August 30, 2010

6 and 8

Happy birthday, my sweet lovies. Today you are 6 and 8.



You share the same birthday. Just two years apart. God always knew it would be that way. The fulfillment of a promise spoken to my heart many years ago.

The Father always keeps His promises.

Always!



We love you both more than words can say.



How blessed I am to be your Mommy.

August 28, 2010

love, love, love them

Thank you for all your very sweet comments about the new look on my blog.  I really cannot take any credit for it.  My amazingly talented husband did it for me.  I told him what I wanted, and he made it happen.  Just like that.  A man of many talents I tell you.  I'm crazy about the love of my life.

I love the fresh new look.  We still need to update the pics of Hailee and Harper on the sidebar.  It's a work in progress.

Goodness but I love my children. I am so proud of our older kids. Connor and Kellan have amazed me every time we have added more children to our family. They have truly embraced each addition with open arms--as if they were their own flesh and blood.  There has never been any resentment about having a larger-than-normal family. They very, very rarely complain about having to help out with carrying little ones, or strapping them in car seats. Their hearts are so tender.  And I could not be prouder of my big boys.



I am so blessed to call these two growing young lads my boys--the ones the Father blessed us with first.  The ones who had to put up with all our parenting mistakes as we learned what our parenting style was in those first few years. Yikes, thank goodness for God's grace for new parents.  We were clueless (not that we would ever have admitted that). We had two boys in eighteen months and had to learn fast. Nothing quite like being on the fast track to learning how to be a godly parent. We did some seriously dorky things with our first born children. We read every Christian parenting book known to man to try and find the perfect way to parent our boys.  I read day and night to find solutions to the never ending issues that arose on a daily basis.

We learned the hard way that when all else fails...ask God first!  Duh.  His Word has every solution to every parenting issue we will ever face.

These days we parent differently.  We still do many totally dorky things. But we have learned along the way that though parenting books are great and very helpful, we have to follow the leading of the Holy Spirit when it comes to parenting our blessings.  They are all so unique. One size does not fit all when it comes to the way we deal with situations with our children.

We're learning along the way.



The "little kid" years are a thing of the past for our two oldest sons.  Now we face the the big "P" years.  Yep--puberty is upon us.  Dang, I'm sure I didn't go through it when I was like eleven years old. I'll just blame it on the hormones in chicken, or something. 

The years sure do pass quickly.  I long to make the most of each and every day I have with these two sons of ours in our home.  I long to savor the moments, the memories, the love, the laughter, the growing up, the hugs, the challenges, the mistakes, and the incredible gifts from the Father they are to us.

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There's still time to win two stunning pendants.  You have until midnight tonight to add your name.  Just leave a comment right here.

Have the best weekend ever, friends.

August 26, 2010

the time has come...

A giveaway is way overdue.  I can't even remember when last I did this.

Blogging has been so much fun for me.  What began as a simple journey to keep my family overseas updated with Haven's adoption, has become an amazing way for me to meet incredible people from all around the world.  I am so blessed to call many of you my friends.

One of those people I have met here in blog world is sweet Sarah.  I think Sarah was one of the first ten people to find my little blog.  She has remained such a faithful friend.  A while back Sarah hosted a fundraiser for another friend who is adopting and I was so excited to buy some of the pendants that she makes and sells in her etsy store.  Oh my goodness, when it arrived in the mail I was seriously impressed.  I LOVE my new pendants.  They are gorgeous.  I wear them all the time.  I love cute things--and these are totally cute.

I would love to bless one of you with TWO of Sarah's cute pendants.  I chose two that I love, and hope you will too. 

The first one is a pendant that was handmade with love and is made of a clear glass rectangle tile. The tile is  1 x 2 inches.


The pendant comes with an 20 inch, satin ribbon necklace.


All pendants come in a beautiful organza bag perfect for gift giving.



This is a beautiful, large 1 5/8 x 1 1/8, oval glass tile pendant handmade with love. This pendant is made with high quality glass and beautiful Italian paper with shimmers of gold.


This pendant comes with an organza ribbon necklace.


Sweet, huh?
Sarah and her hubby are adoptive parents who know and understand how tough fundraising to bring our children home really is.  She loves to use the gift that God has blessed her with to help families who are fundraising.  If you, or someone you know, is in the middle of fundraising to bring your darling home--please get in touch with Sarah.  I know that she would love to help out. She is such a treasure in the Kingdom of God and has a HUGE heart for the children around the world who wait for families.  Just contact her through her store right here.

