the leaves of a tree
Roots, bark, and branches are all that is me
Leaves but bloom once a year
Roots stay solid when they disappear
I am She
Defined - Inside, out
More than my face, is what I’m about
All that is genuine, remarkable and pure
I. Am. She.
Monday, May 23, 2011
But clearly she isn't interested in being my model today. Even though I took her to Chuck E Cheese this morning, followed by lunch at her favorite "restaurant"(Subway) , I still had no credits in her bank. However, she was happy to play photographer's assistant and hold my light reflector (a piece of white posterboard) for me.
So back to the old faithful baby. I believe this is Amelle's #1 girl. She loves this baby, and I'm starting to see why. Very even tempered and cooperative. She's not a real looker, with her scarred up face and her unusually bumpy head, but what she lacks in aesthetics, she makes up for in personality.
I switched lenses, covered her strange head with Maya's old baby hat, and was able to get a shot that was less blown out. Still a little shadowy on the left, but my assistant went to watch cartoons so my reflector was propped up by cushions, further from the subject than I would've liked.
Then I changed out my backdrops to see how black would work. I also photoshopped the baby's face and her bumpy head. (It was the least I could do). And I disrobed her to get a peak at these:
Heaven help me. If these were real, I swear I would've kissed them. I love me some baby toes.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Over the past week as I've been preparing to reveal my plans, I've struggled. I am so critical that every time I uploaded a picture I'd find something wrong with it, until I absolutely hated everything and almost scrapped the whole idea. But then something amazing happened. The evening I hit my pinnacle of self-disgust I received a FB message from someone I didn't know. She said that she had seen the pictures I did for Jess last year, and her baby was turning one, and she wanted to know if I'd take pictures for her. I blinked hard as I looked at the screen. She wanted to know how much I charged. Ha! I felt like this was the Lord's encouragement for me to move forward. I decided that I would charge nothing, but start an adoption fund that would accept donations from people who might want to compensate me for the session. In short, I decided to trust God.
On Wednesday, a second person asked me to take pictures of her family. Two people in one week! That's God.
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Friday, May 13, 2011
How was the day? My day was went well. I am very happy to Skype you. Hearing your voice make me delighted, --Mom I heard rumor that Ethiopia government is going out new rule on adoption area. I think until September they going out only in per day five children, can out through adoption. The number of children will decrease so Gladney and other companies are in dangerous. So the process must be fast cause the time is short. I love you and I miss you sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Love your son
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Sunday, May 08, 2011
It's 7:30a on Mother's Day and I'm waiting for a skype call from B. Earlier in the week he sent an email telling me that he wanted to skype on Sunday. On Friday I got another email telling me that a friend at his orphanage told him he could use his computer to call me at "7:30 tomorrow". So...on Saturday morning I got up and sat by the computer waiting for his call - it never came. Today I am doing the same in hopes of getting hearing his voice, seeing his smile and his twinkling eyes. I'm waiting.
The whole adoption process can be summed up with one word, "waiting". He's waiting to come home. We're waiting to bring him home. If it's not one thing we're waiting on, it's another. Right now it's our government (USCIS), next it will be our adoption agency (waiting for his referral), then it will be the US Embassy (reviewing our dossier), then we'll be waiting for a court date, then our travel date, then we'll be waiting for time itself to pass so we can get there. Then we will finally be able to bring him home. God willing.
The biggest problem with this whole thing is that I absolutely hate waiting....and I'm terrible at it. For many weeks I have been sensing God's big loving hand on my shoulder, saying "patience". That's it. He tells me "patience". I suppose he's reminding me of my prayer to transform my spirit and make me more like his son. (Galatians 5:22).
And so I wait. It's now 7:45 and it seems like maybe he is unable to call. [sigh]. Maybe 7:30 tomorrow, or maybe not at all.
I will be waiting.