tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3168644529358618112024-03-13T21:05:54.716-05:00 A Chosen ChildJennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.comBlogger505125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-72991001226398790792015-03-25T16:09:00.001-05:002015-03-25T16:09:49.366-05:00The freedom to dream<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is a foster child who has become a part of our life, he is almost an official adult (as if anyone becomes an adult on their 18th birthday more than they were on their 17years and 364th day of life). He is has a sheepish grin, is good at telling stories, he is the coolest person our son has ever met. He wears his hair down over his eyes and is always reaching up to push it aside so he can just peek out to see you. You still can't see him, and maybe that's the point.<br />
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This child who's almost a man but still entirely a child, M, came into our life through a mentorship relationship with Kyle. He's not part of my life really, I have only had the privilege of spending time with him a handful of times over the past two years, though he takes up residence in my thoughts, and prayers, and worries on a regular basis.<br />
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The other day Kyle came home frustrated after spending time with M, a common emotion after their meetings, because though we love him, we cannot control him and never really will be able to. But we have wisdom he does not possess to see the path before him is so rocky, that just to keep him in one piece will be a success. We want so much to give him something more in this world and are not entirely sure how to do it or even if it's possible. Kyle finally said to me, "he wants to take a year off before taking any sort of classes."<br />
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Taking a year off is actually not a bad idea, he is not ready in anyone's opinion to go somewhere alone to college. But we understand that for him saying he's taking a year off is not taking a year off, it is choosing a permanent path of something less than what is possible for him. It is becoming stuck in a life he will not choose, a pattern repeating, a destiny the world says is the only one he deserves.<br />
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I looked at Kyle and tried to keep the emotion out of my voice, "he is scared, and if he never tries he will never fail." Then I spent the rest of the night going round and round with God in prayer for M, who I care about in a way that makes no logical sense to me. I was trying to understand him, trying to figure out the magic formula to "fix" him, trying to convince God to just make this easy for everyone. Finally it occurred to me, M doesn't know how to dream.<br />
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Dreaming, it's a skill, one that some are never taught, and others like those stuck in the foster care system have stomped out of them. What if no one wanted you, others hurt you and convinced you you were less than. What if someday you would turn a magical number and then even those who cared for you in oder to earn a paycheck left you on your own. What if you had never been taught how to be an adult, how to save money, cook, or interview for a job, but you were expected to figure those things out on your own when the state decided you were no longer their problem.<br />
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You would not have the luxury of having goals, or ambitions, or dreams. You would hopefully have the will to survive, to meet your basic needs in anyway you could, to get through each day. The past would be something you tried to forget, to numb away. The future would not be bright, you could not be anything you wanted to be, it would be another day, like this one, a day to survive.<br />
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When you ask M for his five year goals, top of the list is not a goal, rather it is what he does not want to become. He does not realize that that is strange, that he is not completing the task correctly, he lacks the ability or the confidence to say I dream of becoming someone, of being safe, of raising a healthy family of my own someday. He believes in the pit of himself that that life is for other people, people distinctively different from himself.<br />
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M accepted Christ as his savior a few months back and I have to tell you it gets me through moments when I can't wrap my mind around how to fix all that is broken in him. He has a glorious future, one he doesn't understand yet but we are showing him, teaching him of the promises of God which now fully belong to him. If I could give him anything in this life it would be this: to teach him how to dream. To give him a safe place to land so that when he fails like we all do, he can get up and chase after another dream. To convince him that he too can do great things, that he is worthy of love, of a future, of the freedom to dream.<br />
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<i><span class="chapter-2" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="text Ps-56-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><u>Psalms 56</u></span></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="chapter-2" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="text Ps-56-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">Be gracious to me, O God, for man <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14757D" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14757D" title="See cross-reference D">D</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>tramples on me;</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">all day long an attacker oppresses me;</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-2" id="en-ESV-14758" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">2 </span>my enemies trample on me all day long,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-2" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">for many attack me proudly.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-3" id="en-ESV-14759" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">3 </span>When I am afraid,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-3" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">I <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14759E" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14759E" title="See cross-reference E">E</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>put my trust in you.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-4" id="en-ESV-14760" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">4 </span>In God, whose word I praise,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-4" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">in God I trust; <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14760F" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14760F" title="See cross-reference F">F</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>I shall not be afraid.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-4" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">What can flesh do to me?</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="text Ps-56-5" id="en-ESV-14761" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">5 </span>All day long they injure my cause;<span class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-ESV-14761b" data-link="[<a href="#fen-ESV-14761b" title="See footnote b">b</a>]" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">[<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalms+56&version=ESV#fen-ESV-14761b" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #b34b2c; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top;" title="See footnote b">b</a>]</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-5" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">all their thoughts are against me for evil.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-6" id="en-ESV-14762" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">6 </span>They <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14762G" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14762G" title="See cross-reference G">G</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>stir up strife, they <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14762H" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14762H" title="See cross-reference H">H</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>lurk;</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-6" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">they <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14762I" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14762I" title="See cross-reference I">I</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>watch my steps,</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-6" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">as they have waited for my life.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-7" id="en-ESV-14763" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">7 </span>For their crime will they escape?</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-7" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14763J" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14763J" title="See cross-reference J">J</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>In wrath <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14763K" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14763K" title="See cross-reference K">K</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>cast down the peoples, O God!</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="text Ps-56-8" id="en-ESV-14764" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">8 </span>You have kept count of my tossings;<span class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-ESV-14764c" data-link="[<a href="#fen-ESV-14764c" title="See footnote c">c</a>]" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">[<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalms+56&version=ESV#fen-ESV-14764c" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #b34b2c; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top;" title="See footnote c">c</a>]</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; 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position: relative;"><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14764M" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14764M" title="See cross-reference M">M</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>Are they not in your book?</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-9" id="en-ESV-14765" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">9 </span>Then my enemies will turn back</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14765N" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14765N" title="See cross-reference N">N</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>in the day when I call.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-9" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><b>This I know, that<span class="footnote" data-fn="#fen-ESV-14765d" data-link="[<a href="#fen-ESV-14765d" title="See footnote d">d</a>]" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">[<a href="https://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalms+56&version=ESV#fen-ESV-14765d" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background: transparent; box-sizing: border-box; color: #b34b2c; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: top;" title="See footnote d">d</a>]</span> <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14765O" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14765O" title="See cross-reference O">O</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>God is for me.</b></span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-10" id="en-ESV-14766" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">10 </span>In God, whose word I praise,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-10" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">in the <span class="small-caps" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-variant: small-caps;">Lord</span>, whose word I praise,</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-11" id="en-ESV-14767" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">11 </span>in God I trust; <span class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14767P" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14767P" title="See cross-reference P">P</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></span>I shall not be afraid.</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-11" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">What can man do to me?</span></span></i></div>
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<i><span class="text Ps-56-12" id="en-ESV-14768" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><sup class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">12 </sup>I must perform my <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14768Q" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14768Q" title="See cross-reference Q">Q</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>vows to you, O God;</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-12" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">I will <sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14768R" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14768R" title="See cross-reference R">R</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>render thank offerings to you.</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-13" id="en-ESV-14769" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><sup class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; display: block; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; left: -4.4em; line-height: 22px; position: absolute; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">13 </sup><sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14769S" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14769S" title="See cross-reference S">S</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>For you have delivered my soul from death,</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;">yes, my feet from falling,</span></span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="text Ps-56-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14769T" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14769T" title="See cross-reference T">T</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup>that I may walk before God</span><br style="box-sizing: border-box;" /><span class="indent-1" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="indent-1-breaks" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: monospace; font-size: 0.42em; line-height: 0;"> </span><span class="text Ps-56-13" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box; position: relative;"><span style="font-size: 0.625em;"><sup class="crossreference" data-cr="#cen-ESV-14769U" data-link="(<a href="#cen-ESV-14769U" title="See cross-reference U">U</a>)" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-size: 0.625em; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;"></sup></span>in the light of life.</span></span></i></div>
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Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-75611888830182523552014-03-21T15:23:00.000-05:002014-03-21T15:23:00.493-05:00The reason I have loved these years<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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"Tomorrow when I wake up, I won't be your baby girl anymore!!" I looked down at Chloe so excited by her revelation, that apparently once you're four you are no longer a baby, and tried to smile back at her, knowing she had no idea that her declaration had felt like a kick to the stomach.<br />
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How is it possible that my baby, the youngest of my three, is not a baby. That no one needs me to change a diaper, zip a zipper, or rock them to sleep. I have lived through a season of firsts, followed by a season of lasts, quickly, and always followed by another season of firsts.<br />
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Is it normal to feel a bit out of sorts, to be completely aware that I am still so very needed (all day, everyday, mommy!!) and yet be far enough in to see the light at the end of the tunnel, and not be sure which way I want to walk? I know what you're thinking, just wait till your youngest is 14, or 40, this is nothing. But I have loved these years of the babies and toddlers, and I have perhaps just a little forgotten how to be myself without a baby on my hip.<br />
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So there is a part of me, maybe a large part, that wants more children simply because: I can do this. I know how to rock and soothe and get up in the middle of the night. I know how to hold hands and read books and snuggle. And yet my Father in heaven always seems to want me to depend on Him, who knows when I finally make it to "I can do this!," I have lost sight of the grace giver, forgetting anything good in me is all gift. Instead he seems to always be asking me to do those things that I have no idea how to do on my own. Like the first time I held each of my children, I remember feeling myself lean completely into Him and let go, the sheer terror of my helplessness made it easy.<br />
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So maybe that means He asking me to mother children who argue and fight and get in trouble at school, children that make me fall to my knees at the end of the day and beg God to fix everything I surely did wrong. Or maybe it has something to do with my husband's new found passion for teens in the foster system. Maybe it has something to do with my passion for spending time with the younger women from my Bible study. Or, maybe not, God is not so much for giving us a detailed picture of the future. He knows that our faith is made perfect in weakness, that we are quick to take over the reigns, and pat ourselves on the back for accomplishments that we have nothing to do with.<br />
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If I slow down and listen to the quite voice inside myself I realize, maybe that's it: the reason I have loved these years and my longing for them to stay, has less to do with diapers and loss of sleep, and more to do with how they have reminded me, daily, often hourly, of how very much I need my savior.<br />
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<br />Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-8697408891585105582013-12-09T10:55:00.000-06:002013-12-09T10:55:07.298-06:00Merry Christmas (the cheap way)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I LOVE Christmas cards, Christmas cards are my favorite :)! But this year my practical, penny pinching husband asked me if I could take the year off from Christmas cards to save money, I grudgingly said okay, though I wished he asked me before I spent 2 hours creating it online. Every time I go out to my mailbox this year I feel both elated and a little guilty opening y'alls cards, I don't want anyone to think I've forgotten them, so this year it's going to have to be the blogpost-not-as-good-as-paper-but-sure-is-a-lot-cheaper Christmas card.<br />
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This year was the year of weddings. Both my sister and a friend who is as close as a sister got married this year, and all five of us were in both weddings, yes you read that right me and Kyle and our three children 6 and under at the time were in two weddings in the span of six weeks. It was such an honor to have such important parts in these beautiful women's weddings but from about March through July that was what kept me busy, it was such a blessing, and it made us tired, we have officially retired from the wedding business :).<br />
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In the middle of those six weeks we squeezed in a two week trip to Yellowstone, Grand Tetons, Colorado, and Wyoming. It was a dream of mine to go to Yellowstone and it was the beautiful place I have ever been on this planet! I love road trips and I still do after this trip, meaning all went well and the kids did great. We drove 4000+ miles total over the two weeks, so I could use a professional car cleaning :). My one tip to you is book a year out so you can stay at one of the few hotels in the park, driving in and out like we did equals a LOT of driving. We went the first week in June and it was perfect, warm enough and just before peak season begins.<br />
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Kylynn and Jack are having such amazing years at school this year. I cannot begin to tell you how much their teachers have blessed our family. Jack is a Kindergarten rock star and I still can't believe that my baby is old enough to be in school. Kylynn is loving school and has decided she loves reading which make my heart so happy. Chloe wishes she went to school as much as the big kids but I'm happy to have her to myself half the week and happy for her to be at preschool the other half of the week :). She is so feisty and hilarious and my days alone with her are the highlight of my week. Lest I give the wrong impression our children drive me crazy with their bickering and we've developed a problem with arguing and back talking in 2 out of 3 of them, I am constantly coming before the Lord to ask Him to please oh please give me wisdom and patience and tell me what to do, because I certainly have no idea what I'm doing :).<br />
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In January Jack had surgery and then in October Kylynn broke her leg, through a freak accident at family camp. God has used these incidences to continue to teach me about turning to Him alone for comfort, another theme for me this year. I'm still working on it or rather He is still working on it in me. The three hours of Jack's surgery and the 24 hours after she broke her leg were probably the hardest this year for our family, but once we got home God began to show us how He would use this for our good, and for His glory. We were so well loved by God's family, so taken care of, so prayed for. God has answered those prayers, Jack's surgery was successful and without complications, Kylynn is doing great and although she will finish out the year/most of the year with a cast on He has provided for us fully.<br />
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We continue to work on gratitude around here. When I remember I ask the kids or myself and I write down what they say on a glass cabinet in our kitchen, with the hope that it helps us become intentional in giving thanks. Most of all this year we are grateful for our God, that He goes before us and prepares the way, that He goes with us and is a strong tower over us, that He will never leave us nor forsake us. Reflecting back on this year I remember that there has been a lot of trials but He has revealed His goodness and His glory in each one, He has shown Himself faithful and true. There has also been a lot of joy, like a lot! This year God has grown our desire for Him to make all things new, we long for more of Him, and our prayer is that we live our life next year in light of eternity even while living here on earth.<br />
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Merry Christmas friends, you are one of our greatest gifts!<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>"<span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">For to us a child is born, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">to us a son is given, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">and the government</span><span class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-17836R" title="See cross-reference R">R</a>)"></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">will be on his shoulders. </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">And he will be called </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">Wonderful Counselor,</span><span class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-17836T" title="See cross-reference T">T</a>)"></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">Mighty God, </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">Everlasting</span><span class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-17836V" title="See cross-reference V">V</a>)"></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">Father,</span><span class="crossreference" style="background-color: white; font-size: 0.65em; font-size: 0.65em; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(<a href="#cen-NIV-17836W" title="See cross-reference W">W</a>)"></span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span style="background-color: white; font-size: 16px;">Prince of Peace." Isaiah 9:6</span></i></span></div>
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<br />Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-74735003281532356002013-08-08T13:41:00.000-05:002013-08-08T13:41:40.700-05:00My one defense, my righteousnessYesterday was a hard day. I could give a list of excuses (the heat, the months of all kids all the time, the busyness) but lets' be honest, it boils down to this, I am a sinner. A sinner so very thankful for grace, because if this gift of salvation, of eternity in heaven with Him, had anything to do with me, even the me now who is walking with the Lord and has the Holy Spirit inside of me, it would have disappeared a long time ago.<br />
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When Kyle came home ready to celebrate his birthday, the dinner I had planned for him was still in the early stages and I had been interrupted so many times I lost my cool. He walked in a said in his kindest tone, are you okay, I could hearing you yelling at Kylynn out in the front yard. Oh yeah, I had blown it big time, I was yelling so loud at her out back that my husband could hear us in the front, which meant others could hear us to, others who I profess Jesus to and hope someday they will be willing to listen to the story of what He's done for me.<br />
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I started to despair, I started to hear the words of the enemy accusing me, telling me I was a failure at this mom thing, at this Christian thing, at all of it. But I had spent the week wrapped up in truth, I had been immersing myself every chance I got in listening to a Tony Evans podcast, I had been diving into the word, and praying in an effort to remain sane, as life began to grind me down. For the first time in a long time I had actually put on the full armor of God and I could feel a difference. I heard what the deceiver was telling me but it was merely a whisper, instead truth jumped to my mind, quickly and loudly. <br />
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I could see the going ons of heaven and it brought me such peace. I saw the courtroom where our heavenly Father, in complete holiness and justice, sits on the throne. I could see Satan come before him and list my sins, the ones I had just committed, that demanded punishment from a just God, demanding I be punished. But then Jesus interceded for me, "excuse me Father, that one she is mine, see right here her name is written in my book. And that sin yes, sin # 10,429,934, I see it right here, and written next to it is 'paid.' And the one she did right after that sin # 10,429,935, also paid, and the one Satan is going to bring to your attention in five minutes sin # 10,429,936, she hasn't done it yet, but it too is paid. I have paid her debt, the penalty she owes has been paid by my death on the cross, she does not owe a thing.<br />
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I was able to see the situation correctly, I was able to see myself correctly. I stopped and I asked for forgiveness, for help to repent from the sin of yelling that I often fall into. I found my daughter and asked for her forgiveness for what I had done, and I moved on. I sang the song that has been my anthem this summer, <i>"I need you, oh I need you! Every hour I need you. My one defense, my righteousness. Oh God how I need you!"</i> I made dinner, I loved my children, I celebrated my husband, and I made a mental note that immersing myself in God's word needs to always be the priority in my life, that it is the difference in living this life well and living a life of defeat.<br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Lord, I come, I confess<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Bowing here I find my rest<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Without You I fall apart<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />You're the One that guides my heart<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Lord, I need You, oh, I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Every hour I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />My one defense, my righteousness<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Oh God, how I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Where sin runs deep Your grace is more<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Where grace is found is where You are<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And where You are, Lord, I am free<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Holiness is Christ in me<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Lord, I need You, oh, I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Every hour I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />My one defense, my righteousness<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Oh God, how I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Teach my song to rise to You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />When temptation comes my way<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />And when I cannot stand I'll fall on You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Jesus, You're my hope and stay<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Lord, I need You, oh, I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Every hour I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />My one defense, my righteousness<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Oh God, how I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" /><br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />You're my one defense, my righteousness<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Oh God, how I need You<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />My one defense, my righteousness<br style="border: 0px none; font-size: 1em; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;" />Oh God, how I need You</span></i></div>
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Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-1153602909332551182013-06-19T23:06:00.002-05:002013-06-19T23:06:47.607-05:00Comrades<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I always wanted to be a mommy in this far off way, the way you want to be an astronaut or a cowgirl. Not because I had any idea what being a mommy means but because it's something that grown ups do, and it seemed fun, or at least something I could be good at, so you know sign me up.<br />
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I never guessed it would be the best thing. The thing that makes me say, "really God, Really, I get to do this." The thing that makes me cry my eyes out with both happy and sad tears, the thing that cracks me straight up, the thing that makes me look at my baby being three big years old already and makes me feel kind of panicky. As if He doesn't have something else to use me for, I'm a slow learner, I'm sure you've noticed by now.<br />
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Tonight as I made dinner, a big salad with green beans and mushrooms on the side (I got the evil eye from the kiddos), Chloe got herself dressed up in a tinkerbell costume. She was so proud of herself, so taken with her princessness. She asked me if I could change her hair into a ponytail (something about the spinning), and to put on a "dancing song." I could not wipe the grin off my face.<br />
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The next thing I knew I looked up from my chopping and she had found a baby doll and was holding it by both arms, bent low so the dolls feet touched the ground, swaying to the music. I decided dinner could wait, I decided to burn that image into my memory, I stood there crying, not allowing myself to take a picture because I would have had to look away.<br />
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She looked up at me and told me she was practicing for the Daddy daughter dance, and I just lost it. There is such good and bad wrapped up in being a mother. This good, it's so very good, but it wouldn't be nearly as joyful if it wasn't for the pain. I wouldn't realize how amazing that moment was if I hadn't lived through all the ones filled with pain, the ones where I begged God to fix all the broken places in her, in me, in us.<br />
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We're mother and daughter, sure, but the reason that sometimes I can't take my eyes of of her is because we're comrades her and I. We went in side by side and fought some of the biggest battles of our lives, we still fight them from time to time. We are bound together by a good God who puts the lonely in families, who takes the darkest days and turns them into laughter, who gives us grace upon grace. Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-2236119442419905292013-03-23T14:47:00.001-05:002013-03-23T14:47:56.385-05:00Today we celebrate<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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This week we celebrate Chloe and we remember and we try to reconcile the fact that two years ago I took my baby from the woman who had raised her's arms. That God can take one of the greatest signs of brokeness in this world and use it for good. Adoption is symbolic of the best thing, the God of the universe choosing us, of redemption, but to be sure the need for adoption only exists because of the fall, because of sin, because of evil.<br />
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So as my mind travels back in time today I feel the knot in my stomach and the tears sting my eyes, but then I look at her, this amazing gift, and I smile and I can breathe. Two years later she is mostly healed and she is mostly mine and she is mostly a carefree three year old girl.<br />
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<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUenOrIZzH0/UU4EmJg5NrI/AAAAAAAABps/zVFkxz6hP9c/s1600/P1260388.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-TUenOrIZzH0/UU4EmJg5NrI/AAAAAAAABps/zVFkxz6hP9c/s400/P1260388.JPG" width="400" /></a>On that day two years ago, we had headed out to the "Walmart" of Seoul, having not been able to find children's training chopsticks no matter where we searched in the days leading up , so we had taken the subway all the way out to use our last hours baby free for more shopping. We found them and also bought Chloe a baby doll set. But as usual we had underestimated the time it would take and so we had to travel straight from the store to our appointment. We splurged on a taxi, which turned out to be the right decision and the most soothing way for me to travel in the moments leading up to one of the hardest things I've ever done. We ate a quick lunch and walked down to our agency.<br />
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We were early so they had us wait in the lobby and at the sight every foster mommy who walked in carrying a baby my heart stopped, was that her? I hadn't received a picture of her in six months and was sure that I would not recognize her. I begin to cry overwhelmed with the stress of sitting in a room waiting to meet my one year old daughter for the first time. I tried so hard to stop myself, I knew I would shed so many tears in the hours and days to come, it seemed wasteful to start them so early, but my soul needed a release, a way to relax all that stormed inside of me.<br />
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<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVPPDVHaVdg/UU4EuUiOQJI/AAAAAAAABp0/hKhJvZZbW1A/s1600/P1260323.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-HVPPDVHaVdg/UU4EuUiOQJI/AAAAAAAABp0/hKhJvZZbW1A/s400/P1260323.JPG" width="300" /></a>When I finally met her in that room, it is only now that I can say I again recognize the girl who sat in her (foster) grandmother's lap and ate cheese puffs. She was confident and bossy, she was independent and sneaky. Kyle recorded our meeting this time something we regretted not doing with Jack, so I have a video of that entire meeting and it is one of the most painful things for me to see. The way I was so broken, I could not get a grip on myself, the bigness of the situation was not lost of me. Knowing what was to come, the way she was so oblivious to the forever goodbyes she would say, without any understanding of what was happening to her.<br />
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God never gave me more than I can handle, instead he was my strength through that entire time. I had long ago reached my end, it was Him alone working through me that day and all I could do was obey moment by moment, breath by breath.<br />
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A few days ago, I lost her at the store, it was her birthday and she was wearing a fancy pink dress with a fancy pink sweather and her nicest shoes, her sister had dressed her for the outfit she deemed appropiate on a third birthday and although I knew that it was way too fancy for all the things in would encounter throughout our day I embraced the celebration. And then there I was standing in Kroger, having turned my back for a second and she was gone. In scariest 90 seconds of my life, I felt the panic rising up in me, and had the strangest thought came to the front of my mind, how will I tell her birth mom that I lost her.<br />
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There is nothing simple about my children's stories or the way I feel about them. There is no way I could explain to you how deep I have learned to love, how much adoption has been used in my sanctification, how my greatest gifts can be some the hardest most painful days of my life. But today we just celebrate because it all boils down to, Chloe. A gift from God, a blessing and a privledge, my baby girl.<br />
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Today I'm blogging over at <a href="http://hopefulinfertile.blogspot.com/2013/03/hindsight-series-part-3-jenny.html" target="_blank">Hope Does Not Disappoint</a>, my friend's blog about their journey through infertility. I'm talking about <a href="http://hopefulinfertile.blogspot.com/2013/03/hindsight-series-part-3-jenny.html" target="_blank">Waiting</a> for children (no not the kind I do now when I wait 10 minutes for them to finally come down stairs so we manage to only be five minutes late to school) the kind I did before my children came to me and what it taught me.<br />
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If you are in the process of waiting on children check out all of<a href="http://hopefulinfertile.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"> the posts from this week</a>, she is doing a series of different woman talking about their journeys, and they each have gained such wisdom and grace from the trials they went through.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-18016589671901541592013-01-23T22:09:00.000-06:002013-01-23T22:22:52.261-06:00This is what God did todayI was up to my ears in grace today, left shaking my head in wonder, and grabbing another tissue to dot at the corner of my eyes. Why am I always so surprised by our God, is it possible that I still do not understand the way He loves me, my children, you, us? Will I ever learn to expect the way He moves?<br />
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Last night my plans for Jack's upcoming surgery got flipped upside down and I was left feeling stunned and scared and hurt and confused. But eventually I felt his peace seeping into my heart, I could hear his word spoken, <i>great are the plans I have you, plans to give you a hope and a future, plans for your good and not for harm</i>.<br />
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I should have seen it coming, just the day before I had started to fret about the surgery and so I began to take control: to plan and make lists and assure myself that as long as I was in control everything was going to be okay. As I lay in bed unable to sleep that night, my brain buzzing with all it's plans, he reminded me, <i>I am in control, not you, and you can trust me, I love my son, Jack, more than you could ever hope or imagine</i>. How easily I forget these children are not mine, how easily I trick myself into thinking that my plans are best, my love is greatest.<br />
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I have been praying for some time now for God to bless us with deep abiding friendships here in this town, and until today, I had yet to take the time to stop and see just how faithful He had been in answering that pray. Due to our change of plans, I had to send an email out to several friends asking something that felt like too much to ask. When did my pride become so large that I decided that I could do life alone, when did I forget that He has asked us to live as community, as people who lay down their lives for each other, and we don't always get to be the ones laying something down.<br />
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Almost immediately I began to get enthusiastic yeses, as if they understood my reluctance and wanted to convince me that indeed they wanted to help. By the time I checked back this evening almost everyone had emailed back to tell me they'd happily do it. And he nudged my heart again,<i> look and see, I have never asked you to do it on your own, I go before you, I prepare the way, my plan for you is always full of goodness, always beauty from ashes, always best.</i><br />
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As I began to throw some random food together and call it dinner one of my best friends stopped by just to drop off a present for Jack and just to see me. She caught me up on the latest in her life, made me laugh, and hugged me twice. Of all the days, she knew to come by tonight to remind me that she is here, that there is nothing I have to do alone.<br />
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Just when I thought that I had experienced all the love God had to give, hah! I received a note from a friend who had no idea what had been going on in my life, no idea what her note would mean to me. She told me how, in the middle of the night before my plans were tossed aside, God had pressed down on her to pray for us, for Jack and his surgery, for me, for peace and wisdom. I was so moved to have a friend who prays for me in the middle of the night, and even more so to be reminded that we are always on our Father's heart. That he is talking about me to her so that she could pray for me, so that He can move in my life. He knew what the upcoming day held for me and He was actively going about preparing my heart.<br />
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Today was quite a day, looking back on it it feels a little bit unreal. And I almost missed all of it, there was a moment right before I sent out the email that I thought I was making a mistake in asking for help, that instead I should try and find a babysitter, but I recognized the lie and pressed on. I almost settled for trusting in my plan, in my ability to control things, and missed out on Him, and the joy of living within the family of God.<br />
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I am a slow learner, so I come and I write, even though I'm a bit shaky at it. I write to remind myself as I have so many times before, this is what God did today.<br />
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<i><a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Romans+8%3A28&version=KJV" target="_blank">And we remember that all things work together for the good of those who love the Lord and are called according to his purposes.</a></i>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-51220297895194833522012-11-29T10:29:00.003-06:002012-11-29T10:29:59.199-06:00The art of (not) camping in the rain*<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Two days before we were set to leave on our biannual family camping trip (way back in September, better late than never for blogging right?), with the weather forecast getting wetter and gloomier by the minute I received an email from my husband. "Below are some links on tips for camping in the rain." This is how we communicate more often than not, through emails, our dinner conversations are usually filled with highlights of school days, reminders to "put your knees down" and wondering out loud how our children could possibly be so loud and so messy, we have neither the memory or the energy to talk about grown up things.<br />
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I took his email as a sign of 1) we were going camping, even if it was raining and 2) he was preparing his argument against my protests, "see honey, look, people camp in the rain, they even write articles helping others to do it too!" I was of the opinion that people (with three young children non the less) camped only in the rain by accident or by poverty, but then again I used to feel that way about camping all together.<br />
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I deleted his email and checked the forecast again, 100% chance of rain for all of Friday night and now Saturday morning. I began to procrastinate, my most favorite coping technique and wasted some time on pinterest. At some point, through email I'm sure, we discussed the idea of canceling our trip, decided we didn't want to and said that we would move it back instead camping Saturday through Monday instead of Friday through Sunday, and in an attempt to show me how much he loves me he said we would wait out the worst of the rain with a visit to a friend's house along the way.<br />
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I began to cook/prep food, pack up all the clothing/sleeping/cleaning items for four people, and check my list for the hundredth time (I have camped now a total of 12 times with kids and it never really gets easier to pack). I also checked the weather every 10 minutes praying for a change, surely it wouldn't really rain as hard as they were forecasting, this is Texas afterall and it never really rains, even when they promise it will.<br />
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But it did. It rained and it poured. Kyle bought extra tarps and put down plastic on all the floors of our van (which is very Kyle), I packed an extra set of clothes/shoes for every member of the family and put it in a bag in the car, our "just in case everything we brought got soaked" bag. <br />
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We arrived at our friends' house, were blessed to watch the Aggies win and to be fed and loved well. And continued to check the weather and pray. Finally it was decided that it was going to be raining all night and hard so we would stay the night at our friends' and then leave Sunday morning for our trip.<br />
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Sunday morning we got up and were leaving by 8:30 in the morning when we backed into a car parked across the street. By we I mean Kyle, not that I'm keeping score :). Mercifully the owner was not mad, even though we awoke her with this news on a Sunday morning and was not interested in getting any insurances involved, you couldn't hit another car and have a better outcome.<br />
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Finally we were on our way and Kyle turned to me and said, I think we should just go home. The look in his eyes broke my heart, you never met anyone who feels as passionate about camping as my husband. I said, no way we're going to go to camp even if it's in the rain and we're going to have fun (I may also have considered that canceling our trip this weekend would require me to pack everything up again in another couple of weeks) and really what else could go wrong.<br />
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When we got to Dinosaur Vally state park, there was a light rain but it was warm outside and it was very apparent that this was the nicest park we had ever camped at. And the kids were super excited to be greeted by giant dinosaurs. We had the pick of the sites when we arrived and got an awesome one where the kids could explore around and enjoy a glorious adventure.<br />
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We hiked, we saw dinosaur tracks, we cooked, we slept, we saw God's beautiful creation, we only got the littlest bit wet. It was the best camping trip yet, who knew, maybe's theres something to this camping in the rain.<br />
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My jaw hurts and I realize I've been clenching it tight, all day long. The day was long, and everywhere I turn I see the piles of all I've left to do, my life so full of straw and hay it feels empty. This is the month of Thanksgiving, of thanks giving, of giving thanks and so I am trying to learn, this being content in all things.<br />
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I open my copy of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1321224234&sr=8-1">One Thousand Gifts</a> and my view begins to change, my hearts understanding the importance of coming into his courts with thanksgiving. I long to always in all circumstances see and believe that my God is good. I take up my pen and I write them down, the gifts, "blue sky the color of my love's eyes", "shaking a tablecloth in the front yard, knowing I'm leaving food behind for the birds."<br />
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But it's hard to stop and pay attention and there are times where I can't possibly think what it is I am to be thankful for. He screams in the aisle and I am overwhelmed and I feel like I'm failing at this shaping of the hearts who've have been entrusted to me. "I was not alone" is the only thing I find to be thankful for in that moment, He was with me, always with me. And all afternoon it seems small, scribbled in my notebook, "I was not alone", but really isn't that the biggest thing, <i>the</i> thing to be thankful for, that He is with us, always with us. That He didn't leave us here alone.<br />
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And so, the day goes on and there seems to be few and far things in between I can grasp onto and return to Him in thanks. So I take the one who has furrowed my brow all day long, we go outside and he happily gathers sticks for the "thank you tree." We walk along together and as he gathers, my shoulders begin to relax. I look at him and am reminded of the miracle that is my son, and suddenly the tension is gone and I feel the Spirit utters words I've never heard to praise the giver of this great gift.<br />
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I find a jar and wipe the cobwebs off the surface, and I feel Him doing the same to my heart. Beginning to make me clean, using this thanks giving to change my heart, could it be? We place the sticks in the jar, and they sit barren, empty. I get the paper, the punch, the pen. Find the notebook and turn to the page filled with words of thanksgiving. I punch, and I write and I tie. As my hands work, punch, write, tie, I feel the cleaning, the filling. I am making a thank you tree, and with each leaf placed I am practicing over and again, thanksgiving.<br />
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Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-6000093699513383062012-10-04T10:25:00.001-05:002012-10-04T10:30:14.898-05:00Bless the Lord, O my soulHave you heard <a href="http://www.amazon.com/10-000-Reasons-Digital-Booklet/dp/B0053ZFNZE/ref=tmm_other_meta_binding_title_0?ie=UTF8&qid=1349362558&sr=8-1">10,000 reasons</a> by Matt Redman, isn't it wonderful. Every time I hear it I bow down inside, I remember to wipe away this coating the world has put on my eyes and look around me at what is true. Every time I sing those words, "whatever may pass and whatever lies before me, let me be singing when the evening comes," I open my hands back up, I losen my grip on what I've laid claim to, and turn to face my day ready to receive the gifts He has for me, even those that seem scary at first glance. It makes me want to learn how to count His blessing better, to each night arrive at 10,000 and start all over again the next day.<br />
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This one, who prayed for me this morning that I would spend time reading my Bible and have restful alone time. Just hearing her pray those words changed my outlook on the day, how did she know just how to pray, how did God ever see it fit to allow me to raise her. Who takes two full minutes when I drop her off at school to make sure to give us all long hugs and big kisses and then stands outside the car signing I love you with the biggest smile you've ever seen.<br />
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Finishing <a href="http://www.amazon.com/One-Thousand-Gifts-Fully-Right/dp/0310321913/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1349362774&sr=8-1&keywords=1000+gifts">this book</a> and loving it so much that I plan to flip it back over and start all over again. To find my struggles written so beautifully on the page and see how God can work to heal the sins that nag me and the fears that haunt me. To be reminded that the spiritual discipline of thanksgiving is powerful and so very necessary.<br />
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This one who had a dry diaper two nights in a row. Who looked at me when I lost my cool and said, I'm going to give you a hug and a kiss, mommy. He overwhelms me with his patience and his soft heart and his courage, oh to have courage like him. For the second time he cleaned up the playroom by himself in order to get a treat and the few moments of a picked up house soothed over the rough spots in my day.<br />
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Watching <a href="http://itvs.org/films/half-the-sky">this documentary</a>* and knowing I still have part two waiting for me. It made me cry so hard it hurt and I actually punched something I was so angry. But it is always good to remember what I am here for, it is always important to understand that the comforts of my life do not entitle me to turn away from the darkness and the battle against it. To hear His voice remind me that I need only continue to seek Him and obey, always obey, and daily to pray and pray again.<br />
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This little one who could not be cuter which brings me such joy and sadness, knowing that really soon she will be a big kid and she will be beautiful and amazing but, she will someday stop needing me to hold her and won't always call herself "Foey." She received a gift yesterday and she opened it all by herself and I got to watch her dance to the <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Only-One-Boa/dp/B008N4K0DC/ref=sr_1_3?s=music&ie=UTF8&qid=1349363025&sr=1-3&keywords=boa+korean">latest CD</a> from a famous Kpop artist. I took her in my arms and I asked her if she remembered, could she possibly remember how she used to dance to this music with her second mama. And in those moments I am always humbled to be apart of something so very big, the complicated lives of my children.<br />
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We walked over to this neighborhood library in the park, leave a book, take a book, it's all free for any who would like. And I just stood there staring at it, thinking well now, there it is, the best thing. A free library, in the park I love, in my neighborhood, surrounded by flowers. Isn't it amazing the way He loves, he doesn't just provide for our every need, he gives us a deep abiding joy, and then he puts sprinkles on top with the most frivolous things that He knows would mean the world to us, a library in the park!<br />
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*<span style="font-size: x-small;">You can still <a href="http://video.pbs.org/video/2283557115">view Half the sky online</a> for 5 for more days. For what it's worth I think that this is one of the most important subject matters you can educate yourself on. I urge you to watch these, they are well done and enjoyable while they stir your heart.</span>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-64801684410394094682012-09-06T20:43:00.002-05:002012-09-06T20:44:15.950-05:00Life is a beautiful ride (aka I can't seem to stop posting pictures of myself with a bike helmet on)<div style="line-height: 0px; padding-bottom: 2px;">
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Today was Chloe's first day of school, it was also Jack's second day of school and Kylynn's 12th day of school (not that I'm keeping count), which meant that for the first time since Chloe came home to us I had a couple of hours with no children at home. Three hours to be exact, once a week, I have three glorious hours all to myself!<br />
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When it occured to me yesterday that I had a few hours of freedom coming up I pondered my options, should I, sit on the couch and stare at the wall, take a nap, <strike>clean</strike>, or watch Downton Abbey. But this morning when I woke up I had the best idea, if I want to find time in my schedule to exercise, here it was, I would go on a bike ride.<br />
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Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-86983622684688074672012-07-31T14:52:00.002-05:002012-07-31T15:01:44.286-05:00Olympics 2008Watching the Olympics has been rather difficult this year and for a while I couldn't figure out what in the world is wrong with me. Why has it been so different from the Olympics of 2008, why am I not enjoying it as much as I used to, and why in the world have I not heard a word the announcer has said. Then it dawned on me, the last time the summer Olympics was on I had a two year old, only, one child, who went to bed no later than seven, every single night, took two to three hour naps every day, and slept through the entire night, every night.<br />
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I keep reflecting on how much a life can change in four years because today as I try to watch my beloved Olympics my life is some chaotic (wonderful) version of that life times three. Back in the day Michael Phelps never doubted he would win a swimming event and I cleaned my house, I mean for real busted out the dusting liquid and toilet brush, every single Friday (I find this the most unbelievable memory). I experienced real silence in my own home on a regular basis, and had no trouble hearing what the announcer was saying about the life of the Russian gymnasts.<br />
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My life was calm in 2008, it was clean and it never surprised me. As I look back I see it was boring and empty and less than it should have been. Even though I've only heard 15 words on TV during this Olympic games, I can't help but looking around me and thinking, this, this three kids, this dirty house, this people over (again), this dealing with brokenness, this toothpaste on the wall and pee on the carpet, this yelling and flipping off of chairs (darn gymnastics), is a gift.<br />
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I used to have a small, quite life, where perfection was the goal and being uptight was the norm, I used to think people with crazy children were bad parents and people with dirty houses were lazy. God gave me exactly what I needed to mold me into a woman who could better follow after Him, who would desperately need Him, and better love those around me.<br />
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He gave me three children, and chaos, and brokenness I never understood, and he used it to strip me down, to begin to remove piece by piece the abilities that I thought I alone had created in myself. He took me to a place where I would throw my hands up in the air and say, I surrender, I can not do this by myself. And once I was there He began the (long) journey of putting me back together. Building a woman who sees perfection as pride, who wonders what God would like me to accomplish in this day, who daily calls out to God for help on how to love/discipline my children, because I fully realize I have no idea what I am doing.<br />
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For the Olympics of 2012 my house is a whole lot messier, my kids are a whole lot crazier, and Michael Phelps turns out to be human after all. But I think it's better this way, we're going to be fine, sometimes gifts are found in the strangest of places and there's always the 200 meter Butterfly.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-9996797144188895232012-07-24T23:15:00.002-05:002012-07-24T23:15:41.506-05:00Planning toasts, the end of babies, and TV zombiesMy sister is getting married, I'm super excited, like a little bit, maybe, sorta a crazy person excited. I may or may not have written a toast in my head today and then in hopes of not forgetting it (it was good in my humble opinion) :) recorded it as a voice memo on my phone. Did I mention that she has been engaged for one week, has yet to set a date, and has not asigned me any toasting duties. In my defense I can't help it, I write random things in my head all day long, though I (obviously) rarely write them down, which is the problem if I don't write it down it'll soon be gone, I've lost really good stuff that way.<br />
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Kylynn has been devouring every Boxcar Children audiobook our local library has, she'll check out all they have available and listen to them over and over, while at the same time be in the middle of one which we read at night before bed. Our library is a little behind the times and they have more of the books on tape than CD, so Kyle took his old boombox out of the garage and put it on her dresser so she could listen to even more. The other day we were driving somewhere in the car and she said, "Mommy I know something we can do together when I get to be grown up, like a teenager, I can come home and visit you and we can read Boxcar Children books together." Girlfriend knows how to have a good time. It is true that the first Boxcar Children book is one of my favorites of all time and I too once devored each and every one I could get my hands on. It just occured to me in the 100+ books of solving crimes, do they ever get any older?<br />
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I packed up all my baby stuff this weekend. I mean we've still got one in diapers and two in boosters, but all that stuff needed for babies under two, is out of my house! Kyle optimistically asked me if this meant I feel done having children now and I have to admit getting all of that crap out really did help me feel done. The other day a friend of mine said that, "it wasn't in her plans" to have any more children, she doesn't know what God's plans are, but she is not planning on it. That's my new answer, I feel done, but I'm ready to change my mind if God has something different for us in the kiddo department.<br />
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Speaking of kiddos the motivation to get rid of all things baby, was having to move, our baby into a big girl bed. Chloe has always been a climber so really were lucky to last this long, the transition has been a bit rocky, but tonight went amazingly well. She has also {finally!} begun giving me kisses, without me begging or bribing, she is settling more and more into our family and it's such a great feeling!<br />
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Has anyone ever heard of this thing called the OLYMPICS!! That's right it's only the coolest thing ever and it starts in 2 days, 15 hours, and 46 minutes. That's right I'm a total Olympics geek and couldn't be prouder. My children will be little TV zombies and we will eat more food in the den than we have in the past 4 years combined and of course, Kyle will want to trade me in for a more normal wife :).<br />
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Kylynn, turned six this summer, oh why does time have to go by so fast. So while I shook my head at how it is possible to have loved her for six years, I racked my brain on what type of party would capture her at this age. I wanted her to get to do the things she loves, pretending, dressing up, and being with her friends. A real life tea party seemed to fit just right.<br />
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It was by far my favorite birthday party I've had for any of the kiddos. She invited all her (girl)friends and asked them to come dressed for tea. About a week before the party she sat out her dress she had planned to wear (a black and white number that is not nearly as cute or fancy as many of the other dresses in her closet, but she is after all my daughter).<br />
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I of course turned to <a href="http://pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a> to get an idea of one, what a tea party looks like and two, what does one serve at a tea party (can I just say again, God bless Pinterest, where in the world would we be without it). I borrowed a silver tea set from a friend of mine and agreed to use it after she convinced me that she would have no hard feeling if it was in some way harmed by a party full of excited six year olds, which seemed inevitable to me (in the end not a single thing was broken and only one spill!)<br />
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I decided to serve fruit, cucumber sandwiches, cupcakes, tea and punch. I made <a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/135459901262411865/">this recipe</a> for the sandwiches, which was a total waste of time, it was not nearly as good as what I normally do, which is to spread veggie cream cheese on bread and add cucumber slices, and be done. The girls actually loved the tea (which was Earl Grey decaf, so as to be kind to their mamas) due to the cream and sugar in it.<br />
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My friend made these amazing cupcakes, that were in an edible tea cup (made of chocolate), the girls loved them and I loved eating the left over cups after everyone left :). She also made me three dozen teapot shaped cake pops to give as party favors (darn me that I didn't take a picture of them), they were adorable!<br />
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The girls sat at the table, and ate their food, then they ran off to play. For a craft they each made their own place mat with stickers and glitter from the dollar store (side note: if you know me you know I hate glitter with a passion and do not allow it in my house, if my words fail I hope that is proof of just how deeply I love that little girl). They ran around and made up their games with those amazing imaginations they have, opened presents and then played with each of the new toys, while the moms who stuck around got to catch up.<br />
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It was just what I had in mind, a day where Kylynn would be reminded just how very special she is, how very loved she is by her friends and family, when she could just enjoy being a six year old little girl playing tea party with her friends.<br />
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<span style="font-size: xx-small;">Kylynn Fay, when I look at you I am sure of the God we serve, I begin to understand better how very much He loves us, I can see how He works in people. I love watching you grow up and I pray you will never stop running after Him.</span></div>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-54124888300980921562012-07-09T13:49:00.003-05:002012-07-09T13:51:54.570-05:00Back in the saddleIt's a little intimating coming back here after being gone for so long. I have never taken a break from blogging for more than a week or two at a time, and those were few and far between. How refreshing it has been to take a good long break from this blog, to focus more on being with my kids than blogging about my kids, to make myself available to God and His work in my life, instead of just talking about God and the work I hope He would do in my life. The longer I stay away the harder it is to come back, so it's time to get back in the saddle again, to talk about life around these parts with a (hopefully) honest and Christ centered perspective.<br />
