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T-shirts for Easter

Easter was coming up, and we had begun filling out our application to adopt from Ethiopia with the America World Adoption Agency.  We had everything filled out except the family photo and the $300 application fee.  It was the Monday before Easter, and I was thinking, "How are we going to afford taking the kids Easter clothes shopping and send off this application fee?"  I pushed the question to the back of my mind, and I picked up my computer to read Jen Hatmaker's blog.  Hatmaker to the rescue.  She had posted this beautiful post about Easter called "Broken Hallelujah."  

With statements like, 

"The story of our redemption breaks me. I simply cannot get over Jesus. His humanity moves me beyond words. His suffering shatters my heart. His courage leaves me undone."


"This is the week Jesus rose to his task and split history in two. This is the week he rode on a donkey, cried in the garden, suffered on the cross, rose into glory. This is the week that sinful, broken humans were granted a pardon, justified to perfection and set free. It is too miraculous for words. Songs and sermons fail us; we huddle at the cross, overwhelmed by the punishment that brought us peace."

She has me bawling at my computer.

Then I get to the end of the blog, and I read this:

"What if we calculated the money we’d spend on new clothes, anything having to do with a bunny and chocolate, and used that investment for great good, pouring out for someone in need of mercy? Maybe instead of matching outfits from Dillards, we invest in family t-shirts benefiting someone’s adoption, someone's mission for Christ. Perhaps rather than time and energy spent on ourselves, we ask: 'Who can our family serve? Where can we put our hands and hearts to use in Jesus’ name?' "

The light bulb goes off.  Now I just have to talk my family into wearing t-shirts on Easter.  It actually was pretty easy.  They know a good idea when they hear one.  

I am blessed that my husband is creative.  One of his hobbies since college has been making batiks.  Batiks are a way of making art by using melted wax to draw out designs, and then using dyes to color in where the wax wasn't placed.  I knew James could make us Africa t-shirts using this method.

Friday night, James and I head to Wal-mart for supplies.  We get 5 t-shirts, dye, and wax for less than we would have spend on a good pair of Easter shoes.  Saturday James gets to work.  Here are pictures of each of the steps he went through.

James was up past midnight, but all 5 t-shirts were ready for Sunday morning.  We had a beautiful Easter Sunday at Citychurch, and Donnie preached it out of the park as usual.  Our family had tender hearts as we wore our reminder of the call God had given us.

And bonus, we got our family picture to send with our application.

God is good, and he always provides!

"And why do you worry about clothes? Learn how the wildflowers of the field grow: they don't labor or spin thread. Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was adorned like one of these! If that's how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and thrown into the furnace tomorrow, won't He do much more for you-you of little faith? So don't worry, saying, 'What will we eat?' or 'What will we drink?' or 'What will we wear?' For the idolaters eagerly seek all these things, and your heavenly Father knows that you need them. But seek first the kingdom of God and His righteousness, and all these things will be provided for you." Matthew 6:28-33 HCS

If you haven't read Jen Hatmaker's Easter post, I highly recommend it:

I also recommend her book Interrupted: