My Sweet Ashlee Girl

I would hope by now you would all know that I love each of my children equally. I actually struggled a bit with whether or not to blog an entire post on just Ashlee. However, the thought wouldn't leave my mind, and for me, reoccurring thought = blog material!

First of all, I'd like to share with you some history on Ashlee. I eluded to some of it when I posted about the twins' birthday. Ashlee Faith entered the world a whole 2 hours and 24 minutes after her twin brother. I was not pushing, so no need to apologize (most people respond with "I'm sorry").

From the time we met her, she's been her own person. I must admit that at first, I struggled to connect with her. Don't get me wrong, I loved her immensely, but she and I didn't "mesh." She was so temperamental and was so challenging to nurse. It wasn't until she was about 2 weeks old that I really bonded deeply with her. From then on, she's had me wrapped around her tiny finger.

Ashlee didn't walk until she was almost 17 months old. She never crawled on her hands and knees. Rather, she did a "kayak scoot" slinging her legs from side to side and using her arms as if paddling a kayak. She's always been so unique. So beautifully unique.

Currently, at almost 27 months old, Ashlee only weighs a measly 24 lbs. Don't let her small frame fool you, because she's as tough as nails. She can tackle her brother (almost 29 lbs) and take him to the floor, making him cry like a girl. She is a daredevil and loves adventure. She's the first of our 4 to try new things and she loves new people. True to the fashion of a redhead, she's got a quick temper. However, she's quick to forgive and even quicker to forget. She's a lover in every sense of the word. Her sweet "sugar lips" are always readily available. When playing, she will stop dead in her tracks to fulfill the request of a kiss.

Ashlee's heart must take up her entire little body. She loves Baby D so much, I sometimes think she'll kiss a blister on him. She is so tender-hearted and is, by far, the most affectionate of all of our children.

Now, onto the story behind these thoughts. Yesterday afternoon, my parents graciously invited us to family night at "The Club" where they are members. It was a night filled with fun, swimming and yummy food. We made the most of our time at the pool, and stayed until it closed at 9pm, a full hour after our normal bedtime. The girls can usually handle staying up a little late, Lucas CANNOT. When we got home, he flew into meltdown mode. Lucas was fussy the entire time we were bathing him and getting him in his PJ's. By the time bedtime story rolled around he was done. The fit ensued and the battle was on. Finally, with Lucas screaming his guts out, we put Lucas and Ashlee in their toddler beds, and shut the door. Luke and I are not afraid to let our kids cry a little, so we put Elizabeth to bed and after about 10 minutes, Lucas had calmed down.

Finally, we finished cleaning up around the house and got ready for bed. When we went in to check on Lucas and Ashlee, this is what we found:

Lucas and Ashlee haven't slept in the same bed since they were 3 months old. They were never "those" kind of twins. However, last night, I feel sure that Ashlee knew just what her Bubbie needed, cuddles. She moved out of her own bed and went to his, hoping to calm him down. I can't imagine the tenderness in her heart as she climbed into her brother's bed, hoping he would find comfort.

Later, I checked on them again, only to find that Ashlee had, partially, returned to her own bed. She was halfway in, tummy on the bed, knees on the floor, sound asleep.

Seeing her tenderness toward her brother warms my heart so much. She loves him unconditionally, even though he bites, kicks, pushes and screams at her. She loves him enough to risk a spanking because she left her own bed. She loves him enough to be uncomfortable so that he can be calm. What an amazing heart God gave her!

My sweet Ashlee girl,

I cannot wait to tell you all about how special you were as little girl. I love how you are so loving to every person you meet. I cannot wait to see how God will awaken your passions and use your desires to further His kingdom. Your love for life and constant zeal make each day as your Mommy so incredibly special for me. I love you so much more than you could possibly imagine. Your kisses make my heart melt and your contagious laughter brings joy to me each day. I love you for all that you are, all that God designed you to be and for all of His purposes that you are destined to fulfill!

Hugs, Kisses and Love,

Mommy

Five for Friday

This week's Five for Friday topic is: Grody-ness

1. Fruit flies must be the most annoying insect on the planet. We have them, can't figure out why and don't know how to get rid of them. This evening, I realized that I think they like the left over formula in the baby bottles. It totally grosses me out.

2. A toddler pooped in the kiddie pool at "The Club" where my parents are members. I thought it was pretty funny, especially since the lifeguards had to scoop it out with a net. Even funnier if you picture 1 lifeguard with a net and the other with a LARGE plastic trash bag (toddler poop isn't THAT big). As the scooper guard attempted to scoop, it would float away. Slippery little suckers.

3. I HATE spit up. It's disgusting and feels super gross on your skin. I hate it even more when it is slipping down my bare back. Yuck-o!