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There have been no further car accidents or natural disasters since we last spoke, but I did have a child turn 6 (not as intimating as 5 for some reason)and graduate from Kindergarten, travel here and there and everywhere (not to mention to <strike>heaven</strike> Florida with just my two sisters), begun to find our groove in this new parenting style (which means it works about 50% of the time), and watch any pre-Olympic events available.<br />
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God has been teaching me about letting Him be in control, about just showing up and watching Him work, about how exhilarating it is to be used by Him again. He also teaching me about letting some things go, about trusting Him with the money and the cleaning and the children who's hearts were never mine to change.<br />
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I've been grieving or living in denial really about the move of my closest friend. I've been trying to not make other people's life changes about me (without much success). I've been realizing that I have both a very full social calendar and a lack of friends who could move into her role. I've been doing lots of praying, the normal daily kind and the spiritual battle kind, I've been reminded once again that this world is not my home.<br />
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We've been hot and a little bored and ready for school to start, while we dream of having a pool in our backyard, the only thing that would make me want summer to go on forever. We've been calling the library our second home and watching more PBS than normal. We have not begun potty training, because I am just not ready, I'm not sure if Chloe is ready or not, but I just can't do it right now, and I've decided that's okay.<br />
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It's been your typical summer, I never did put together a list of goals and now it seems to late, and that the only thing I have the energy for is: 1)Keep children alive and relatively happy. So that's what I'll be working on the next six weeks, but I'll also be over here posting something from time to time, that is when I'm not watching the Olympics or playing with my new (to me) iphone.<br />
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I've missed y'all, what have you been up to this summer or onto a really important topic: what apps do I just need to have on my iphone?Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-70202057339596912872012-05-19T17:15:00.000-05:002012-05-19T17:15:12.740-05:00If it's not a drunk driver, it's a tornado...<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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This is going to sound like I'm making
this up and frankly it feels too big for me to talk about, but it
must be said, I owe it to God to testify of how He provided. Last
week we left for our family vacation to the beach and on that day we
survived being hit by a drunk driver (unfortunately our car was not
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When I went back a few days later and
looked over our car with the mechanic I kept looking at that seat
where my oldest sat, looking at the damage all around her and yet she
was not harmed, I was so humbled by God's goodness and His mercy, I
can't quite comprehend how it is that people live through things like
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The tornado, well, it seems like a
really bad dream, after the accident when we finally got back on the
road we drove through horrible storms, and suddenly the storm became
something more. When Kyle sent me the report that confirmed that
indeed the most terrifying 20 minutes of my life, was us sitting
inside of an actual tornado, I felt like it must change me. Can I
live through something like that and be the same person as I was
before? So I'm trying, to remember what He spoke to me after the
calm that finally came, I am not in control, not now, not ever, and that
is okay. My God is bigger than the storms of this world and He never lets me out of His hands. It calms me when I allow life to become bigger than it is, to remind myself that God was there in the storm, that He allowed this to happen and nothing was ever out of His control. If I can trust Him in that moment then I think I can trust him with the broken car moments of this life.</div>
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We made it to the beach, about 11 hours
after we left for it, grateful for the things that really matter in
life, with a different perspective on life around us. God provided a woman who made it her job that day to take care of us, providing us with food and entertainment for our kids and a way to work things out, a
man who had never met us to happily drive us an hour away to borrow a
car from family willing to sacrifice for our vacation. I have never
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From then on out it was just a great
vacation, hanging out on the beach, playing in the pool, visiting the
aquarium and eating yummy food. Kyle got up with the kids every
single morning, and each day there was a breakfast waiting for me. I
never spent a moment worrying about what was waiting us when we
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For the past three weeks (I cannot believe it's been three weeks since my last post!) I have emerged myself in all things parenting, all things parenting differently than I had been. I took what I'd read from the first 100 pages or so of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Parenting-Your-Internationally-Adopted-Child/dp/1558323252/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1336593720&sr=8-1">Parenting...</a> and the first 30 pages of <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Connected-Child-healing-adoptive/dp/0071475001/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1336593792&sr=1-1">The Connected Child</a>, mixed them with about 8 minutes of a <a href="http://www.parentingmojo.com/">parenting coach's</a> advice (thanks Shannan!) and came out with my new made up way to try and do something different, anything different really, it was time to make some changes around here, something had to give.<br />
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Then I began to ask for prayer, I asked my bible study to pray for me, I asked my church to pray for me and may have even have received some prayers from some of you sweet people out there, because if there is one thing I know it is this: I cannot do anything worth doing out of my own strength. I have felt those prayers this week in such a big way, and that, more than anything I have done that has given me such hope. I'm still not entirely sure what I'm doing, am sure that books should probably be read all the way through, and know that I could benefit from a lot more than 8 minutes of parenting coaching, but I see God at work in our family right now and there's nothing that makes me more excited than watching God work.<br />
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I had a lot of room for improvement when it came to the way I parent my children. One of the biggest blessings in this challenge God is leading me through is this: if I had birthed all three of my children, I doubt that I would ever have taken the time and energy to stop and take a good look at the way I mother my children. To stop and pay attention to His small voice asking for something more from me. I would have been okay with mediocre, with doing what everyone else does. I would have continued to pat myself on the back that I really, really LOVE my kids and bonus I take them to ChickFilA, the library, the park, and fun trips all the time.<br />
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God has been nudging my heart for a very long time about my tendency to yell at my kids, my misaligned priorities (that say getting things done is more important than truly being with my kids), my justifying the wasting of time on pinterest/blogs/facebook, the perfection that often is the source of the decisions I make and the rules I impress on my (very young) children. I didn't listen, I heard Him and I occasionally felt bad about it, but I never took significant steps to change my behavior. <br />
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And then one day I encountered such hurt and loss and anger in the actions of one of the loves of my life, that no matter how I tried (oh how I tried!) the status quo was not going to work anymore. In fact my parenting was making things worse, I finally gave up and was willing to try submitting to God's leading.<br />
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The funny thing is I always thought I was parenting the way a Christian mother should. Discipline is my main game, I am consistent to a fault, if you do something wrong in my house, there is a consequence. I spend countless minutes putting people in time out, disciplining them for screaming in time out/leaving time out, talking to them about why they were in time out. I have taken everything out of one of my child's rooms for breaking one of their things (on purpose), I have had kids clean cars, pick up dog poop, skip activities, go to bed early, you name it I've tried it. But I have a secret, when I sin, I want grace, I want God to look at my heart and see that I was doing the best I could for the maturity I am at, I want Him to pick up the broken pieces and make everything better. And He does. My Daddy God, who is everything good, is slow to anger and quick to listen, He looks at my heart and His mercies are new every morning, He extends grace to me for so long before He disciplines. And more than anything He desires a very real relationship with me, one He sacrificed everything to have with me. I have never parented my children the way God parents me.<br />
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So I decided that it was time to give it a try, the first thing I did was gave up yelling, gave it up like the bad drug it was, oh don't worry I still fall off the wagon from time to time, but I feel like a new woman (mommy). It's the coolest thing when you lower your voice when a child makes a bad choice and raise it when they make a good choice (this was my main take away from the parenting coach) two things are accomplished, you stop rewarding bad behavior and you stop getting angry. Let me clarify, when my child is mad at me and pushes my buttons and I yell they are rewarded, they're game worked, that got the reaction they were going for and that reinforces the behavior. And the bonus that I didn't expect, when I don't yell, I don't get angry, I feel so much calmer throughout the day.<br />
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The second thing I've been doing is so much harder, I began to actually pay attention to my children, each one, everyday. Let me just continue my run for mom who makes all other moms feel better about themselves, until recently I never played with my children. Okay I would play with them on occasion for a few minutes, but I wasn't really giving them all of my attention. I had decided that I didn't really need to play with my children, after all I am with them every single moment of every single day :). I do the dishes they play around me, I read a magazine they play outside, I drive them to some fun activity while I pretend to listen to their very long story, I talk to the other moms, while they do the fun activity. Isn't that enough? No, I've decided, it's really not. My children need my real attention, they need me to look them in the eye, not glance at them while I'm on the computer and tell them to just wait one more quick minute. They want me to get on the floor and play trucks or barbies and they need it just like they need healthy food. <br />
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This has been hard for me, first because I thought that playing with them wasn't "fun" and second because I thought I didn't have enough time. And yet, the more time I spend truly playing with them, the more I enjoy it, the more I am amazed by their ideas, and their intelligence, by their hearts and their fears. When it comes to time, you have the time you have, it's up to you what you do with it, so I've stopped wasting so much of it. I've been spending much less time on the computer, I haven't put on make up except for church in two weeks, and my house is perhaps messier than usual (not sure if that last one is possible). I am convinced that if I will trust God with my time, give it all over to Him and honor Him in how I use it He will return it to me in abundance, He will accomplish what needs to be accomplished, I need only to obey.<br />
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And you? How's it going, please keep up the great advice, I am certain I cannot do this on my own.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-61280180230865808932012-04-19T15:28:00.000-05:002012-04-19T15:28:14.603-05:00Finding out I don't know everything, the hard wayI've never told y'all this, but after we finished our home study to adopt Jack the social worker had the gall to tell us that she didn't think we were mentally prepared for International adoption and would not forward on our home study until we read this huge packet of training material. <br />
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Until about six months ago I thought that lady was a little high on her power and quite frankly confused. See in case you don't know me in real life, I'm a really good mom, and we had parented for a whole year! before we began the process to adopt Jack. You know basically we were experts and really how hard could this whole adoption thing be...ahem.<br />
