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January 30, 2011

Compassion – An Epic Adoption Story

So, after Dennis (pronounced Daneese), came three more Compassion children into our lives. We continued to do the whole birthday match thing and made it a Christmas tradition as a gift to each of our children when they were old enough to write a letter.

Baili’s first Compassion child was tragically killed in an auto accident. She was hit by a car. We had only gotten to know her for a few months. Baili was sad, and too young to process the finality of the event, but Kristi was broken. I can still remember the phone call as Kristi wept as if we had lost our own child. This was supposed to be a cool idea for our kids, and instead it was changing us too. The reality of the Third World had crept into our lives, and the fragility of the life of a child was no longer an idea, but was felt deeply that day.


Help a Child

Compassion sent us another child. This time it was a boy, from Haiti. Roodnelson, known as Son, didn’t have the same birthday, but we didn’t care. He was cute as a button. We couldn’t refuse.Mallori was the last to receive her Compassion child, Emma from Kenya. We now had an African connection.

We read their letters, have the kids write them back, and have made them a part of our family as best we can. Shelbi eventually wants to visit Dennis. It’ll be a priority after we get our new kids home.

Every night our girls would pray and eventually the routine became, “God I pray for Son, Dennis, and Emma.” And that ritual continues to this day.

Go here for the previous chapter in this adventure.

To find out more about Compassion International click on the link, or if you really want to be impacted go read this book.

Chapter 1: The Youth Rally

Chapter 3: The Girls

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