4. Elizabeth has gotten to the age where smelling her clothing is no longer a desirable way to determine if it is still clean. I remember my Mom telling me she experienced this with me as well, but I never fully understood. Now I do. From now on, if I think it's dirty, it's dirty.

5. My children's breath is entirely disgusting when they wake up. I don't know why this surprises me, because mine isn't exactly roses. However, my kids have no concept of personal space at 8:00am. Since they are so incredibly happy to see me 1st thing in the morning, and I cannot refuse free kisses, I will be purchasing nose plugs this weekend. Problem solved.

A Season or A Spell?

I've been going through a dry spell lately. Hopefully, I'm not the only believer on the planet who experiences this, so some of you can relate. Basically, I've not made time for God lately. Other things, that are so obviously not important, have edged their way into my time with Him. The part that really perturbs me is that it is stupid stuff. You know, things like creating a new blog header, cleaning my house, or better yet, napping. I feel like I can almost justify the napping considering that I have a newborn in the house. Just last night, Baby D decided that he wanted to be awake from 3:00am - 4:45am. He wasn't fussy, he just wanted to be awake and be held. Part of me can almost justify the cleaning, have you been to my house lately? However, I know that even these things, justifiable as they may be, are just another thing separating me from the blessings I could be receiving from time with Him.

A few years ago, I honestly don't remember if it was after Elizabeth was born or when the twins were born, my friend Emily and I were talking about being a mom and having quiet time (or for me, the lack thereof). Emily, being the wise, wise woman she is, offered me a different perspective. She said, "Jessica, in this season of your life, God truly knows the desires of your heart. He knows how much you have going on. Make your day constant worship to Him, while you mother your children." That spoke such volumes to me. I know that God cares about details because He's shown me that time and time again. Yet, this time it's different.

Yes, I'm suffering from lack of sleep. Yes, I have 4 children under 4 in my home. But in all honesty, those things aren't what's keeping me from Him. It's purely me. I feel like I go through spurts of intense study. I will go weeks and immerse myself in God's word, gulping in the freshness of the Spirit that is feeding me as much as I can take. Then, without warning, it fades. I begin to go a day or two without picking up my Bible. Those two days turn into a week, and before I know it, it's Sunday morning and I'm frantically searching the house for my Bible, because I have no clue where I last put it. Finally, I discover it, still in the car from last Sunday.

Where is the balance in my life? Where can I find that perfect harmony between too much and not enough? How can I orchestrate my days so that God is my #1 priority? Out loud I say that God is at the top of my ever growing list. However, my actions do not truly portray that. I certainly put my family, house and even computer time ahead of my Savior. As I struggle with it all, I am reminded of my life verse. Philippians 3:12-14 pretty much hits me like a ton of bricks each and every time I read it.

I'm not saying that I have this all together, that I have it made. But I am well on my way, reaching out for Christ, who has so wondrously reached out for me. Friends, don't get me wrong: By no means do I count myself an expert in all of this, but I've got my eye on the goal, where God is beckoning us onward—to Jesus. I'm off and running, and I'm not turning back.
~The Message

When I read those words, I'm reminded just how far I've come in my walk. I'm reminded that when I first began, I would go months without reading my Bible, and never feel convicted until someone or something pointed it out. Now, a few days without my God time and I'm thirsting for it. Maybe I go through drys spells so that I can see how far I've come. Maybe I go through them to see how much further I have to go. Either way, I know that I'm a work in progress. My walk with Christ changes daily. I am truly off and running, and I'm not turning back. Now....where's my Bible?

Blog-lift

So, thanks to my friend Amanda (who always seems to find things that are a "good" waste of time) I got a blog-lift. Please, let me know what you think. I wasted entirely too much time messing around with fonts colors, and of course that precious new header. If you'd like to waste some of your own time, you can click here.

If all goes well, and I get a good response, I'm considering having more things "lifted." Just kidding...

Faith and Choices

Last night, some of our friends came over. Matt and Britt are the kind of friends that can handle the raw us. They have pretty much seen the range of emotions we've had since getting sweet Baby D (except cry, because I don't do that...right?). I treasure their friendship more than they'll ever know. With them, we have a closeness that seems as thought it's been there for ages, even though when I stop and think we've really only been friends with them for less than 2 years (which just completely blows my mind).

Basically Britt is just like Luke (which is why I love her so much I think) and Matt and I are quite similar as well. He and I love to debate and usually Britt and Luke can't get a word in edgewise. So last night, they came over and we were debriefing them about our time in court. I say debrief because that's exactly what it feels like with them. We strip everything down and get to the bare bones, then they continue to help us pick it apart. I love that we can do that with them and that we don't have to hold back. We can rant and say things that are purely selfish and they allow it, knowing it's not really our true heart but rather something we just needed to say. If you have friends like this, you understand what I'm talking about. If you don't, find some.