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She was concerned that we didn't have answers for how we would raise him as Korean in an white family, how we would handle his questions about adoption, how we would help him navigate life as someone who is white on the inside, Korean on the outside, and constantly faced with the fact that he is different.<br />
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I read her dumb articles, mostly about children from orphanages (didn't apply to me), and children with attachment disorder (definitely didn't apply to me). We moved forward and without trying I began to become educated on adoption, the orphan crisis, emotional problems adopted children face, what it's like to be an interracial family, and so on. I read blogs mainly and learned from other's stories the reality of the life I was beginning.<br />
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But that is where my education ended, until I began the ultimate school of adoption, the day I met my son. We came home and I saw that regardless of how much I loved him, his heart was broken on that day I took him from his foster mother. Part of him was forever lost when I took him from his country, his language, his food, his world. I was too tired to read the books then, so I prayed and I held him and I cried and we figured it out, it took a long time, but we were okay, or so I thought.<br />
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Then one day, my son began to cry and sob over the loss of his foster mother and his country. He began to ask me daily to go back and see her, to see it. I had no answers for him, I listen and I prayed but I didn't know how to help him heal. I finally bought <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Parenting-Your-Internationally-Adopted-Child/dp/1558323252/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1334866798&sr=8-1">a book</a> and began to read it, I finally understood that this path we're on goes on forever, that the loss he has had to face is not a thing of the past, but a part of who he is.<br />
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Today I saw a friend of mine and just dumped on her everything that we've been dealing with lately and she asked me how we've been handling it, and I told her the truth, I have <i>no idea</i> what I am doing. She too is an adoptive mom and is dealing with many of the same issues, she told me about <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Connected-Child-healing-adoptive/dp/0071475001/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1334866828&sr=8-1">another book</a> that she highly recommends (it was another one I thought didn't apply to me, I may never learn). When I left everything in my life was just the same as it was when I walked into that room, but it made me better having a safe person to tell the truth to, someone to tell me that we're normal, and to help me find a way out of this.<br />
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I don't want to scare anyone out there out of adopting, no matter how hard it is, it will always be one the best things in my life. But I do want to scare you a little, scare you enough to stop you from making the same mistakes I've made, to go into this process with more solutions and less pride. Read the books, join the support group, find the right friends. Other adoptive families will be your life line, if you don't know anyone else who's family looks like yours, walk up to strangers at the store and ask them to be your friend, if they're like me they will happily, because we've all been there. Seek out friends of your children's race, bribe them with food, and have them in your home at least once a week, adopt grown up Korean people to go with your little Korean people :). <br />
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In the end remember that we are to do what is best for children, we are to read the books, and find the support, and parent them the way they need to be parented (not the way others parent their biological children), but most of all we are to pray. To come before the Lord and lay it all at his feet and tell him that there is not a thing in the world I can do to fix this mess that is adoption. Trust Him with the answer, trust Him to make us all better, trust Him that He has already overcome the world and it's problems. The fact that love covers a multitude of sins is perhaps the sweetest promise to me today.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">The two books I am currently reading in this journey are <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Parenting-Your-Internationally-Adopted-Child/dp/1558323252/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1334866798&sr=8-1">Parenting Your Internationally adopted child</a> and <a href="http://www.amazon.com/The-Connected-Child-healing-adoptive/dp/0071475001/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1334866828&sr=8-1">The Connected Child</a></span>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-35842404020564897812012-04-15T19:59:00.000-05:002012-04-15T19:59:41.425-05:00Lying, the Olympics, and the scariest moments in my life<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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*I know I know, I said I would be blogging more often, but I lied. Who am I kidding, if I finish my "must do" chores by 9 at night it feels like an awesome day. And for some reason I can't write then, my brain is just too tired and only wants to lay on the couch and veg. Someday I will have more time, someday my days will look different....<br />
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*We got back from camping this afternoon. I will do a post on it with pictures but to sum it up, it was a great trip. It was our favorite park we've camped at yet, we got to hang out with some of our friends who now live in another town, the weather was actually cool and it didn't rain on us!<br />
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*What is with Parenthood having they're season finale in February, I mean really folks it is harsh to just leave us hanging for six months, aren't they afraid we'll forget all about them and move on to bigger and better TV? <span style="font-size: xx-small;">Don't worry I would never do that</span><br />
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*I finished Lost did I tell you yet? Best TV show I've ever watched, hands down. Was I disappointed with the ending? Sure a little but how could you not be disappointed with a show that out there when they try to wrap it all up? I think next on my list of shows is <a href="http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1606375/">Downton Abbey</a> on PBS, I'm hoping against hope Kyle will watch it with me.<br />
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*Ooh, I saw Hunger Games, speaking of Kyle. He went with me, we went to a 10:35 showing once our kids were in bed when we were home for Easter (free babysitting). We go on a date about 5 times a year so the excitement of being at a movie theatre! with Kyle! alone! (for reals y'all we were two of four in the theatre) kept me awake. LOVED it so much and one of the best moments of my life, (I wish I was exaggerating but I'm not) Kyle loved it too!<br />
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*I cannot tell you how many major throw down tantrums we've had in this house in the past two weeks, and some of them were even by the kids :). No really I'm so tired, I've started trying to head off certain children when I can tell they're thinking of taking that route, I don't want to give in to them, but I also don't have an hour to waste dealing with the tantrum, so I give an extra warning or two and pray they'll make a good choice. I'm a little afraid though they can sense my fear :).<br />
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*We did celebrate Easter around here, we did a 12 day countdown to Easter, and of course lots of egg hunts, candy, and eating on the big day, and I have not a picture to show for it. Probably the biggest reason I could see myself caving into the iphone pressure Kyle is laying on me is the connivence of having a decent camera with me at all times. I mean I'm a blogger (or kind of) I need to remember to take pictures of things! :)<br />
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*The scariest moments of my life are when I have to walk to the bathroom in the middle of the night when we're camping. No matter how little I drink I can't make it through the night. So I walk alone in the dark in a place with wild animals, each and every night we camp. My imagination is really too good. I may or may not have ran as fast as I could a time or two to avoid imaginary creatures.<br />
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*Four months till the Olympics. Do you think I'm weird that I'm counting down already, you don't know the half of it. Tonight I realized that I get more excited when I remember that the olympics are in four months than I do when I remember that in two months I get to go on a vacation with my sisters (WITH NO CHILDREN!) for four days. I think my love for the Olympics has gotten out of hand, just a tad. I wonder if I can get one of those countdown things for my blog yet...Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-30841884355072180842012-04-01T14:35:00.000-05:002012-04-01T14:35:39.894-05:00Chloe,<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You turned two last week, it was a week of celebrating you and what you mean to our family. We celebrated your first birthday since coming home to us and then four days later we celebrated the day you became ours.<br />
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It has been a hard year for you. You were fully aware that strangers had come over to your home and taken you from the family that had raised you since you were born. Your loss has been so deep, but we have come so far together, just these past few months you have begun to seem happy, trusting, and at peace.<br />
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Isn't that just a mess, that you at the age of two have already experience more loss than I have in my entire life. But this morning you insisted that you get back into bed with me and go "night night" just for the joy of being able to be snuggled by mommy, and I would have done it all day if school didn't beckon. Somehow the mess has become joy (messy joy no doubt but still joy) and I will never find the bottom of my gratitude at getting to be your mommy.<br />
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You are two, like someone snuck you a copy of a parenting book and you memorized just how two year olds are to act, they could put your picture in the dictionary next to "two year old." You believe that the biggest playgrounds were designed for your use (and your use alone). That taking naps is something only the weak do, that throwing food is a fun pastime, and pulling hair should be an olympic event.<br />
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You are a talker, copying every word you hear. You've begun to speak to us in long sentences, "Mommy all done, sticky hands, down please." My friends without children laugh at how I can understand everything you say, so maybe I'm not the best judge but I think you speak so well.<br />
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I'm pretty sure you have 10 pairs of shoes, blame your big sister, they are all hand me downs, and back in the day she was all we had (and all the grandparents and aunts had :). You have very strong feelings about shoes, some days are pink cowboy boots days (duh!) and some are slipper days (that would be crocs), but most days are any number of dress shoes, and if I'm lucky we get a tennis shoe day thrown in there from time to time.<br />
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For your birthday I made "Chick fila nuggets" and oven fries and gave you lots of ketchup. Ketchup is your favorite food, I kid you not. You had a Thomas cake, because you had stolen a thomas book from your brother's room and now ask every nap and night time for the "choo-choo" book. You loved opening your presents and are very confindent that they are "mine" and enjoy playing with all of them.<br />
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For your gotcha day we went out for Korean food. I made everyone dress up because it was a big day and you loved your Korean food. I'm thinking that maybe your favorite food is actually rice. Afterwards we went and walked around (Texas A&M's) campus because it's just what we do and it was time we let you in on the tradition. You loved running around after your brother and sister and I prayed a little prayer that someday that space of earth would mean as much to you as it does to me.<br />
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You are my baby girl. The one I never thought I would have and didn't know I needed. Your smile makes our family brighter, your laughter is a joy we waited so long for, we are so glad that you are here, that you are ours, that we get to figure out being a family together.<br />
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For her biggest fans (also known as grandparents) some videos:<br />
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I'm super excited that today <a href="http://www.christianalliancefororphans.org/2012/03/28/heart-for-orphans-a-simple-man/">a post I wrote</a> is being featured over at <a href="http://www.christianalliancefororphans.org/blog/">Christian Alliance for Orphans' blog</a>, Heart for Orphans Guest series. I love the work that the Christian Alliance for Orphans does and someday hope to be able to attend one of their Summit conferences (for information about attending this year's conference, <a href="http://www.summitviii.org/">Summit VIII</a>, and what it's all about you can <a href="http://www.summitviii.org/">go here</a>). <br />
