Thursday, February 28, 2013

Tesfa - Hope - Esperanza

Webster's definition of hope: to desire with expectation of obtainment.

Holman Bible Dictionary definition of hope: Biblical hope is the anticipation of a favorable outcome under God's guidance.

Faith is the confidence that what we hope for will actually happen... Hebrews 11:1

So faith and hope are intertwined.

"The word hope I take for faith; and indeed hope is nothing else but the constancy of faith."
 --John Calvin

Sometimes I'm a lot like Peter! I can see Jesus; my eyes are on him.  He tells me to come to him out on the water.  I jump out of that boat with little or no hesitation.  Things are good.  I feel closer to Jesus than I ever have.  I may even take a second to wonder why more people haven't jumped out of the boat with me.  Then it happens....I start looking around at my circumstances instead of Jesus and I start to lose hope. My faith is shaken.

When we started this adoption (our second one), God had me back in the book of Joshua. Did I mention that's what we plan to call our son.  "When you see the Levitical priests carrying the Ark of the Covenant of the LORD your God, move out from your positions and follow them.  Since you have never traveled this way before..." Joshua 3:3-4  I didn't get it.  This is our second adoption. So we are adopting a boy this time from a different country, but really how different can it be?  "Never traveled this way before"?

It turns out that Honduras is NOT Ethiopia.  I know, this is shocking!  Well, it kinda was to me.

Honduras is in Central America.....
and they function on Central American time (not mine).

There are always ups and downs in international adoption.  With Ethiopia on the other side of the world and speaking a very foreign language (as opposed to Spanish for a Texan), I was completely unaware of the political temperature.  There is a lot of information available out of Honduras.  At any given moment I can read a Honduran newspaper thanks to Google translate.

The roller coaster ride recently, really shook my faith and I lost hope that my son would come out of Honduras before I had grandchildren.  Someone suggested a fasting period.  I knew right away she was right, but I am not a very nice person without food.  The blood sugar drops and it's not pretty.  Since my weak point seemed to be information overload, I decided to fast from Facebook.  SHOCKING! I love my Facebook friends! My on-line adoption community is so supportive and encouraging, but God speaks in a still small voice and I knew I was drowning Him out with too many other voices.

I took a week off from Facebook and guess what!!!  Hope showed up in the word and in flesh.  I received words of encouragement from friends that I could hug!  A friend at church told me she felt a need to pray for our family and our adoption journey.  I ran into another adoptive mom (that I never get to see) at the grocery store with her newly home son from China and we shared our hearts right there in the HEB.

God is faithful and He keeps His promises! I'm so thankful that He never gives up on me! And like with Peter, when I loose focus, He pulls me up and reminds me that He is all I need!

By the way: Tesfa is Amharic for Hope and Esperanza is Hope in Spanish.

Wednesday, January 23, 2013


I can't believe my last post was almost a year ago!

In March of 2012, I posted about a coming storm.  I knew it was coming, but I didn't know what it was....yet.  Then in June (our one year anniversary as a family of 5), we had our last visit with our social worker concerning Nazeret and how we were doing as a family.  That visit also became our first visit for our second adoption!  That's right, the Kuykendall's are "PAPER PREGNANT" again.  This time we are expecting a little boy 3-5 years old from Honduras.

When I started this blog I included Revelation 7:9  "After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb."  Even then, I could visualize my family starting to look a little like heaven.  HA! I HAD NO IDEA!  I'm getting a little concerned about the "great multitude" part and "every nation".  Just kidding.  If that's what God has planned for our family, we will need a lot of bunk beds and a really big van.

You might be wondering how we ended up in Honduras.  Well, it starts with Nazeret.  She was not even home six months when she started asking us to adopt (or birth) a baby brother.  The second is out of the question and so was the first at that time.  Then in February I saw a Facebook post about an orphan choir made up primarily of Ethiopian children and thought how much I would love to have them in our hometown, but...we live in a small town and I knew that wasn't going to happen.  A couple days later I got an email from my social worker asking if I would consider hosting His Little Feet in our church.  I should have known God was up to something big, but I just thought He was answering a prayer of my heart.  I was excited for Nazeret to spend time with Ethiopian children.  I was surprised after months of planning to learn that we (the Kuykendall home) would be hosting one Ethiopian girl and one Honduran girl.  Both girls have a little piece of our hearts to this day.

A couple of months later and several conversations about adopting another child, Michael took a weekend to get away with the Lord and ask Him.  He answered with Matthew 1:21 "She will have a son, and you are to name him Jesus..."  We took it as a clear sign that we have a son.  Now, the Jesus part....that was a cause for laughter until we asked Nazeret: "Where is this little brother you want to bring home, Ethiopia?"  It really was no surprise when the Ethiopian child that had only been in America ten months said "NO! Honduras!" Now laugh if you must, but Jesus is pronounced Hay-soos in Spanish.  I ran to the computer to see if America World (our adoption agency) had a program in Honduras and guess started about the time we got Nazeret's referral!

Here we are about eight months later; all of our paperwork has been translated to Spanish and sits in the hands of the Honduran government....and we wait.

Waiting is so hard, but it is easier with friends.  I hope that you will join us while we wait.