Last night, Luke and I were really getting worked up. Luke was ranting about how obvious it is that we would be the best place for Baby D. We were going on and on about how sorry we thought it was that the birth parents didn't even ask about him yesterday. We were venting about how ridiculous it was that the attorney made it abundantly clear to the court that the birth parents paid for Baby D's circumcision, even thought it was "elective." While Luke and I understand where the attorney is coming from, he was pitching their actions to the court as if they should win a Parent of the Year award or something. Disgusting. After Luke finished his rant, this is basically how mine went:

Absolutely! I mean, let's make sure everyone knows that they paid for the circumcision. I mean, after all it is expensive to parent a child. I mean, we've hardly done anything for Baby D. We've just paid the power bill so that he could have heat, lights and warm water. We've only paid the water bill so he could have water in his bottle to mix his formula. We've only provided every diaper he's ever used. We've only paid for the gas in our car to take him to the doctor. We've done those things because THAT'S WHAT PARENTS DO!

Then Matt said something that really made me stop and think. It wasn't his intention to convict me, but I know God placed that thought in his head because it was exactly what I needed to hear. He said, Yeah, if this was a custody battle it would be over.

That's it. In my mind, this entire thing has been a custody battle of sorts. It has been about what seems to be Baby D's obvious best interest, in my opinion. I don't know if I've been looking for validation, or if God just chose to make it obvious. I can see clearly that we are doing what is in the best interest of this Baby. I need no further reason other than being a mother. Mothers love their babies. Mothers care for them, despite impending heartache. Mothers choose to love above all else. Mothers do what it takes to care for their kids. Mothers make sacrifices. I'm a mother to Baby D, not someone on one side of a courtroom, fighting for custody. I love how God completely places situations, friends and comments in my path to redirect my heart just when it begins to slip.

This week I read Hebrews 11. I realized that my God is faithful. I realized that I am not. I need to place all of my faith in Him. If He chooses to bless me with the desires of my heart, then I am unworthy. If He chooses to increase my faith through a challenging outcome, then I am unworthy. Either way, God stays the same and I remain in a place of choice. For me, the choice is simple, I choose to have faith. I choose to trust. I choose His way, because really, what other choice do I have? One day, He will show me the promised land. The journey to get there will be nothing like I expected. I have faith that He loves me and desires the best for me. The joy is in the journey and my faith lies in Him. I love Hebrews 11:40

God had planned something better for us so that only together with us would they be made perfect.

He has something better for us. Together, with great friends, He is making me perfect.

Hearings and Reminders

This morning we went to court for the Adjudication and Disposition Hearings for Baby D. Basically, as I understand it, an adjudication hearing is the court proceeding where the petition accusations (the document that the judge initially signed for Baby D to be removed from his parents) is reviewed and if the parents feel that the child was unjustly removed, then they can contest the petition. If that happens then the case goes to trial (no jury, just the judge). However, Baby D's parents did not contest. All of the allegations in the petition were confirmed so we quickly moved onto the disposition. The disposition is where the attorneys recommend what needs to happen for the parents to get their child back. Then, the judge takes those recommendations and either modifies, adds to or omits any he/she deems necessary. It was all quite interesting. If you'd like more info on foster care court proceedings, click here (it will open a word document).

Of course, Baby D's birth parents were there, so I had all of the nervousness and emotion that I normally have when I am around them. Luke was there too, so that helped immensely. Can I just brag on my husband a minute....(of course I can, it's my blog!)...he is so amazing. He took the entire morning off to go to court. Now, if you know my husband at all you know that taking off work is not something he does lightly. In the 5.5 yrs we've been married he has NEVER called in sick (except 1 time when I was sick and couldn't take care of the kids). The only other time he's taken off work is when we have guests in town or for holidays. So here he is, beside me through this whole process. I was so thankful. Then, as we were sitting the parking lot waiting to go into the courthouse, he reaches over and takes my hand and says the most sincere prayer. He prays for the condition of our hearts (I especially needed that) and for our sweet Baby D. My husband is such a godly man, and I am so, so, so blessed.

Okay, so we get into the court room and it really wasn't that bad. The hardest part was listening to each attorney recommend that Baby D be reunified with his birth parents. I knew that this would be the case, but hearing it out loud crushed my heart. My mind immediately went to that moment when I would have to return him. I envisioned putting him in the car seat. My fat, chubby, handsome 1+ yr old, being buckled in and then watching the social worker drive him away forever. It makes me cry just thinking about it. I know that if that is where God leads us, He will sustain us, but I just can't let my mind go there...not yet.

Basically, the birth parents have A LOT to do. They have a long road ahead of them. Selfishly, I'm glad that they have so many things to do, because that decreases the chances of him going back to them. Then God whispers in to me, Don't you want them to know me? Be a light. It's too hard to swallow.

The most intriguing part of all was that the birth parents never even asked us how he was. When they came into the court room, before it all started, birth mom walked over to me and just said, "Does he need anything?" I told her diapers, because what else would I say? I'm so glad that I didn't blurt something inappropriate out like, "He really needs a loving, stable home...why don't you work on that, huh?" Praise God my filter has become better developed these last few years.

They never asked about him. They didn't ask who was keeping him while we were there. They didn't ask anything. How is that possible? How is it possible for a mother to look at the woman caring for her child and she not ask a single question about his well being? I don't understand and maybe I never will. Afterward, Luke and I went to get some coffee and digest what we'd just experienced. We continued to be baffled by their behavior and Luke continued to remind me that Jesus loves them the same way He loves us. I need to be reminded this continually. I need to be reminded that I should show them Christ's love. I need to be reminded of why we started this process in the first place...so that we could show the love of Christ to everyone we came in contact with. Remind me Lord, remind me, but please do it gently.

Because I'm a Mother

10 Random things I know, only because I'm a mother:

1. A newborn can shoot poop almost 5 feet.
2. Missing afternoon naps means bedtime will be a NIGHTMARE.
3. Hot dog and milk vomit is, by far, the smelliest of all the vomits.
4. Love can be unconditional.
5. Not dish soap or bath soap or even Equate brand shower gel can kill the smell of poop that has been smeared in a 2 yr olds hair, on her face, or all over her hands. Vinegar works nicely.
6. Slobbery kisses are the best kisses.
7. Toddlers rationalize things way differently than adults do. For example, it is completely logical to play in your own poop two times in the same day.
8. A 4 year old can understand faith and the power of prayer. This week, we prayed for the children of Africa, our Bubbie and Sissy, our Baby D and Frogs (all in the same night).
9. There is nothing in the world like skinny little arms wrapped around your neck.
10. The sitting area at the mall will suffice when a playground cannot be found. It's amazing how much fun you can have on sofas and chairs that are not in our house and have no rules.

Good Times, Best Friends

I told you all I'd have pictures in tow from our time with my BFF and her family so here they are! You might want to make sure the warranty is up to date on your monitor because these kids are so cute your screen might just explode.

Sweet Addie, playing in the water



Mason enjoying the water in his own special way



The "Best Friends"



Rub-a-dub-dub....5 kids in the tub


Top: Mason & Elizabeth
Bottom: Ashlee, Addie & Lucas

Now, which two are the twins? I think all our kids favor so much it's scary. Guess when you've been friends as long as Amanda and I have, your DNA starts to merge. I know our brains are pretty much wired identical, except for a few minor changes.

The Sheerest of Gifts

Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don't try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.
~ James 1:2-4 (The Message)

Pure joy, huh (That's the NIV translation)? A sheer gift? Really? If such is the case, then I'm so tickled I could pop! I love how it is written in The Message version because it reads,

when tests and challenges come at you from all sides (emphasis added).

I totally feel that way right now. I am being tested from every angle. Family frustrations, homeschooling worries, volunteer duties....then of course there's the usual, things. The "simpler" stuff like parenting, marriage, keeping my house up. Wow, a sheer gift? I struggle to see all the joy.

Where I AM finding joy is in the fact that I am yearning for time with my Father. I am desperate for His word. I'm thirsty. Not that I've opened my Bible more than once this week, but the longing is still there. 6-12 months ago, I would have just continued through my day lacking nothing. The stress would be piling higher still, but the outlet never identified, the desire never sparked. That is sheer joy for me. I have prayed so many times, "Father, let me desire to spend time with you. Let me long for your word." He has answered. He has provided the desire, the longing. Many times this past week I've walked right past my Bible, glancing at it with such longing. Knowing that a half hour, fifteen minutes, in it's goodness would replenish my soul. But life's demands have called me away. Now I can see the attacker roping me into his snares.

Two years ago, shortly after the twins' birth, Luke and I were laying in our bed, exhausted from the day. Our new precious babies, were snoozing softly in the bassinet next to our bed. As one of them squeaked out a sweet baby noise, we both smiled. Almost in unison we spoke of how much fun this parenting thing was. Yes, we were EXHAUSTED. Yes, we were strained, but it truly was pure joy. It really was the sheerest of gifts. Looking back, I totally see what verse 4 means when it says,

Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.