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It is an honor to have something I wrote associated with this ministry that mirrors my heart for the least of these, I hope you will <a href="http://www.christianalliancefororphans.org/2012/03/28/heart-for-orphans-a-simple-man/">click on over there</a> and check it out, and while you're there check out some of the previous blog posts featured over there, I'm sure they will encourage and inspire you as much as they did me.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-64326511877507645512012-03-25T22:18:00.003-05:002012-03-25T22:22:15.735-05:00Dead animals and Live ones!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Spring breaks should always go out in a bang, something to get you through those last two months of school until the summer gets here and life is just one big spring break.<br />
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So for our last day of spring break, we headed over to Waco and was pleasantly surprised at just how much there is to do there, we had a hard time choosing. But in the end the animals won out, and to be fair to all animals we visited the dead one and the live ones (we are very equal opportunity around here).<br />
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We stopped at the <a href="http://www.wacomammoth.org/">Mammoth exhibit</a> that opened a few years ago, first and found it fascinating! It is the only place in the world where you can see a herd of mammoth bones (or something like that). They found the bones with the mommy mammoths surrounding their children to try and protect them for the flood/mud slide that killed them. This made me happy to know that although extinct mammoths were really good mommies.<br />
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Jack was a little troubled by the whole mammoth experience though, it seemed to connect the dots in his head that things die, we will die someday, that seems scary. We talked about how we will go to heaven when we die and it's ok to find the whole thing scary. He's still got death and giant animals on the mind though. A couple of days ago he asked me what used to be where our house was before there was a house and then if a giant dinosaur would knock our house down with his tail someday(??).<br />
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We then ate lunch at the Health Shack, which I think is supposed to be quasi famous, and been in Waco for over 60 years, but we all gave it a 2 out of 5 stars, it was ok but really not good enough to be worth the calories.<br />
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Next it was time for the zoo. The zoo on spring break, you say, have you lost your ever loving mind, indeed we have. We parked at some industrial site a few miles away and hiked on over there (this made me feel better about the whole lunch thing). Even crowded I do love<a href="http://www.cameronparkzoo.com/"> Cameron Park zoo</a>. It is just big enough and has ever animal you could want to see. <br />
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I was a little troubled this visit by this lion who seemed very sad that no matter how loud he roared at that little girl she never did get scared. Later we saw a leopard in a very small "cage" that had anxiety problems and couldn't stop pacing even for a moment. I won't get into an animal rights debate but it did make me sad to see how obvious it is that these animals were never meant to be caged and it made me think about what our responsibility is for the way we care for animals (big thoughts I know!) :).<br />
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All that aside, we had a wonderful day, God went before us and prepared the way, we got done with the zoo exactly at closing time and every child was happy as pie. We headed over to Jason's deli for dinner and I declared it the best salad place ever. I'm sorry Souper Salad, but you are never going to make it if you cannot do better, you should have the best salad bars, it's in your name!<br />
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The kids crashed as we drove home and I got to have an hour and half un-interupted conversation with my love, are you kidding me!! Talk about going out with a bang! It was a spring break to remember for sure.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">*no we did not have spring break again this week, yes I am a week late with this post</span>Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-31116141504691453132012-03-21T13:59:00.001-05:002012-03-21T14:00:25.640-05:00I'm sorry I haven't been blogging much lately but....You would think after four years of blogging, I would be good at this, I would have crossed over the threshold into blogs that will stand the test of time. Well maybe you wouldn't, but I think those things. But as of late I have been a horrible blog slacker and it scares me, because this blog is pretty much the only outlet I have. Writing is the one activity (that I do!) that I enjoy and is purely for me, it's one of the few (non-mommy) things that I feel like I am *somewhat* good at. <br />
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But all hope is not lost, we are allowed seasons in our lives, right? And we can learn from our mistakes and make better choices next time, so they tell us at least. I have a lot of good reasons and some pitiful ones to blame for my lack of blogging lately. In no particular order I give you my "I'm sorry I haven't been blogging much lately but..."<br />
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I have three kids, ok the lady who just gave birth to her 7th over at <a href="http://www.vitafamiliae.com/">Vitafamiliae</a> still manages to blog everyday, but I have yet to figure out her secret. As it is my children fill up my day to overflowing and often fill up parts of the night.<br />
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They invited <a href="http://pinterest.com/">Pinterest</a>. At the end of a long day (are the days ever short?) if I want to veg I am no longer limited to checking on the blogs I love, I can click over to Pinterest and see what they're pinning. After getting sucked in I leave feeling like my eyeballs are going to fall out from staring at a screen that long. When I'm done the last thing I want to do is do something else on the computer.<br />
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I am questioning how much I should be sharing about our life, our struggles with our children, and what we do on a regular basis with the whole world (because you know the whole world is reading :). But as they get older I sometimes want to tell you this crazy/horrible/hilarious thing they did and think but would they want that up on the internet for all to know, probably not. So that leaves me just confused enough to throw my hands up in the air and click over to Pinterest instead.<br />
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I joined facebook. It has not been the time suck that people warned me about, but still it's one more thing that I put before checking in over here in blogland. In addition sometimes when I'm really excited about something, like getting our IRS refund after 10 months of fighting I share it there instead of here and once out of my head I forget all about it and am left thinking I have nothing to blog about.<br />
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I am tired in a way I've never been before. We are all still adjusting around here to being a family of five, to the challenges and stresses adoption can bring to a family. This past year I have learned so very much about my inadequacies, about my need for a community to help me on this road, about what it means to rejoice in suffering. I have found some great books, some great friends, some great support and I know that God will provide everything we need for this journey but that doesn't change how much it takes out of me each day.<br />
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So those are my excuses, both the good and bad, and some others have been kept quiet, lest you get sick of my complaining (I'm working on it :). But one of my goals for 2012 (it's something I plan on blogging about soonish...) is to return to blogging two times a week, because this blog is important to me for many reasons. Top of the list is you, the people who come here a read my attempts at writing and most especially those of you who have reached out to me and become real life friends who were my first support group and to this day some of my favorite people.Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-316864452935861811.post-21497922526255302872012-03-15T15:12:00.000-05:002012-03-15T15:12:29.378-05:00Spring has sprung<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I credit <a href="http://pinterest.com/">Pinterest </a>(and yes it is impossible for me to have a single post without talking about them) for it, this spring break has been amazing! I am way more laid back and unorganized than I ever like to admit so most spring breaks we pretty much just take a break from, well, everything :).<br />
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We had our pajama/fort building/movie day on Friday and it was enough to fuel me for some get out the house time the rest of the week. Monday we put on our rain boots and headed out for a nature hike. The kids had so much fun and I hurt my cheeks smiling at their joy in splashing and their sheer excitement in finding a worm!! a rolly polly!! look mom a giant stick!!<br />
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We also had lunch with Daddy on Monday, which was Jack's only request for what fun thing he would like to do over spring break, now that will make a Daddy feel special. Tuesday we headed to Target (which is a highly requested destination from the kiddos, though you know I happily oblige). They love Target because they know they get to have popcorn and they wanted to spend some of their money that they had saved up or gotten as a gift. Mommy got two new spring Essie nail polish colors with her money, so it was a win win.<br />
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That afternoon we made cookies, well ok most people would not call them cookies, they were healthy <a href="http://www.doctoroz.com/videos/oatmeal-peanut-butter-cookies">peanut butter cookies from Dr. Oz</a> (one guess where I found the recipe), they contained no butter or sugar and very little flour. Anyways I've been trying to change our eating habits around here and so I was excited about these cookies and I had ever thing on hand. Only after finishing the dough did I start to read the reviews and realize uh-oh everyone says they're horrible. So I went back and added some baking powder, some salt to help bring out some of the sweetness, and some chocolate chips because let's face it my children will eat anything if it has chocolate chips in it. They were still just barely pasable, but Kylynn loves them (I love that girl) Jack has managed to get down one (score, snuck fruit into him!) and Chloe loves to break them into a million pieces and feed them to the dog.<br />
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Wednesday was a bit non-spring break of a day for us, Jack had speech in the morning and then we ran errands. But we got to have lunch with our adoption group and it was one of the highlights of the week for me. The park was swarming with adoptive/interracial families, and I got to meet several new families. It was so comforting to see something that I have been asking God for since we began this process become a reality, families like ours to walk along side of on this journey, God's goodness is always overwhelming to me when I stop and pay attention.<br />
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Today I kind of lost my mind and decided that I should do a craft with the kids, after all crafting is Kylynn's love language and it's something I never do with her. I found this shaving cream painting project for Easter and thought I can do this...maybe (that's the best it gets when it comes to me and crafts). First I gathered all my supplies and could not find the construction paper anywhere so we spent the next 20 minutes searching and gave up and headed out to the dollar store. Perhaps it should be noted that I look like I have the flu with my sweats/old t-shirt/frizzy hair/no make-ups self, but we only need one thing, and I have no time for dignity when I just want to get this <strike>crappy</strike> fun craft done. We came home with three things but still they were only a dollar and began our project. Kylynn had fun and they even turned out like they did in the pictures on-line (mostly). But the thing about crafts is there is always cleaning involved so I spent about 30 minutes returning our garage/children/cookie sheets back into their normal color. So if you get an egg card from us for Easter know that it was 3 hours of my life I will never have back again, and that is how much I love you.<br />
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I will now go and recover by sleeping and then only if there's time taking a shower. Tomorrow Daddy is taking off of work (can I get an Amen!) and we're off for an adventure and I do mean adventure because we have no idea what we're doing, but by golly we are going somewhere and doing something!<br />
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How's the break going friends? What is the most fun things you've done? Did it involve crafting :)?Jennyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14076445054003947236noreply@blogger.com2