It all started, here. This miraculous story.
My third trip to Chi*a. A country my husband said he would never be entering.
A vision. A light. A calling to enter.
Every day, we each have choices. Go where He leads us or let fears and hesitations, doubts and intellectualism drown out the calling He’s placed within us.
We stand in this orphanage, after staying the night in the place God called us to. (Read more here) It was a place that forever changed my idea of service, and hospitality…
Disabilities and what true love looks like.
It’s the trip that took us to one of the seven wonders.
A place where our marriage got thickened, (here) callings got cemented.
A place where a wall winded, but the reality is, none were even needed…
It’s a calling that got planted even before I was asked to go. (here)
Like all callings, God places them in our hearts even long before we touch the soil of where He is leading.
And it was at this last trip, I stood inside that children’s home after bringing essential oils for parent-less children.
I felt that weaving, of God wanting to do something more than us coming to this place just one fleeting time.
The face of friends surface. Those we had served alongside in Guatemala. The ones who have a ministry of bringing custom wheelchairs to needy children.
Their story, quite miraculous. How God took the loss of their daughter and out of the seeds of her passing, brought forth a ministry that blesses those whose feet may never learn to walk.
Like us, they are foster and adoptive parents.
And this wheelchair mission, along with these foster children in Chi*a seemed to birth something deep that I knew needed asking…
But, I am learning the following is part of the listening. The waiting on my husband’s leading will produce more fruit than dragging any unwilling participant…
So, I hold my tongue, and say nothing of the wheelchair ministry. Follow the founder of the orphanage and then my husband bursts forth…
“We have these friend’s who have this wheelchair ministry. Is that something you guys are in need of?”
I know what my husband is meaning. He says what I am thinking.
“Ya, let’s see what we can work out.” The humble visionary of this orphanage seems to confirm this connection between two pieces that seem to fit together, perfectly.
And I remember this wheelchair distributing family. Them carrying their daughter into a mega assembly, and sitting with her in the back pew.
I remember the way they looked at their daughter, and how without any words, their lives ringed true…of a Father who lay Himself on a cross for each of us…
And the love. I saw it in their eyes.
The way they beloved that precious child of theirs. The way the didn’t speak, but the carrying of their child…
Seemed to symbolize the Father’s arms wrapped around me…
How the eyes connected, the smiles, the stroking of her head, was an embled of what I imagined the Father was like, caring for each us….
In our sometimes paralyzed state.
And how love isn’t conditional on what we can give someone, what a person has to give back, or the measurement of such sacrifices.
Love is an action. It’s a verb, not a noun. It’s the laying down of our lives because we see the gift and the value of another person….despite what they can give us.
And I remember the day, Kaitlin went to be with the Father. It was my own daughter’s birthday.
The snow fell gently. The pastor shared how Kaitlin never walked…But how today, she was likely dancing up in heaven.
And I imagined her looking over us as the snow fell gently, us honoring her in that congregation.
So, when Kaitlin’s Mobility Foundation was mentioned by my husband there in the orphanage in Chi*a, I knew it was God speaking…
Not me or someone else.
A few weeks later, we bend and lean, call and text, plan and discuss. And now today, many months later, we have purchased tickets to go back to Chi*a…
Because callings are not meant to shelved. Heart-aches aren’t meant to paralyzing. Dead ends aren’t meant for us to stop what we are doing…But a way God redirects and moves His people to walk in their full purpose.
I sit here, in awe and amazement at the wonderful workings of our good and faithful God.
- How Our Father could take two families, and make goodness come out of so much heart-ache….
- How He can bring life out of death, hope out of the most difficult circumstances.
- How He can move in the depths of each of us…
- How He truly does bring beauty out of ashes, when we least expect it.
Will you be praying for our two families as we get ready to travel back to Chi*a in February.
We are honored and humbled how God truly is doing a new thing in each of us.
He is rising up servants, calling forth willing vessels, asking “Who will go?” And He is using those who step forward, imperfect, yet in obedience.
Will you go where He is calling, whatever that might look like? Will you rise above the chaos and hear what He is asking?
If you have a heart for special needs, or simply want to give to Kaitlin’s Mobility Foundation, the ministry that we will be partnering with to bring wheelchairs, walkers, and crutches to Chi*a…
Please click here, or the link on the sidebar.
Also, will you write in, “International” so 100% of what you give can be directed to this specific trip, supplying mobility equipment to orphans in Chin*a?
Thanks for considering partnering with this mission.
But again, please know, your prayers mean more than any money amount you might consider giving.
On A Side Note
I apologize for not being on my blog lately. We recently had a “situation” that required WordPress to intervene, helping us to get up and running again.
It’s a loooong story. Maybe I’ll explain in a later post.
Blessing to each of you and all our best for a wonderful weekend!
In humble and sole service to Him,
Jen & Cid Avellaneda
“So you too, when you have done everything that was assigned and commanded you, say, ‘We are unworthy servants [undeserving of praise or a reward, for we have not gone beyond our obligation]; we have merely done what we ought to do.” ~ Luke 17:10
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