We could not have felt more completely exhausted. I wondered a lot back then if we'd ever make it to the twins' 2nd birthday. I wondered how we would ever endure. However, I can see so clearly that God sent us Lucas and Ashlee exactly when He did so that we could become more mature, more developed parents. We don't have this parenting thing all figured out by any means. However, managing newborn twins and a 22 month old wasn't easy. It was physically, emotionally and spiritually exhausting. Having 3 kids under two certainly prepared us for having four kids under 4. This is WAY easier than it was when the twins were newbies, and I'm so much more spiritually mature. Knowing all of this, I know that this stress and these troubles are for God's perfect plan. I know that I am being tested because of a greater good. I know that He is sovereign, faithful and above all, LOVE. Because of that knowledge and my faith in Him, I will persevere. I will endure and I will try to consciously recognize the sheer gifts I have in my life at this very moment.

PS-Thanks Mandy for bringing these verses to my attention. I needed it so much more than you could know.

Veruca Salt-iness

I have to confess that lately my prayers have become quite selfish. When Baby D first got here, my prayers were purely for God's will. My heart's earnest desire was to see this family come to know Christ and be reunited. Over the last several days, they have turned VERY selfish. I struggled with whether or not to post this (its been sitting here since last Wednesday), but I felt that I had posted every other emotion I've felt so far, so why not this one too?

My prayer life has started revolving around my own selfish desires. As I continue to work through Experiencing God, I read about George Müller and how he prayed in the Spirit. To do this, he first prayed for God to take all of his own desires out of his heart, each and every last one of them. Then, he asked for the Spirit to place God's desires within him. So, knowing I am being very selfish lately, yesterday I asked God to take my desires. As I sat there, waiting....wanting God to take them, I felt my heart begin to lift. I felt a tinge of relief...then suddenly as if I was physically moving I felt my heart reach out and grab all of my emotions and pull them back. Almost as if they were being smothered within me. Imagine a balloon that is about to float away into the clouds, then at the last minute you grab the last inch of string and violently pull it toward you, engulfing it with your arms.

I feel this inner struggle constantly. I want to release it all to God, but for some reason I'm holding on, unable to let go completely. Am I afraid of God's desires? Am I fearful of what I might feel? I'm busying myself with other things, like arguing or picking fights with my husband. In my quiet time, I'm searching for answers to my questions, rather than opening my heart to hear what God wants to say. I am looking for signs rather than God.

I'm being very selfish. I want to know ALL of the answers NOW. I want MY WAY. I want what I FEEL is best for me. Where is that refuge I had mere days ago? Geesh, I'm such an Israelite! I forget so quickly how redemptive God is and I turn to myself to solve my problems. Surely this too will pass, but I know that I must pray my way through it, and I just don't have the strength right now. I want Baby D forever, not just for now. I want everyone to see that we would make the best home for him. I want God to answer the cries of my heart.

I sort of feel like Veruca Salt on Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory..."No Daddy, I want it NOW!" Unfortunately, God has never answered these demanding prayers in the past and I don't think He'll be starting anytime soon. So, I'm back to waiting, praying and trusting. I'm back to offering up my thoughts on a minute by minute basis. I'm back to asking God to change my heart. I mean, the world doesn't need another Veruca, and I certainly don't want THAT as my legacy.

Blogging Vaca

My best friend Amanda, her husband Jeremy and their two kids arrived early this morning at 7am. They drove the entire night, 12 hours, from Arkansas to visit us for a couple days before heading off for a family vacation in Gatlinburg. I am soaking up my time w/ her since I only get to see her about once a year. So, that means I'll be on a blogging vaca until at least Sunday night. See you all then....with pictures in tow!

Tagged

Amanda tagged me, so reluctantly here goes:

Crazy Eights

Eight things I am passionate about:

~ Christ

~ My family

~ My friends

~ Laughing

~ Breastfeeding

~ Foster Care

~ Student Ministry

~ Homeschooling

Eight things I say a lot:

"be gentle"

"be still"

"be nice"

"Use your spoon/fork"

"Leave him/her alone"

"Please stop screaming"

"I love you"

"Say you're sorry"


Eight things I'd like to do before I die (These are completely off the top of my head and have had NO forethought, so I reserve the right to delete any at any given time):

~ Pray with someone to receive Christ

~ Get a tattoo

~ Own an RV and see everything North & South America have to offer

~ Watch my kids grow up and live their lives for Christ

~ Be a grandmother

~ Have tons of kids through either birth or adoption (with 4 already in the house, I'd say we're well on our way)

~ Spend an extended amount of time in Europe/Asia

~ Take our kids to Disney and not worry about what we're spending

Eight books I've read recently:

~ Bible by God

~ Experiencing God by Henry Blackaby

~ Captivating by John and Stasi Elderidge

~ Train Up A Child by Michael and Debi Pearl

~ What Every Woman Wants In A Man/What Every Man Wants In A Woman by John and Diana Hagee