So--how do you win these two beautiful pendants?

Easy as pie.  Just leave a comment.  Any 'ol comment will do.  If you are an anonymous commenter, be sure to leave a name so I know who you are.  You will have until Saturday night to enter. Enter for yourself, for your wife (go Aus--who has surely got to be the only man on the planet who reads my blog, other than my hubby, of course), your daughter, or for a friend.

Please support Sarah's business and help an orphan come home every time you purchase a pendant.

Have a totally blessed Thursday, sweet friends.

August 24, 2010

daddy's girl

This sweet little girl is such a Daddy's girl. "Da-Da", she calls him. It is one of the very few sounds that Haven is able to make.



Haven loves her date night with Daddy.  Every week Anthony takes one child at a time out for some one-on-one Daddy time.  It's a special time. The kids love it.  Haven knows when it's her turn.  She almost runs out the door with her Daddy, hand in hand. Not only does she get Daddy all to herself for a few hours, but she also gets to pick out a yummy treat.  What could be sweeter?

Haven may not communicate with words, but she sure does a great job at letting us know how she feels about things.  Her smile alone lights up a room. She is such a treasure in our family.

Her date with Daddy is the cutest thing.  While she devours her treat, Anthony asks her simple questions.  She either nods, or shakes her head in response. The only thing that she really cares about is that she is right where she wants to be--with the man who loves her the most in this life. The one with arms that never grow weary of holding her tight. Her protector. Her Daddy. No words are necessary to have the best time ever on her date night with him.

Who needs words anyway? Most of the time they just get in the way.

I have so much to learn from my beautiful daughter.

August 23, 2010

a hug from my past

Goodness gracious, our days have been full to overflowing.  Filled with the Father's most abundant blessings.

The blessings came in the form of a friend. An old friend who came to visit us. We went to school together.  Gosh, school feels like it was just yesterday AND a very long time ago all at the same time.  Weird. 

It was so much fun having my friend Megan and her son with us. Our kids loved having a friend around, and I loved having an old friend to catch up with.  We reminisced about the good old days, got caught up on who got married, who's had kids, and who's doing what with their lives, drank hot tea with milk, watched some crazy Afrikaans videos on YouTube, laughed about things that happen in South Africa, and we sorted out all the problems in the world in our four days together.  Fun!

I truly have been blessed in my life.  As we have moved and lived in various places around the world, the Lord has been so gracious to bring some incredible women into my life.  Many of them I know I will be friends with for life.  But one of the hardest things about leaving my country has definitely been not having old friends and my family around.  I miss them so much, and it just does not get easier as the years pass by. I so appreciate it when the Lord gives me an opportunity to spend time with someone who I have not seen for many years.  He is so good to make sure that I do it fairly regularly too.  The timing is always perfect.  Just when I need a hug from my past--He sends me one in the flesh.

Being with Megan has been such a treat in the last few days. A special gift from the Lord.

Together with my dear hubby, she came up with a plan to get me out of the house and enjoying some alone time--something I hardly ever get to do.  I got treated to a few hours at a spa on Saturday.  Oh my word--heaven on earth, I tell you.  I absolutely loved it. I came home feeling like a new mom.

Later that day, a local church arranged for the fire department to spray the neighborhood kids in the park across the street. Our eight children wasted no time in getting in on the fun.

These two angels thought there was nothing sweeter than a cool sprinkling on a hot summers day.



Can you just tell how much Hailee is game for anything fun? Look at her face in the picture below.

Yep--this girl may be tiny in body, but she is HUGE in the play department.  As far as Hailee is concerned, the wilder something is, the more fun it is.  She's our crazy girl. 



Then we got in a little bit of history.  Nothing like forcing this mommy to get her rear into gear for the new school year--which I guess should have actually begun for us already.  Um, yeah, maybe this week.



One of my treasures is getting ready for his first year of official schooling.  Oh my--how does it come so quickly?  Surely my baby boy is not ready for kindergarten yet? Why oh why must they grow up so fast?



And what would a visit from friends be without a trip to the water?

Where sweet big brothers entertained their water-loving baby sisters. Hailee and Harper love, love, love the water. They can literally be turning into raisins and still they want to stay in the water.  I have noticed how they have gotten more and more adventurous each time we have been in the water this summer.  First they were content to just put their toes in, then they allowed us to put their bottoms in.  These days they scoot themselves deeper and deeper until I actually have to pull them to where it is a little more shallow.

