How The Journey Started

I thought I would start the first post with how this journey started. I hope this will give you an insight into who I am, what beliefs I have and why I am on this journey. I invite you to join the journey with me.

From a very young age (about 4) I knew that I was blessed in life and that what I had was more than most. We were not a rich family by any stretch of the imagination. In fact, until the age of seven I lived at a christian camping centre where my dad worked as the groundsman and my mum was a kitchen-hand and on-site nurse. But in knowing that I was blessed I also knew that there were others that needed help in this world. Africa burned on my heart the most and I would often go to bed at night and pray, "Dear God, please help all the poor people in the world." In praying this I truly believed that in that moment all the poor people would feel God's love, grace and hope. What child-like faith.

So, when creating my plan for my life (as we do) I pictured getting mar…

Meeting the Neighbours

For 2 years I have had neighbours that I have never talked to.
I can stand in my kitchen and look into their garage but we have never said hello. In fact most of the time, when I am washing my dishes and they see me, I have thought they seemed displeased that I am there.

I live down a driveway with 11 other houses and know all of my driveway neighbours but these neighbours are down a separate driveway so we never pass by each other.

After 2 years of ethnic music and delicious smelling curries wafting over the fence I finally grasped the courage to go over and introduce myself. I found out that they are from the North of India and so I told them that I was in the process of adopting from India. They were very keen to help me learn more about their country.

Fast forward a few weeks to today. I went over to spend some time learning about India and hopefully Indian cooking.

My neighbours are absolutely delightful! They were so welcoming and kind. I was able to ask a lot of questions about…

Adoption Update #2

A year and a half ago, almost to the day (9th August 2017), I posted my forms to Oranga Tamariki to begin the process of international adoption.

Today my home study report was accepted and handed over to ICANZ (Inter-Country Adoption New Zealand).

This is a huge step and celebration in the journey, in fact one of the biggest, as it means I have been deemed acceptable to adopt from India. I now need to finalise a few documents for my dossier and then the waiting to bring Bunny home will truly begin.

A few weeks ago my exceptional cousin, Christy, took yet another photo shoot for my dossier (this was the third one) as I had learnt that no shoulders were allowed to be shown and it was best if knees weren't either.
Before the photo shoot, I trolled through Facebook trying to find photos that might be suitable to send. I found one that hid the fact that my shoulders were bare and I thought it would be a great, only to realise that the glass of wine I was holding in the centre of the fr…

Adoption Update #1

It's about time for an update on what has been happening in the adoption front over the past few months. I know I've been quiet and there's been reasons for that but plenty has happened since November. So, get yourself a sparkling water (or wine!) and a lovely perch in the sun (or a hot chocolate / cup of tea and a place by the fire if you're a Northern Hemisphere reader) because this is going to be a long one.

I've been wondering when I was going to have time to write this post after deciding that spring cleaning every surface of my house these holidays (including curtains) was a good idea... I'm thinking not so much any more! But after trying out some nifty gymnastic moves on Rapaki track (one foot sliding down while the other one stayed grounded) I've been told to ice it and rest. So it's a great time to fill you all in on what has been going on.

In November my adoption journey took a dramatic turn for the good and started a series of events that hav…

Carols at Surfers Paradise

During a recent holiday in the Gold Coast of Australia, my parents and I went to 'Carols' at Surfer's Paradise. For those of you who live in New Zealand this is very similar to 'Christmas in the Park.'

Having a dad in a wheelchair has its dilemmas but at times it does have its perks. The perk at 'Carols' was a designated wheelchair viewing platform, with a great view of the stage, for those with disabilities and their families.

When we arrived, there was one plastic chair left for family members so Mum and I decided that we would share this throughout the night. We enjoyed the build up whilst munching on our less than amazing, soggy chips from 'Lord of the Fries' and anticipated a fun evening of singing carols with our free carol books.

Before the beginning of the show a lady arrived with her father who did not have a wheelchair but was obviously frail. They entered our area and the daughter (we'll call her Sarah) instructed her dad lean agains…

Three Identical Strangers

I stumbled upon a new release on my recent trip to Australia. One that I had never seen advertised but was intrigued by its title.

Three Identical Strangers is a documentary that will have you laughing, crying and struck with disbelief.

The story begins with a young Bobby, starting College. As we walks around campus many people are saying 'hello', 'welcome back', 'it's great to see you.' This leaves Bobby confused as he's never been popular before... and never been to this college. Then someone calls out, "Hey Eddy, Welcome back. I didn't think you were coming back this year."
To which Bobby truthfully replies, "I'm not Eddy."
The student thinks it's a great joke and walks on by.

Later in his new dorm room a stranger walks in and says, "You're not Eddy."
To which Bobby replies, "No, I'm not."
The stranger (one of Eddy's friends) asks Bobby when his birthday is and if he was adopted to which…

A Silent Retreat

Just before New Years I tried something that I had never really done before.
After reading the wonderful book series 'Sensible Shoes' I decided to take myself on a 'silent retreat.'
The purpose for my retreat was to quiet my heart and mind and listen to what God might have to say.

I was a little apprehensive to be doing a silent retreat. My brain often feels like a free-flowing highway and I wondered if I was actually going to be able to slow it down enough to make this work. I knew that staying at home wasn't going to help so I packed a bag with my journal, pen, bible and lunch and headed to  the place where I grew up, Living Springs. Home.

I've always known I was blessed to grow up in such a beautiful place and I always deeply value the time I spend there. I hadn't been there for 3 years, which is the longest time that I hadn't visited in quite some time. I knew that a lot of changes had happened over that time and I think I was just worried that it …

How Much You Are Loved

On Wednesday my students found a baby bird that had fallen out of its nest. Why the mother bird built its nest on a small branch, at the edge of the tree on a precarious lean I have no idea but hence why baby bird was on the ground.

I wasn't there for the initial find, a colleague dealt with that and put the bird back in the nest. Unfortunately only an hour later some of my students came to tell me that the bird was back on the ground. I went out to find a tiny baby bird wriggling on the ground utterly helpless. He was ugly, there were no feathers, you could literally see his insides, his eyes were big, black, closed dots on his head and his wings flapped around in despair. He was in a sad state... and I had several students now watching to see what I would do.

I picked the baby bird up and searched for something to feed it. I knew that holding it was the best way to keep it warm. For the next 40 hours I feed him, kept him warm, protected him from my cat and provided a heated '…