~ The Legend of the Monk and the Merchant by Terry Felber

~ Cookie Monster/Elmo/Big Bird Learns to Count/His Letters/Colors

~ Bible Board books, ie..Jonah, Joseph, Daniel

Eight Movies I have seen eight times:

Dumb and Dumber

The Lion King

A Bugs Life

Steel Magnolias

The Silence of the Lambs (yes, I know)

Big Sister Dora

Big Daddy

Titanic

Eight People I "tag," you know you love me ;)

Lani

Paige

Grace

Mary

Skylar

Twin Power Mommy (b/c I just realized I don't know your real name)

JSho

Beth

My Comfort, My Refuge, My Strength

Yesterday's doctor visit went well. The birth parents showed up (even though I selfishly prayed they would bail out). Luke and I sat, in a small waiting room in the back with his birth parents for almost an hour. During that time I felt such peace. I must thank each of you for praying for us, because I know it was those prayers that kept my heart from racing the entire hour (though it probably would have been good cardio, and I need to burn all of the calories I can). I know it was prayer that led me through the day yesterday. For that, I thank you.

I must say though, that quite a few of my friends have said that I am "special." Or that our family is "amazing." Please, please, please do not give us the credit. It is not on our own accord that we are being strong. It is not through our own initiative that we are finding peace. We are not anything special. Trust me on this one, it's ALL God.

If you look at us and see peace, turn your eyes to heaven and give God praise. If you listen to us with our kids and hear selflessness, turn your ears to God and give Him glory. If you think, for one second, that Luke and I have exponential love, turn your heart to Christ and feel His goodness. This is SO not a Luke & Jessica thing, but a God thing.

I am so weak, so anxious and so incredibly dependent. I have "nubbin" fingernails because I chew them on the regular. I take acid-reducer medicine on a consistent basis as to subside my ever churning stomach. However, since this entire foster parent process started I have felt peace. Sure I've had moments of anxiety, frustration and questions. But, for the most part, (and I would say that's about 98% of the time) I've felt PEACE. Unsurpassed peace. Peace that I cannot explain. I can only look to Christ as the source of my strength.

The song "Shout To the Lord" plays through my mind so much. So, I decided to search my favorite line of that song on BibleGateway.com (my absolute favorite Bible site). The part of the song that sticks out is "My Comfort, My Shelter, Tower of refuge and strength."

When I searched "tower of refuge," it came back with Psalm 61:2-3:

From the ends of the earth I call to you,

I call as my heart grows faint;

lead me to the rock that is higher than I.

For you have been my refuge,
a strong tower against the foe.

Sheer perfection. Precisely how I see myself. Letting go and trusting God with all of my questions has been quite a struggle. Each time I want to pick up the phone and call someone to get their opinion, God whispers once more, I'm enough, remember? He is my refuge, He is my strong tower when my heart grows faint.

So please, if you pass us in the store, see us in the halls at church or if we even come to mind, please give God all the glory. Although it's humbling and flattering to hear of others praising you, we truly can't take any credit. God has totally taken over this situation and brought us more peace than we could ever imagine. It is not our own, it is purely Him.

Shout To the Lord
(click the title listen, I like the Skillet version best)

My Jesus, My Savior,
Lord there is none like You.
All of my days,
I want to praise,
The wonders of Your mighty love.
My Comfort, my Shelter
Tower of refuge and strength.
Let every breath, all that I am,
Never cease to worship You.

Shout to the Lord,
All the Earth let us sing.
Power and majesty
Praise to the King.
Mountains bow down
And the seas will roar
At the sound of Your name.
I sing for joy at the work of Your hands.
Forever I'll love You, forever I'll stand
Nothing compares
To the promise I have in You.

Enough

Today was draining. Baby D had his 2nd visit with his birth parents. I had the opportunity to observe the visit from the other side of a two-way mirror, with headphones to listen to the interactions. Can I just tell you how confusing it was for me?

Here I am, watching these people hold, kiss and love my baby. They are calling him "son" and referring to themselves as "Mom" and "Dad." My conscious self knows that these labels are true, but the mother in me was screaming something totally different.

To be honest, watching the visit wasn't as difficult for me as it could have been. I can sympathize with this mother on so many levels, just as I can all mothers. She must be thinking of her little guy day and night. Each time she feels the pain of her body recovering from childbirth, I know she must think of him. As she holds, kisses and smells him, I know her heart must yearn to take him home and know him.

On the other hand, my heart also turns cold when thoughts of her come to mind. How can any woman justify mis-treating her body when she is pregnant? How can any woman look at her bulging stomach in the mirror and have no regard for the life inside? How can any mother watch her child walk away with another "mom" and not have to be physically restrained?

