We are the Snyder family and ... we are different

This is the story of our journey to our daughter in Ethiopia. God is preparing our family for her and preparing her heart to come home to her family. We chose the difficult road of trusting and obeying God. It is worth every step!

Monday, April 18, 2011


On our second day in Ethiopia we went to the International Evangelical church with the other families at the guest house.  Dustin and I asked about going to a traditional Christian Orthodox church but were told that it started at 6am, it's all in Amharic, it lasts about 3 or 4 hours and that you stand the entire time.  So we opted to go with everyone else and go to the other church.  It was a very nice contemporary church and service.  The pastor is a white man from North Carolina and we actually ended up seeing him on the flight home.  We sang basically the same songs as we do at our home church and the entire service was in English.  There was a mix of Ethiopian people and some white faces mixed in.

 After church we went to eat a nice restaurant that had an art gallery outside of it, I think there were a couple of people who even bought some art to take home.  Then we went back to the transition home to spend some more time with our daughter.  We brought her some different things to play with each day, although by the fourth day or so we started to run out.  We did find out that she likes skip and be chased around the yard.  We had lots of fun running around, playing with our camera, looking at books and coloring.  You could tell she was used to having an afternoon nap because as the afternoon went on she was getting very sleepy and just wanted to be held.

That night was also the traditional Ethiopian meal.  We had a very large group and were pretty loud at the restaurant, but we had lots of fun.  The food was wonderful and the entertainment was awesome!  A couple of people from our group even went up and tried to do a little dancing.  Ethiopian dance is all about the shoulders and neck.  It was VERY entertaining watching some of our friends try their hand at it.  There was this little girl in the audience, she looked 5 or so, that was fantastic at the dancing.  You could tell she had grown up watching it.  We watched her almost as much as the dancers on stage.