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A piece of my heart... a new fundraiser

Adoption is a long, grueling, expensive journey. Many people have walked this journey with us, even if just from afar. Many times I have been to the point of questioning whether or not we can really make this happen. And every time, I have been encouraged from someone. God is working through YOU, each and every one of our supporters.

We are down to the end. All of the approvals are in place, it's just minor paperwork from here on out. We still need our approval from her government and to pass court, of course, but I have faith in our facilitation team, who has painstakingly combed through our documents to make sure everything will go smooth with the government and judge. 

I'm excited about this new fundraiser. It is designed to honor YOU, the tribe that is helping us get our little girl home. The people who are helping us save her life. YOU. Yes, YOU are part of saving her life - you really and truly are. We are just part of this adoption, we are not all of it. Without your words of encouragement, prayers, giving, and help with fundraisers, there would be no adoption. We just can't do it on our own. We need God and we need support. 

So here is how we want to honor you:
We will be putting this design on the wall over Antoinette's bed in vinyl. It is over 2 feet tall, so it will be the focal point of the room. For a $10 donation to our Reece's Rainbow grant fund (preferred) www.reecesrainbow.org/sponsoroden or our GoFundMe account https://www.gofundme.com/nw7czvxc, we will put your name or message on one of the hearts. (Just message me after you donate with what you want on it) I hope to see this full, as a daily reminder of all of those people who love Antoinette. We want to see names of prayer warriors, donors, advocates, and friends. I hope to see it full - each heart a reminder of a heart that Antoinette's story has touched. And through the power of the group, if we fill the tree, we will be MUCH closer to fully funded!



We are nearing the end and still $14,000 short. That is a LOT of money. I won't lie, I'm panicking a little, even though I know that God is in control. It's scary. We have stepped out of the boat and are on the water, now we must keep our eyes fixed on Jesus and trust Him to get us to the other side. $14,000 is a lot of money, but to Him who owns all the cattle on a thousand hills, it is pocket change. Please join us. Please be part of this - great things are going to happen through this adoption, I can feel it.

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