God is working on me in all of this. I feel Him pressing my heart from many different directions. I want, so desperately, to feel His will. Today I feel like He's been speaking yet again. I analyze every interaction I have with the birth parents, especially after getting to observe them with the baby for over 1 1/2 hours today. I think about every comment they made. I mull over the comments of the social workers. I strip everything I've heard down to basics and replay in my mind over and over and over again. I have so many questions.

I have made a new friend, Sonja, who has been down this road before. She seems so wise. Each time a new emotion surfaces I want to call her and glean from her experience. However, I feel God leading me another way.

He simply says, Let me answer your questions. Let me guide your heart. Let me be enough.

Aren't I just like the world? We want so badly to know everything up front. We want to know the final destination before we even start the journey. We want all of the hard times to be laid out in front of us, with an answer key supplied. God doesn't work that way. As I continue to work through Experiencing God, I am see more and more clearly that I need to let God be enough. He needs to be everything in every area of my life. He needs to be the one to answer my questions. He needs to fulfill my every need. Although I can seek Godly counsel from people of this world, my main source of strength and guidance should be from Him and His word.

As I watched the interactions of this tattered family, God kept saying "Remember, Jeremiah 29:11." As I cleaned up dishes from dinner just minutes ago, I thought about those words.

For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. (NIV)

Do I really think my plans are better than God's? Do I really think He will be surprised by the outcome? At this point, I must let go and allow God's plan to unfold. This will not be easy, nor will it be without heartache. However, His plan is best. He IS God. He loves me. He loves Baby D. He even loves Baby D's birth parents.

As I face another day where I will endure more time with Baby D's birth parents (tomorrow there's a Dr's appointment and they'll be there), I know that I must walk through the day arm in arm with God. I must look to Him for my answers, I must let Him be enough.

Forecast: Foggy With A Promise of Clarity

I think I've said before, somewhere on this blog, that I don't believe in coincidence. When things seem to happen and they are all inner linked, I don't chalk it up to coincidence anymore, God gets the credit. I mean really, as a believer in Christ can I really think that something can continue to be shown to me over and over and over again and I just assume it is by accident? God is not a God of accidents. Nothing surprises Him.

I say that to tell you that lately, God has brought the same thing to my attention several times, from several different sources. These people are not related in any manner, other than being people that know me, and yet they seem to be speaking the same material into my life. I have yet to figure out what God is trying to tell me. I know it must be important since He's used 3 different people and as many different interactions to get this stuff in front of me.

Somewhere, I am missing what He is trying to tell me. I guess I'll just watch, re-read and pray about it until it comes into focus. I praise Him for being so patient as my inept mind tries to grasp what He is obviously yelling in my direction. I could take a few guesses, but that would be all that they are, guesses. The one thing I have figured out about my Creator is that when He wants me to see something, He makes it abundantly clear. I always walk away from the encounter knowing what He has said and what I am suppose to do. Sometimes, I'm suppose to pray and wait. Other times, I am only suppose to take one tiny step before I await His direction once more. No matter what the message, He always promises to make His ways known. He always allows me to see His purpose, and I am ALWAYS baffled that He chose me.

At any rate, here is what He has been putting in front of me lately. The first time I saw it, was on my best friend Amanda's blog. Then, my friend Emily suggested that we watch the video series in our 10th grade Sunday School class. If that wasn't enough, just this morning, I received and email from another friend with this exact material (condensed, of course). Take a look at it and tell me what God is saying to you through this very interesting video. It takes about a minute for Louie to get started, but bear with him. Also, I'd recommend checking out the entire 2 part series from your library. Trust me, it's worth it.

Water, Water Everywhere

We have been so busy these last few days!! I realized that my last few posts have been exclusively about Baby D. While a lot of emotion has been wrapped around this little fella, my Mommy Fairness Alarm has been going off. Therefore, I must publish some pictures of Elizabeth, Lucas and Ashlee.

Before I do that, let me update you about Friday. I took Baby D to his appointment and I got to meet his birth parents. It went so much better than I could have ever anticipated and I could feel prayer all around me. God placed several things in my path (songs, familiar people, etc.) and I knew that prayers were being answered. I got the opportunity to speak with Baby D's social worker and get more information regarding his situation. It was good for me and helped me to gain some more insight into this process. This little guy is super, duper special and I'm loving him more and more with every diaper, bottle, cuddle and breath.

Now, about those pictures...

On Wednesday, we went to the pool at the country club (my parents are members, not us!). Elizabeth was SOOOOOO cute!























Ashlee's got the cutest booty ever! I loved how her little "cheeks" hung out of the sides!











Lucas hated this swimsuit. We tried to make him tough it out, but finally we caved and he got to use swimmies just like Elizabeth.









It's been super hot here with temps reaching the 100's. I tried to upload a video of the kids playing in the water, but it was taking too long. Maybe I'll try again if we ever get faster internet.