Learning and growing every single day.



We praise God for each and every milestone they reach.

And each and every tender kiss on the cheek.



We're so thankful for big kids who adore their little sisters.



We're absolutely making the most of these final days of summer. 



I love boys.  I love that God decided I needed to be a mommy to boys.  Boy are totally fun.  Don't you think?

They cannot help themselves.  They just have to rough and tumble.  No matter how big or how little they are. Whether they're on dry land--or in the water.

Boys will be boys. And I love it.



And sweet baby angels will be sweet baby angels.



And sleepy eyes that can no longer stay awake need their bed, not a box.

Such a busy few days.



Thank you, Megan, for the beautiful gift of your friendship and for spending precious days with my family.  We all love you and will miss you madly. 

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Thank you to all of you who shared about your own personal experiences regarding feeding issues with your own children.  I so appreciate each and every comment you left in my last post regarding Hailee and her growth.  You sure have given me a lot of food for thought.  I have taken it all to heart and will start looking into your many suggestions. I will keep you posted.

August 20, 2010

grow baby grow

Today the scale says nineteen pounds. Again. Our little girl is not growing. When we came home from the Ukraine she gained four pounds fast. But in the last six or seven weeks, there has been nothing. She's actually lost a pound. She eats pretty well--but still no growth.



Some have recommended growth hormones. But I'm not sure about that. It just doesn't feel right. But we have not researched it, so I'm completely ignorant on stuff like that.

I actually ache for her when I look at her tiny little body and remind myself that she is not a baby, but a five year old.

Trying to make the best decisions for our teeny little angel. Some days I wish the answers would be easier to find.

So thankful that she is right here with us. How blessed we are.

We adore you, honey girl.

August 18, 2010

anthony shares

 If you have not read the post before this, rather go and read it before you read this one. 

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First of all, let me say how incredible you all are! Your responses to Adeye's post on modesty show great thought and wisdom.

This is a very hot topic, and I’m blogging because I want to give a man’s perspective.

All comments, save one or two, leaned toward modesty, while one person in a comment stated “Oh, please. What year are we living in?”

I wish it were that easy. If the times or cultural mores dictated how modest or not to be, this would be a no-brainer. Sort of.

In Munich where I lived, I knew a German woman who spent every day at a popular park, where hundreds of men and women sunbathe half or fully naked. But she would NEVER walk down the street topless because it would be “immodest.” (Ee-ur-ee-ur. That’s me scratching my head.)

Fly to Afghanistan and a woman is quick to cover the top of her hand to remain modest.

Fact is, if times or cultures defined modesty, then modesty becomes subjective. And you know what? It is. The Bible gives no guidelines, as many of you have, as to how to cover up. God leaves it completely up to you, girls and mothers, how to fulfill His biblical mandate to dress modestly.

The Pharisees ran into this problem with the Sabbath. The Bible teaches that no “work” is to occur on the Sabbath. But to ensure that they would never violate this law, which was ambiguous to them, they came up with a list of other laws to keep them far from this threat. This was a GOOD thing that they did, but Jesus criticized them for elevating their extra laws to the level of what God’s laws stated. Ouch.

In my humble opinion, modesty, like all other areas of God’s guidance, is an issue of the heart. AND common sense.

Are women responsible for men’s lust? In some cases, most definitely, especially if they wear next to nothing.  But ultimately, lust is a man's responsibility with what he does with it.  Just because I see a near naked woman on the street does not justify me accosting her.  God simply asks us to do our part, as it reads in Romans 14:19-22:


“Let us therefore make every effort to do what leads to peace and to mutual edification. Do not destroy the work of God for the sake of food. All food is clean, but it is wrong for a man to eat anything that causes someone else to stumble. It is better not to eat meat or drink wine or to do anything else that will cause your brother to fall.”


Fact: Men are more sexually turned on by sight.

In an article in a NON-CHRISTIAN magazine, Women’s Health (May 2009), a doctor writes, “A powerful pleasure cocktail of endorphins and epinephrine (hormones responsible for arousal and alertness) are released while a man watches porn.”

Like food, showing off your body is an issue of the heart, a consideration (or lack of it) toward others.  All God is asking us is to consider what COULD lead others to sin, then don't do it, even though we have every right!  We don't need to ask every man on the street how he feels about the dress we're wearing in order to be sensitive.  We simply remain aware of what causes men to stumble, then have the heart to dress accordingly.

