Today was a great day. The culmination of research, contacting, planning and finally execution. We reunited twins separated at birth. Missions work never ends in our home…..but I love it (and Stacy puts up with me so everyone wins).
That’s me and my buddy Dan in India circa 2010. Folks often confuse us as being twins (he’s 5’10” 270ish police force weightlifting champ).
They’re obviously dizygotic. The older graying one was adopted a few years ago and has over 60,000 miles travelled with me. Although she’s getting up there, she can still rock the tattoos – sans stretch marks even – from HKIA and Cambodia customs on her sides. We had the Mike Tyson-esque face tattoos removed. Gotta have boundaries.
We found ole gray abandoned and lonely a few years ago-no pictures of that fateful day as none of us could have fathomed what God had in store. We were excited to bring her home and knew she’d fit right in with her desire to shield fragile eyeglasses on their journey from donation to delivery.
So I’m really hoping for a smooth transition for our newest bundle of joy. Join us in prayer for peace and protection as the thought of turning her over to complete strangers – no matter their qualifications – is nerve wracking:
So here’s the deal: we haven’t named our newest little blessing.
Please help us find a name!
I’ll send a surprise gift to whoever comes up with the best name.