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“MY Girl”

If you know me in RL or if you have been around MelissaStuff any length of time, you know I have three boys and a husband. No girls. I might have actually cried at that third sonogram, but there is no record of that so that cant’ be verified.

However, knowing that everyone around my house is a boy, but me – I would think you are wondering why this post is titled “MY Girl.” Here’s why . . .

Have you ever listened to people returning from a mission trip who referred to a child or even children from the trip as “my little guy,” “my kids” or “my girl”? Did you think it presumptuous? I mean after all, mission trips only last a few days usually. At the most a couple of months. How could any child a world away that you spent such a short amount of time with be “yours” in any way?

I was moved today as I read this blog from an 18 year old young lady who just returned from her second mission trip to Uganda. She tells of how she has come to understand that it is important that we refer to those children as “our kids” because if we don’t, who will? Who will be proud? Who will brag? Who will be moved?

More importantly, she goes on to talk about a little girl named Esther that she met on her first trip as a tiny 2 year old who was struggling with malnutrition and who is now 4 years old. I won’t do her story justice, so you need to take a minute and go read it.

Welcome back. Now the reason I thought it so important for you to read for yourself about Esther is because I’m about to ask you to do something to help this little girl.

After reading Lexie’s blog about Esther, another blog I read – Moments with Love – posted about sweet little Esther and how desperately she needs a home.

And yesterday after reading that blog, this family:


Oh, well maybe this is a better one:

This family stepped up to say Esther is their girl – and they are desperate to get her home and get her the care and medicine she needs to make her healthy, happy and whole.

They were expecting and planning to adopt through Ethiopia and so they figured they would have years to raise the money for that adoption. Except God had a different plan and now they are on the fast track to get to their girl (and possibly their boy as well), and to some degree how quickly that can occur will hinge on how quickly they can raise the necessary funds.

You can help by purchasing a piece of this puzzle for $10:

They will write your name on the piece and then put the puzzle together and hang it on the wall of their home, so that their children can see the tangible evidence of God’s Body working together for His purposes.

Can you be a part of that today? Do you have $10 that you could put towards bringing this precious girl to her home, to her parents and her siblings?


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