A last few tidbits about our trip to Lalibela, Ethiopia before we pick up our new baby girl back in Addis Ababa!  Here is the link to the main story about our stay in this fascinating, holy city

I started this post about a year ago and got distracted midway through.  I know you know what I’m talking about!  The addition of our precious, new little girl Sally, from Ethiopia, Classical Conversations (a new homeschool adventure we will discuss later), another adoption on the horizon, commitments to get the kids and me exercising more and the list goes on and on….

This is a story about one of those God moments that completely and totally changes one’s perspective.  And boy did I need it.

It was November 5, 2010.  We had started the adoption process for Sally in the fall of 2009.  Almost a year had gone by.  We were in the waiting stage. And I was to turn 50 in 1 month.

The view at dusk from Lalibela

Sunday, May 15, noon

Though I will, I do not feel able or qualified to write about the last 24 hours.

We are on a small prop plane, a Bombadier, that has a capacity of 75 people.

We are heading back to Addis after 24 hours in Lalibela.  Pronounced “lolly-bella.”

As we are flying over what looks like the Grand Canyon (not as deep) of this area in northern Ethiopia,