- 10/18/2007 9:49:39 PMFacing a dry spellThe last scheduled auction is coming up. After that there are no more new fund raisers on the horizon. Peggy has been working with a Tupperware consultant trying to schedule something. I don't know how that will turn out. Based on the recent fee increases, we need about $20,000. I don't think Tupperware is going to cover that. That is a pessimistic attitude and I'm having trouble shaking it.
We still have a hand sewn quilt that we are trying to raffle off but as of now, we do not have a raffle number and so there is no way to generate income from it. We are scratching our heads and wondering what to do and what other outlets we can pursue. I got an email from John Gard's campaign. It seems they raised over $100,000 in six weeks. That would be nice. I'm going to write him an email and see if he would like to use our story in his campaign some how. I think it would be good for both of us.
Some time ago, Peggy and Grandma Carol were in Copps food store picking up soda for one of the auctions. They encountered a reporter from one of the local news stations who asked them about a recent beef recall. In true Grandma Carol fashion, she told them about the adoption instead. Way to go Grandma! They took our name and number, but as of today, nothing has become of it. This seems to happen a lot. People appear to be interested, and then nothing. This is the root of bitterness in my soul talking. When things like this happen, most often I end up looking at myself and asking, "have I done that? Have I expressed interest in something, indicated that I wanted to help and then not helped?" Yes - I have done that. You know, when ever you point a finger at someone, there are 3 more pointing back at you.
The stress of all of this has become quite a burden. We are on our knees in prayer more lately. It seemed like we were so close and then... the price set back, followed by a fund raising dry spell. All is very quiet on the horizon. Peggy is fasting. Before we go to sleep at night, she will get on her knees and reach over and hold my hand while she prays. She doesn't know it, but when she is not in the room - that is when I'm on my knees. It is a deeply personal thing and when I humble myself before the Lord in such a way, I'd rather do it alone. This fretting about the funds is only leading me towards bitterness and complacency and I must repent of it.
