Babies on my mind...

You may have already checked out the button in my side bar for this new non-profit I'm starting...what started as a compelling urge that wouldn't go away to help the children in Japan has turned into a walk of faith and the unknown. If I told you a series of things happened to make me believe this prompting to be divine inspiration would you think I was crazy? It's ok if you do...sometimes I think I am. In any case, I thought of every reason to deny this prompting mainly being my Dystonia and then talked to Mitzi to see if she thought I was crazy...her reply, "so what if it wasn't divine inspiration...you'd still be doing something nice." True enough, and Project Baby Bird was born. The idea is comfort for mama's and babies in devastating situations...I had already given money to a couple of sites...and still a voice inside my head was saying it's not enough....and then random things kept happening, and then other people started telling me that they too had felt the same way. So while my impatience gives way to letting things happen in God's time I only hold on to faith that it will and miraculously, Project Baby Bird seems to have a life of it's own...to my amazement. Since the start of Project Baby Bird I have been sick more than not and trying to sort out life with Dystonia prevents me from spending the time I think it deserves or I'm compelled to give, even though it's physically not possible...it continues. Contributions large and small continue to come and at times has touched me so deeply I couldn't stop the tears from falling for the shear love, generosity and the humanity of it all...and maybe that is why I'm supposed to do this. Dystonia has tried to wreck my life for nearly three years now, and honestly I was losing my faith in humanity, the Hippocratic oath and at times in God if you want to know the truth of it...How could a God that loved me let me hurt so much? And then they come, others who stand in the gap to let me know all is not lost and goodness does exist. So if you feel inclined to do so, please click on the baby bird in my side bar to read a little more, and 'little' is the key word since I've had a hard time getting posting done. None the less you'll get the idea. The question is..."If everything was lost and all you managed to grab was your baby in your arms what would you need?" More importantly, what would bring you and your baby comfort? I know there are organizations out there providing food, water, shelter...but beyond that, what would bring you comfort? So I thought totes...what else would you carry your rice in after you stood in line for three or more hours to get it with your arms full of baby? And then, something soft like a stuffie for a child to hug, maybe baby bottles, baby food, baby wipes...there for the Grace of God go I...can you imagine having nothing to care for your little ones? I can only realize the desperation one would feel, and If I received such a gift from a perfect stranger half a world away, the hope I would feel that I matter and someone actually cares....

Speaking of babies...the new baby in our family is now a month old and I can hardly believe it...I look at him and it seems that only yesterday I was a new mama holding my own with all the dreams and possibilities in the world resting in their eyes. For my faithful followers the answer is yes...Mitzi is smitten!

And so dear friends...just a little catch up and hope that I will speak with you again sooner rather than later...I hope that you are blessed with long days of sunshine and abounding joy.

XO

Keke