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What are you willing to do to save another?

If you're a little squeamish, or you just don't like reptiles, don't watch this.

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I found it really fascinating, though.  It made me wonder:  what are you willing to do to save another person - from sin, from addiction, from whatever it is that is the person has found themselves wrapped up in?

I have had to be tenacious in getting help for my kids from time to time.  It seems the state adoption 'system' is often so concerned with saving money, that the people in charge just keep saying "no", with the hopes that most parents will just give up and go away.  I do not.

I wonder if we're really that tenacious about sin, though.  It seems that for me, sometimes being wrapped up in the snake is...okay, even comfortable.  We all need someone to recognize that we are stuck in bad patterns and evil ways, and get us the heck out of there.

I now have a huge battle on my hands for Dark-Haired Daughter.  People who've never even met her are charged with making decisions about her, and Dear Husband and I don't think they are good decisions.  It's time to go on the attack.  Because she is worth saving.

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  1. I agree wholeheartedly. The adoption is just the beginning of the battle. I just took two of my adopted daughters to a conference by Fr. Hampsch on Healing The Family Tree this weekend in an effort to end the assaults throughout their birth history, their family lines and to prevent future families from having to be subject to the "sins of the past." Of the many conferences I have attended, this was one of the most useful, interesting and timely. The girls also felt the same. They know they are standing in the gap for their birthfamily, and future families of their own.

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