Girls, mothers, even grandmothers, there are brothers falling all around us today. And even more since our time on earth is very short. Satan is upping the ante. He’s going out all-guns for the church. And a HUGE area he’s focusing on is sexual impurity.

Fathers, take up your spiritual headship of your family and impart the heart—not as Pharisaic law, but through a love relationship with your daughter whom you dote over. Form your words so that it’s like the heavenly Father speaking directly to her about how beautiful she is in the pure beauty of her heart.

Girls, do not listen to others, even others in your church, who encourage you to flaunt your God-given body. It’s not yours to flaunt in the first place. Let Jesus grab your heart. I trust His Holy Spirit to guide you in this as you seek His face.

Now I want to end with a story about common sense.

A very good friend of ours, I’ll call him Ethan, is a young 19-year-old man. And he is also very good looking. VERY. Ethan also loves Jesus immensely and strives to control sexual temptation. Ethan has church-hopped a bit, not because he’s flighty or an immature Christian, but because the teen girls in those churches dressed no differently from those in the world. Ethan was looking for a girl who was so confident with who she is in Jesus, that she didn’t need to use her body to bait the big catch.

The girls in those churches dressed (or didn’t!) that way, but like any other prize fish, too much bait makes the big one swim away.

How sad. They just drove away the man of their dreams, a man who’s after God’s own heart and who will love a woman like no worldly man can, because they wanted to entice him with their flesh. These girls will land someone, rest assured. And he may even be charming and goodlooking. But they’ll snag a guy who fell in love with the goods first, then was hoping the brain and the spirit caught up with it.

If you happen to be one of those girls reading this, I got news for you—The Ethans of our churches don’t want someone like you. You wanted him to “stumble,” and to stumble right into your arms, and the Ethans know it.

You are in the world but are not OF it. Show off your Jesus-vibrant soul, not your body. You don’t have to dress like a Benedictine nun to be trendy, and yes, to look cute.

Let your Jesus light shine from the inside, and let your beauty beam from your “inner self,” as it’s stated in 1 Peter 3:4. That’s the stuff world-changers are made of. Change your heart, change your wardrobe, then go and change the world.

August 16, 2010

the "m" word

My little girl is growing up so fast.  As she fast approaches her eighth birthday in two weeks time, I am loving a more mature relationship with her.  She's noticing a lot more stuff around her.  All of a sudden she seems to have gone from a very little girl, to a young lady who is growing and maturing.

While I would love to keep all my children little forever, that is not reality.  Our kids grow up before our very eyes.  I'm told that college comes way too quickly for most moms.  I think I'll be one of those.  I really do love each and every day that I have my children in my home.  I can't even imagine what it is like to navigate the teen years.

Anyway.

Hannah-Claire's recent interest in things that were never at all important to her have opened up some very interesting conversations between the two of us. I am learning fast that raising girlies is so different to raising sons. When the 'boy issues' come up, I just send them to Daddy.  With the girls, well, that's my department, and I have to learn as I go.  I've never raised an eight-year-old girl before.  This is new for me.

It goes without saying that I don't want Hannah-Claire (or any of my children for that matter) to make the same mistakes I did growing up.  Not that I was a bad kid--but I did make some choices that I deeply regretted later in my life. Things that I so wished I could have changed, but we all know it is impossible to turn back the hands of time.  I am so thankful for God's grace and mercy.

One of the things that comes up quite a lot between my daughter and I these days is the topic of modesty.  Hannah-Claire is no dummy.  She is smart, alert, curious, and in tune to the things that happen around her.  She notices things.  More so now that ever before.  She notices what other girls are wearing, or rather, what they're not wearing.  And thankfully she knows that she can talk about the things that her eyes see.  We chat a lot about modesty and what we, as Christians, are expected to do about it. 

Our recent discussions sure have got me thinking a lot.  One thing that I have thought about is how very little the subject of modesty is taught about, or even spoken about, in churches.  Anthony and I have been part of many churches as we have moved and traveled.  You know, I cannot remember one time that I have even heard it taught.  Why is that?  Why does the church NOT guide young (and older) woman in what is appropriate to put on our bodies?

Why?

Why is it that an eighteen-year-old young lady can walk into a church with a mini-skirt on that makes some members of the congregation gasp for breath--yet the poor thing has never even heard that it is not appropriate, and that she really should cover up a tad more. It's not her fault. Why is the message not being taught?  Or perhaps it is just not taught in the circles we have mixed in over the years.  I don't know. 

