I am thrilled to have had the opportunity to write part of the 500 Dresses story for Fullfill magazine.
Check it out – The Next Thing (It starts on page 26.)
There are about a million stories I would love to tell about how God has shown himself to me since my mom and I started sewing dresses for Haiti. But that would make for a super-duper long magazine article.
- Like the one about the sweet third-grade class that cut-out this dress (Mom salvaged it. She’s awesome that way.)
Or about how the men from my Sunday School class sewed right alongside the women.- Or how Corey designed wooden patterns that we clamp down and cut with rotary cutters to speed production.
Or how we receive checks, sometimes from people we don’t even know. And how they seem to arrive at just the right time so that mom and I have hardly had to put a cent of our own money into this endeavor.- Or how I sewed right through my finger and survived (though mom almost passed out looking at it 😉
- Or how everything fell into place perfectly for our trip to Haiti.
- Or how I stood in the middle of the airport terminal jumping up and down, flailing my arms and yelling to my husband and subsequently got on a flight there was no way we should have made (they had even already given us vouchers for a flight for the next day)
- Or how our giant duffle was lost in transit and when we got it back there was a hole in it and nails were falling out as Corey wheeled it through the airport.
- Or how Corey and his construction team finished there project for the week in 2 days (because my husband is just that awesome)
- Or how I got to hang out with the Haitian interpreters and left the country with such a strong sense of how much they are just like you and me; only without our monetary resources.
- Or how I felt so very much like I was right where I was supposed to be as I sweated with a bunch of American and Haitian women over sewing machines and fabric and scissors and needles.
- Or how I now have a deeper passion for Haiti and a love for Shop Dorcas Ministere…
I could go on and on and on and on. But I’ll spare you…for now.
