My mother has been bothering me for years to write a blog. Every year I have the same answer… “What would I have to say that people would want to read?” I tell her when I have an answer for that question, I will write a blog. I seriously don’t know how people have time to write them. I don’t even have time to take a shower. Literally. It’s a problem. I don’t know how all these women out there write blogs. Not only are they writing blogs, they are writing blogs about all the crafts and food they make. How are they finding time for that? And most of them have more than one child. I only have one, and I need a shower, badly.
Now, I have something to write about. It’s been a long time coming and I stay up at nights thinking about it. I have been waiting for the perfect time, and I realized, there is no perfect time. I have to stop wasting time and do it …now. Four years ago, I went to Africa. Four years ago I made promises to people there that I would not forget them, that I would tell their stories. Four years ago. What have I done in four years?
My mom thought of the title “Before and Africa” and I actually love it. There are a lot of things my mom and I agree on, but usually when she has an idea “for” me, I politely turn her down. But this title struck a chord in me. I thought about all the blogs out there about style and fashion and craftiness and I thought about how my blog would probably be the antithesis of that. Maybe I do always buy the same long sleeved shirts at the GAP every three years when the old ones get holes in them. Maybe I do still have the same tennis shoes I bought for 30 bucks 6 years ago. Maybe I do only get my hair cut once a year. Maybe I am in desperate need of a style makeover, but I think this blog is more of a before and after of my soul. My soul before and now my soul (after) Africa…
So thanks mom, for the title and for recognizing there has been a change in me and that even though I have a hard time finding the words, it’s time to start trying.

Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Come Home

What are the elements of a good Christmas card?  I wouldn't know because I have never sent one out.  A cute family picture?  Updates on each member of the family?  A cute tagline stating the reason for the season?  Well, I guess I could give you a few of those things ;) but what is most on my heart this Christmas, besides the birth of our Savior, is bringing our baby home.  Watching Max's eyes light up with each small gift and laughing at his heart is so full that it's heavy.  We still haven't gotten our referral and I am constantly checking the status of Congo adoptions (some are being held up by a temporary ban on exit visas).  I worry that we will know our baby soon but we won't be able to get them home as soon as we had hoped.  Tony keeps reminding me that we don't know what will happen and that it's in God's hands, not ours.  This is reassuring, but is it so wrong to just want to know? I want to know.
I want to know who our baby is.
I want to know how long we will have to wait.
I want to know...
I want to know...
I am resigned to wait...and I will have to be ok with that, because my heart is full.  
On another note, I never, ever thought we would be $600 away from our $10,000 goal with only 37 days to go on our site!  I didn't know.
But now I know.  
So maybe it's fun to not know some things, and then unwrap them like a gift.  Which brings me to my last point...the reason for the season :)
But really, to follow a God that is a complete mystery and that gives you a little bit more of a picture of himself with every beautiful is that?  
There are better things than knowing...I know that's right.
Merry Christmas,
                              The Schmids

Pure Charity

Monday, December 16, 2013

No news is good news.

I know. I have been away.  BUT no news is good news.  We got a call a few weeks ago that we are literally the NEXT on the list.  The lady at our agency told me we could maybe expect a call this month or next.   Meaning we will soon know who our baby is!  Up until this point, waiting hasn’t been too hard.  Besides a small aching in my gut to be a mother of two, I have been pretty patient and at peace with where we are in this process.  I will admit, at times it’s hard to see others holding their new babies and not feel that we are missing a huge part of our family, but I counter that with the absolute joy it is to be a mom to Max.  He makes it really easy to remember how blessed I am.  Not to mention he pretty much keeps me too busy to feel sad. 
Once we got this call, my impatience seemed to rise out of nowhere, and unfortunately, the waiting only gets harder from here.  Because once we know who this baby is…I can no longer sit on my hands and wait…at that point, part of our family will be across the world and we will want/need to be with him/her.  So we will covet your prayers as this starts to get REAL. 

Speaking of families…we were blessed to have raised $1500 with my family photoshoots.  Here’s a few snapshots of the families that have blessed us.  We have some truly amazing friends. 

 For those of you following our fundraising journey…we are only $1738 away from our $10,000 goal!  I seriously CANNOT believe that.  We only have 45 days to raise it, but I really have no doubt in my mind that we will.  Because so far….every single check, we have been able to write. Every single goal, we have been able to meet.  Because God is in control of putting this child in our family and he is using the people in our lives to make it happen.  So thank you...Thank.You. So. Much.

Pure Charity