We don't watch a lot of TV at all.  We prefer to let our children watch movies that we have researched and approve of. I can almost fall over backwards when I see some of the things on TV.  Oh my word.  A couple of weeks ago my son happened to be looking for a movie to watch.  He was flicking through the kids channels and happened to stop on one.  There before my eyes was Miley Cyrus singing at some teen music awards wearing next to nothing at all--and swinging on a pole.  Are you kidding me?  Seriously?  Is this what the next generation of young people has become?  Lord have mercy.  What is going on in this world?  I'm sorry, Miley, but we just cannot have you as a role model for our girls who are growing up.  Miley, we PRAY that you do not follow in the footsteps of Britney Spears, who started out the same way.

It all leaves me with such a bad feeling.  I hate the things that I see on the streets.  It is not okay for anyone to have their breasts hanging out.  It is not okay to wear a skirt that is seriously lacking in fabric.  It is not okay--not for the girl NOR for the young men (like ours are becoming) who have to control their eyes and their thoughts.  How in the world are Christian men meant to remain pure in thought when they are bombarded with images daily that could cause them to stumble?  I feel sorry for men.  I really do.  According to Dr Dobson, it is a fact that God created a man to be attracted by sight.  How on God's green earth do teenage boys even concentrate in high school when they have a scantily clad young lady sitting right next to them?  Sheesh, talk about a lesson in self control.

Whew, friends, how far the world has strayed from the life of purity we are called to live.

I long for Hannah-Claire to understand the heart of God even when it comes to dress.  Of course the Father cares about what she wears.  Should not any Daddy care about what his sweet daughter looks like when she leaves the house?  I want her to get it in her heart that things like this really do matter.  And so we're establishing a foundation really early with her.  We are careful to guide her when it comes to her choice of clothes. We want her to know that God requires modesty, and that it is a good thing. But it has to become a heart issue with her.

I am learning along this journey of having little kids that are becoming bigger kids.  It's challenging. It is hard to find the balance in some things. We're are not the kind of homeschooling family that believes that we should only wear long skirts.  While we absolutely do respect the families who make that choice, it's so not us.  We like to find bargains that are trendy and cute. We love to shop clearance racks for fashionable items. The sad reality is that it is hard to find clothes that are fashionable and modest. It seems that as the years pass the latest fashions have less and less fabric to them.  I seriously feel like I hit the jackpot when I come home with something that is made in 2010 AND has more than half a yard of fabric.

So what do you think about modesty?  I would love to hear how some of you mamas are raising your girls to get the message of modesty in their hearts?

Where do you draw the line with things like....

~~~  Is it okay for Christian woman to wear a bikini at the beach, or not?

~~~  Shorter than short shorts are the latest thing.  But how short is too short?

~~~  What about body hugging shirts?  Is that okay?

~~~  Do you think that the message of modesty needs to be taught more in the church?  Are we failing our young woman by not guiding them in this?

Tell me what you think.  I'd love to hear.

August 14, 2010

today I...

~~~  Slept a little later than I usually do.  It felt so good.

~~~  Felt so exceedingly blessed.  And I mean blessed. We have recently been given a passenger van big enough for our family.  Given!  For the last three months we have been going places in two cars as we had outgrown ours.  Until someone who cared felt led by the Lord to help out.  Oh my goodness, we are so absolutely thankful. Such a wonderful gift from a dear friend. Manna straight from heaven.  Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine that the car I drive would be a huge passenger van. Just as well God doesn't show us the future when we're twenty years old.

~~~  Missed my family in South Africa something awful.  I don't know why, but for some reason I have been missing them so much recently.  I have been living overseas for nine years now, and still the aching in my heart remains. How I long for heaven when every tear will be wiped away.

~~~  Got concerned about my Hailee girl.  It has been well over a month since she has gained any weight.  She is still hovering at nineteen or twenty pounds.  My five year old angel needs to grow more. She seems to have lost her appetite a bit. She is having horrible issues with swallowing--the food just does not go down easily.  I need to make an appointment to have a swallow study done soon.

~~~  Had a really, really, really, really bad attitude about doing housework.  Why oh why does it seem to be so never ending on some days?

~~~  Ran to the grocery store to stock up on the pantry that seems to get empty in the blink of an eye.  Who in the world eats all the food I buy?  Surely we don't eat that much?  Um, yeah, I guess we do.

~~~  Loved the slightly cooler weather we had today. 

