ministry in March.
This is actually just a small sample from my fifty-item list. But I didn’t want to seem like I was calling attention to myself, so I simply chose to share some of my smaller goals. Suzannah and Jefferson each made their own list this year, too. They are such purposeful little darlings! I kept having to remind them that, at least at their age, achieving world peace was a dream, not a goal.
Be purposeful,
Rosalyn Ebberly
SAHM I Am Loop Moderator
“She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idleness.”
Proverbs 31:27 (NASB)
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From:
Dulcie Huckleberry
To:
SAHM I Am
Subject:
Re: [SAHM I AM] TOTW January 3: Setting Goals
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My goal this year is just to be more organized! It’s always so hard getting back into a routine after the holidays.
Dulcie
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From:
Rosalyn Ebberly
To:
SAHM I Am
Subject:
Re: [SAHM I AM] TOTW January 3: Setting Goals
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Tsk, tsk, Dulcie. That is NOT a goal. It’s a dream. A very distant dream, for you, I’m afraid. LOL! Let’s try again, shall we? :)
Blessings and joy to you all,
Rosalyn Ebberly
SAHM I AM Loop Moderator
“She looks well to the ways of her household, and does not eat the bread of idlness.”
Proverbs 31:27 (NASB)
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From:
Dulcie Huckleberry
To:
“Green Eggs and Ham”
Subject:
MY GOAL FOR THIS YEAR}:-<
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By December 31st of this year, I will have Tom teach me how to program computers so that I can create a nasty, horrible virus that will invade Rosalyn’s computer and make it so that every time she tries to open her e-mail program, all she will get is a grinning, leering picture of ME surrounded by all my disorganized, inefficient clutter and normal, non-genius children.
Dulcie
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From:
Zelia Muzuwa
To:
SAHM I Am
Subject:
[SAHM I AM] Goals
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I only have one goal for this year—bring my child (or children) home from Africa. And I don’t care, Rosalyn, if that isn’t specific or measurable enough for you. It’s not a dream, it IS a goal!
Actually, I can’t believe how organized I am being about all this. Usually, I’m just a muddle of spontaneity and Tristan is the one who is Mr. Mission Statement. But I actually put together a calendar for what we need to do and when, and I’m making checklists and budget tables and everything! Tristan keeps asking me for my driver’s license, just so he can make sure it’s me and not an impostor!
We chose our adoption agency—the one mentioned in the article I read on the plane. We’re sending in our application this week. I can hardly believe it, it’s all happening so quickly! I’m a little overwhelmed by all the work it’s going to take, but I’m excited to get started, too. The children are already bugging me, “Can the new kid sleep in MY room, Mommy?” and Cosette is practically pleading with us, “Please get me a SISTER!!! I have enough brothers.” Isn’t that cute?
Well, I’m off. I have to call around and find out who we need to work with to do our home-study—which evidently is sort of like a cross between pre-marital counseling and a house-buying inspection. I just hope whoever our social worker is doesn’t peek in our closets—she’ll run away screaming! :)
Z
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From:
Brenna L.
To:
Zelia Muzuwa
Subject:
I’m under orders to write this e-mail…
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…by Dulcie, who says I’ll feel better if I just talk to you.
The problem is, I’ve been feeling irrationally angry at you ever since you announced your plans to adopt. I know it’s wrong, and I don’t have any reason to act this way, but it’s just coming at a time when I feel like God is either punishing me or abandoning me, or both, and I’m not dealing with it so well.
You see, we just found out Darren is infertile. Aside from a total miracle, he won’t ever be able to father a child. And I don’t think we really know how to accept that right now. He’s questioning his manhood, and I’m ashamed to admit all the thoughts I’ve been having about “Well, if I’d married someone else, I could have had more children.” I love Darren with all my heart, but this is driving a huge wedge between us.
I want to adopt, but he won’t talk about it. Every time I bring it up, he just scowls and changes the subject. It’s just tearing me up inside. So when you announced you were adopting, I