A Meaningful Life

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The truth is, if what we choose to do with our lives won’t make a story meaningful, it won’t make a life meaningful either.” – Donald Miller – A Million Miles in a Thousand Years

I had the opportunity to read two fantastic books over the course of my week in Haiti (mostly in airport terminals, airplanes and the wee hours of the morning after the rooster gave me my 4 a.m. wake-up call.)

The above quote is from one of those books. I will have more to say about our trip once the words dancing around in my head settle into cohesive thoughts, but while I wait for that to happen, I wanted to share this.

I (and I’m sure mom agrees) want what I choose to do with my years on this earth to make a meaningful story; a meaningful life.  A life in which my words and actions point people to Jesus.

And I want to thank all of you who prayed for us and supported us in other ways while we prepared for this trip and during our week in Haiti. You play a role in making 500 Dresses meaningful.

(Now go enjoy some turkey and some Black Friday shopping 🙂 I’ll be back with some Haiti stories after the holiday. )

 

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240 Pounds of Sewing Supplies

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We’ve got 240 pounds of supplies ready to head to Haiti! Thank goodness for a burly husband to carry these into the airport for us. 🙂

A glimpse of what we’re taking:

  • 2 beginner sewing machines
  • 1 serger sewing machine
  • 8 formal dresses
  • 40ish sundresses and shorts
  • lots of fabric
  • bags of scissors, zippers, needles, thread, snaps, buttons, seam rippers, pin cushions….
  • Soccer balls
  • Chocolate (I hear our students love chocolate. We should get along just fine.)
  • Wedding gift (Can’t wait to go to Brunel’s wedding!)

Thanks to all who donated supplies and money to help us make this happen.

 

500 Dresses in India

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It makes you feel loved to discover that God used you to answer the prayer of a group of little girls in an Indian orphanage.  That’s what happened to mom this week.

The following is an email of thanks she received for the dresses we shipped to India this summer. When mom discovered this opportunity  to help needy girls in India, and found that the orphanage required “sleeved” dresses (most of the dress donations we receive are sleeveless), she got to work sewing dresses.

The photo above is the fruit of her labors, and the fruit of those who have donated to our cause. You help make it possible to send dresses halfway across the world.

(Brother Aby is the missionary who took the dresses to India for us.)

Dear Brother Aby, Greetings for the day! Thank you very much for bringing clothes for my girls! It worth a lot for them. We have been praying for a new clothes for the last six+ months and just thank God for His timely provision. I know for sure that somebody paid the price, sacrifice their time and money and sent this precious gift – can you say a BIG THANKS to them. Our kids prayed for them without knowing their name and I believe God will bless and prosper their lives. I also thank you for bringing it to us, since I have been to overseas many times I know the struggles to bring such a huge bag! May the good Lord bless you Aby! Please see few snaps that I took this morning from our home! Blessings!
Ajayan Abraham

Gotta Love God’s Timing

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I wrote this article about my experience with treadle sewing after I returned from my last trip to Haiti. I’ve had variations of it published in a couple devotionals, but I recently received this new copy of it as a full article in a magazine.

The issue of the magazine doesn’t technically come out until February, but I received my copy ahead of time.  It was perfectly timed by God to remind me that it’s not about me. Our service to him is never about us. I guess he wanted to be sure I have that in my thick skull before I hop on the plane next week.

By the way – for those of you who have heard of my ineptitude on treadle sewing machines, I would like to share that I am in fact still inept at it. I tried at my folks house last week with no success. I choose to blame the fact that I am left-handed. Yep, that’s what I’m going with.