~~~  Received three packages of homeschooling supplies.  Now I just have to figure out where to pack it.  We are so short on storage space in this little house. Time to get creative.

~~~  Wondered what has happened to summer?  Where did it go so fast?  I'm not ready for school to start.

~~~  Visited an awesome, totally amazing church.  They're doing it---fulfilling the great commission, that is.  269 people saved through their various ministries in just one week.  We witnessed scores of people running up to the altar to receive salvation. Yep, I think they get it.

~~~  Could not believe that all seven of my children actually stayed in children's church for the entire duration of the service.  Miracles do still happen I tell you.

~~~ Begged the Lord for His healing hand to be upon sweet Lily.  What a crazy journey my friend Rachel has had.  Just home from China and into the hospital with Lily. No fun at all.

~~~ Loved the view from in here...



~~~  Decided on paint colors to get going on some new projects.

~~~ Had an interesting conversation with my almost six year old about the recent VBS he did.

Us:  "Did you have a fun time at VBS, Cade?"

Cade: "Yes, it was so much fun."

Us:  "Did you learn about God and Jesus?"

Cade:  "YES--they are obsessed with God there!"

Good, we love it.

Didn't even know he knew the obsessed word. But I guess he did. He's growing up so fast.

~~~  Laughed when Hannah-Claire asked Connor if the "blizzard" he had when he went out on a date with Daddy was cold.  That girl keeps us giggling.

~~~  After seeing a very pregnant woman I tried to remember what it felt like to have a child growing in the womb. Why does it seem like such a long time ago for me?

~~~  Loved the beautiful hydrangeas my sweet hubby bought me for no reason at all.  Feeling loved has got to be one of the sweetest feelings in the world.

It's been a good day.

August 12, 2010

your love has given me great joy, brother

"Say of your brothers, 'My people,' and of your sisters, 'My loved one.'
Hosea 2:1



"Be devoted to one another in brotherly love. Honor one another above yourselves."

Romans 12:10



"Your love has given me great joy and encouragement, because you, brother, have refreshed the hearts of the saints."

Philemon 1:7



"You have sincere love for your brothers, love one another deeply, from the heart."

1 Peter 1:22



"The ransomed of the LORD will return. They will enter Zion with singing; everlasting joy will crown their heads. Gladness and joy will overtake them, and sorrow and sighing will flee away."

Isaiah 51:11
 


Such love.  My heart can explode!

August 10, 2010

celebrating imperfections

There are so many things about living in our modern day culture that drive me crazy.  Okay, so some things I just darn well hate.  One of those things is how we feel the need to "fix" everything.  If it's broken, just fix it.  Most of the time we "fix" something by going out and buying a new one.  Easy!  Boy how things have changed from a hundred years ago when people actually made do with less-than-perfect things.  These days we're all about perfection. We're all about living in debt to support our perfect lifestyle. Our homes must be perfect, our cars need to be upgraded constantly, we're bombarded with never ending ways we can perfect the way we look...everything must be picture perfect.

And sadly, so must our children.

Even our children with special needs.

It drives me nuts.  When did we ever become a society who cared more about what our children are instead of who they are? 

Everywhere I go it's the same old same old--therapists and people in the know recommending ten thousand therapies (both old and new) that "are sure to get your child functioning like a normal child."  Are you kidding me? Everyone wants to "fix" my children--not today, certainly not tomorrow, but like yesterday. Don't get me wrong, I know that they mean well.  But why the urgency?  What's the rush? 

You know what?  I don't care about that stuff.  I don't.  We never set out to adopt four children with special needs so that we could try our darndest to make them perfect as soon as their little feet hit American soil. We don't even want to "fix" them.  It's not going to happen. 

Maybe we just see things differently around here. At least these days we do. We have changed so much since adopting our first daughter with significant needs. Haven joined our family twenty months ago as a frightened child who cowered away in every corner out of fear of being beaten.  She was terrified of anything and everything that moved.  Naturally we wanted to help her.  The advice?  Put her in a public school with thirty kindergartners and let her "immerse" herself in the language and the culture.  Give her a place where she can have every therapy under heaven and earth to help her catch up with her peers.

Being the dumb parents that we were at the time--we went against our gut instinct and took their advice.  Bad move!  Haven regressed something awful.  She could not deal with thirty little children who were loud and wild. She did not trust the many therapists who tried to help her. Trust for Haven is huge. She totally went backwards. We ended up having to put her in diapers (she was 8 years old). It was a complete disaster.

We seriously went back to the drawing board and had to rethink things.  We went back to what we knew all along--Haven needed a safe place. She needed her family.  That's it! She did not need every therapy forced upon her.  She did not need thirty other children to help her adjust to her new life.  No, she needed only us, her family.  We went back and told the people who were assigned to help her, "Thanks, but no thanks, this is so not going to work for our daughter in this season of her life."

A major lesson for us. 

My oh my do we see things differently these day. We've eased up on trying to find solutions to help Haven speak. We do what we can to help her, and leave the rest in the very capable hands of her God who adores her. Heck, if she finds her words someday, great.  If not, great.  Why should we put pressure on her to speak?  She communicates with us just fine.  We know her needs without her even having to say a single solitary word. Why should we compare her to other nine year olds and expect her to reach the same milestones? That is an unfair expectation to place on her.  Haven is Haven--she is uniquely and beautifully created in the image of an Almighty God. We have learned to go at Haven's pace--not ours!

So it is with Hailee and Harper.  I promised them here that I would never push them beyond what they are capable of, and I meant it.  Of course we will ensure that they do get the therapy that will help them learn new things--but anything above and beyond what is absolutely necessary can just wait for now.  They have only been home for three months for goodness sakes. We know they'll catch up in due time.  Right now all they really need is us, their family--so much more than they need to be carted and carried around to the things that everyone suggests I try to help them catch up. There has to be a balance with this stuff.

As far as we're concerned they're perfect just the way they are.  Whether they start to walk or speak in six months, one year, or even two years is just a big whatever to us.  We celebrate them just the way they are.  We know that they will learn and grow because that's what children do when they are loved and cherished--they cannot help it.  They soak it up like a sponge.

Yes, we will absolutely ensure that our children get the best of help available. But truthfully, most of it can wait for now.  I don't care that Betty Sue's one year old son who has Down syndrome is already walking.  And so what if Susie's two year old can recite the first ten letters of the alphabet.  I will never compare my children to anyone elses, that just lines them up for failure. These three blessings of ours have spent the first years of their lives locked up in awful orphanages. They have endured more than my heart can stand.  Right now the most important thing we can do for them is shower them with love and care and catch up on so many missed years of cuddles and kisses.  That's what matters most. Home and family are the best therapy they could ever have in this season of their lives. The rest can wait.

Celebrating and embracing imperfection in a world obsessed with perfection.

August 5, 2010

priceless

You turned my wailing into dancing; you removed my sackcloth and clothed me with JOY.      
 
Psalm 30:11

August 4, 2010

rethinking things

We're loving our lazier days.  Life seems to have slowed down just a little in our home.  I am being purposeful to make August as lazy as possible.  School is just around the corner (for which I am so not organized yet) and I would love to start out feeling somewhat rested (if that is even possible). It's been such a crazy time for us in the last few months. Recently we've been sleeping a little later in the mornings, having breakfast just before lunch, going to bed a wee bit later than usual, changing out of our pj's whenever we feel like it, and just hanging out together. While my hands are itching to paint and get my home 100% organized, I know that it can wait. God has me in a season of being still.  And that's okay.  There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens.

We've been making some major lifestyle adjustments around here.  It's been so good for us.

Anthony and I have been married for over thirteen years now.  We've lived in twelve houses in that time. We've lived on three continents, traveled overseas more times than I care to count, made many friends along the way, said goodbye too many times for my heart to handle, been involved in every type of ministry under the sun, lost two parents way too soon, renovated most of our homes from top to bottom, and accumulated seven beautiful blessings along the way.  Life sure has been busy. We've poured ourselves into many things the Lord has brought our way--some we have done well, others have been a big lesson in growth and maturing in our walk with the Father.

We have recently realized (I know, sometimes we're so darn slow to get it) how terribly we have neglected one area in our lives.  One area that should, I know, be a top priority.  Time together.  Just me and my hubby.  Goodness but we have neglected our time together. We have no family around, which certainly has made it a little challenging, but still, there are always ways around it. Sure, we have always made time for each other when the kids are in bed, or when Anthony comes home from work (the kids know that those first moments when Daddy walks in the door are Mommy and Daddy's time), but we know that it is not enough face-to-face time.


And so we're working it out.  I have a dear friend who lives just a few doors down from me.  Last weekend she came and watched our kids while Anthony and I went out on a date.  It felt so wonderful to get dressed up, put on some heels, get out of my mommy clothes, and go out with the man that I adore, the one the Father has blessed me with.  We had such a good time just being together. Thank you, K, I appreciate your servants heart more than you will ever know.  You are such a blessing to my family.

More time together is definitely on the cards.  We're making it a top priority. Having been involved in ministry for many years now we have seen over and over again how the enemy tears families apart. We have seen how he attacks marriages. His vicious attacks on family are more aggressive than ever.  Any crack in the foundation and he'll come right in and cause major division.  We're keeping our foundation strong!

After months of craziness and upheaval, we decided that it was about time we started exercising again. We're so blessed to have an awesome park right around the corner of our home.  Anthony and I have reignited our love for playing tennis. We love keeping in shape and being active together. We love that our children like being active and doing outdoor things. They would much rather be on their skateboards than inside playing video games. I'm so thankful for that. I am so not a fan of video games. We find every opportunity to get them out of the house and into the sunshine, even when it's hot. We take everyone in the family along when we play together--we work it out with the littler children. Big kids take turns to play with them on the grass, or on the swings while Mom and Dad play tennis.  As someone once said, a family that plays together stays together.  I like that.

Some times it is such a challenge to find a healthy balance between marriage, children and everything else that has to fit in-between.  We're still learning as we grow.

So many of you have written to ask me if  Wade and Yuri's family will be blogging their journey to the boys.  I am so excited that they will!  You can follow Wade and Yuri's amazing journey home here.  I am beyond excited that these two special little boys are getting out of that room and coming home soon. I cannot even tell you what it does to my heart to know that. 

I'm working on some major changes here on my blog. So exciting.

August 3, 2010

any ideas?

Update:

Thanks so much for helping me out this afternoon, friends.  The decision is unanimous--88% of you said keep one blog! Thanks to all of you who wrote to me with your ideas and sharing what has and has not worked for you on your own blogs.  I appreciate it so very much.  One blog with everything it will be. I have some work to do.

Thanks for voting on the poll thingy.  I'm going to close it now.

Learning as I go.

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I cannot believe that August is already here.  Time seems to be running away from me.  I start out every day with great intentions to get a whole list of things done--well, yeah, it never happens.  I fall into bed at night knowing that my to do list will just have to try and happen tomorrow.

So I have to tell you guys that I have finally come to the realization that I have to give up.  For months now I have been trying so hard to get on top of my unanswered emails.  I love that so many people write to me and share their hearts, and I have tried to respond to most.  But it is absolutely impossible.  I find myself still sitting at my computer at midnight (because I try not to use the computer during the day when I am with my kids) trying to catch up on replying to emails. I just never seem to get there. My days do not have enough hours, and I have to keep the balance between family, computer and everything in between.  My family will always come first.

Many write to me with the same kind of questions--where do I start with the adoption process?  How can we raise money? Can you please let your blog readers know about our fundraiser to bring our sweetie home? How did God lead your family to your four adopted children?  And I get emails from people asking me to please let readers here know about an urgent situation where a child desperately needs a family.

Trust me, I long to do all those things, and I will.  But I'm at a bit of a crossroads now, and I would love to know what you think.

I'm praying about some changes here on my blog. I have a few options that I'm looking into. I'm trying to find a way that I can share a lot of information, and a place where most of the FAQ's can be answered. I just don't know how God is going to lead me in this.  I know that some read my blog to follow our family's unfolding story.  And there are others that come here to find out about adoption and our journey to bring our daughters home.

I'm not sure if I should have two different blogs, or one bigger blog that gives me the ability to have more detail on it....family, daily life, adoption, waiting children, etc, all on one blog.

Since you guys are the ones who so faithfully come here to read this little blog of mine, I figured that you would be the best ones to ask. Should I expand this blog to include more things including our daily lives?  Or, one blog for family and a separate blog for adoption?

Thanks for your help, friends, I appreciate it heaps.  Thank you for journeying with me.

August 1, 2010

can you believe...

That this is the same child we brought home from the Ukraine just ten weeks ago?


In less than three months she has gone from a malnourished little five year old who weighed only sixteen pounds, could hardly sit up on her own, could not eat solid food, cried constantly, scratched the back of ears until they were raw, rocked back and forth to comfort herself, made strange sounds, was constantly overwhelmed, was afraid of everything, hated loud noises, chewed her fingers until they were calloused, had terrible reflux, ground her teeth to stumps...

to this...


A beautiful little girl who is thriving, growing, learning, blossoming and becoming all that God has created her to be.

Is anything impossible for the Lord?

Is there not hope for every single child?

Adoption changes lives!
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