Also, some good friends are leaving tomorrow to serve the people of Kenya as missionaries. Please keep them in your prayers. God is good and as I've said before, I can't wait so see what lies ahead for our family.

Simply The Best

I pretty much have the most amazing husband on the planet. I know, I know, a lot of wives say that, but for me it is so completely true. My husband is simply the best. Let me prove it to you:

With our first "baby" he knew the
importance of quality time.

He values a good book.
(That's Elizabeth about 3 months old.)





He takes life with a smile,
even when things pile up.





He knows how to handle
double trouble.





When the road of life gets rough,
he takes us on a joy ride.





He melts our hearts, even on the coldest of days.





He lifts us up.
(The extra one is our cousin Dylan.)


I could not ask for a better man to be my husband
or the father of my children.
Thank you honey for being all you've promised to be and more.
I am so blessed.

Happy Father's Day!

Breakable Walls

Today has been a struggle. I found out from Baby D's social worker (different from our social worker, yes that makes 2 so far) that the first scheduled visit with birth parents is in the morning. Not only that, but because of some weird scheduling issues, I'll most likely be present and in the same room for most of the visit. It is unavoidable. My heart is torn. While I know it's beneficial, it also makes me nervous. So much rides on these visits. Will they say the right things just to be saying them? Will the social worker see if they are being fake? (A 3rd social worker, in case you're counting). Will they want him back? Will they want to let him go? Will they even know what they want this early in the game?

Earlier today as I struggled through these emotions I felt the Lord calling me. Even though the twins were waking up, I shut off the monitor and spent some time with God. I did my daily work from Experiencing God and realized that all God was asking me to do was pray and wait. I am so much a "get it done" kind of girl. If I know something needs to be fixed, I want to fix it. If I see that a conversation needs to be had, I wanna talk about it. If I think that something is about to happen, I want it to get here and get gone. On a side note: I am NOT this proactive with the cleanliness of my home, dirty laundry, etc. Guess you can't have it all, huh?

Anyway, as I finished up my daily work with Henry Blackaby, I felt God saying "Pray." So, I prayed. I told God that I wasn't sure how I was suppose to feel. I told Him that I knew there were walls around my heart. I told Him that I was struggling to find balance. I told Him I knew He'd heard my prayers and that He would answer. Still feeling the call to Jeremiah 29:11(as I had since I first heard about Baby D), I decided I'd read the entire 29th chapter of Jeremiah. Can I just tell you how cool God is?

Let me set the stage. Jeremiah the prophet is writing a letter to the exiles from Jerusalem. These people had been banished from Jerusalem to Babylon by King Nebuchadnezzar. In the letter Jeremiah basically tells them that God has spoken to him and His message to the people is that they should get comfortable (my translation, not NIV). God said to them:

"Build houses and settle down; plant gardens and eat what they produce. Marry and have sons and daughters; find wives for your sons and give your daughters in marriage, so that they too may have sons and daughters. Increase in number there; do not decrease." v. 5-6

Clearly they'd been asking God, "What do we do? How do we live? How long will this last?" Hummm....those questions sounded familiar to my pleading heart.

Basically, they are to carry on with their lives as normal. Normal? Really? Come on God! Nothing about this is normal! I have some other woman's baby in my home. I'm suppose to treat this baby normally? Like mine? Go about my life as if he were my own?

In that still, small voice I hear, "Yes." I'm totally floored. I prayed and asked and He made known. Now that I had my answer, I had to pray the hardest part yet. "Father, tear down the walls. Tear them down so that I can love this sweet baby as my own. Keep me from being guarded. Open my heart to him. Let me love."

I left my quiet time and continued on with my day. All 4 kids woke up, had a snack and we went out to play in the sand and water. Later, I brought Baby D upstairs and started getting dinner ready. I was feeding him his bottle when it hit me like a hurricane. "You're mine," I whispered softly, "and I'll love you as long as God lets me." Even now, typing those words brings tears to my eyes. I sat with Baby D, on our couch and the flood gates opened. God slowly and faithfully tore down each and every brick from around my heart. I cuddled, kissed and allowed this child into my heart. I promised him I'd love him forever, whether he's in our home or not. I allowed my soul to birth one more child. My heart divided once more, but this time making enough room for one more tiny person.

Today, I became a mother to 4.

May the words of my mouth and
the meditation of my heart be pleasing in your sight,
O LORD, my Rock and my Redeemer.
~ Psalm 19:13

(Yes, that is Baby D's preciousness pictured!)

"D" Day

We've had Baby D for just over 24 hours now. He's the sweetest baby. As I woke up with him last night, I was reminded why I have always loved being a new mother. Yes, the nights are hard, but I also treasure them most. When everyone and everything else is asleep, I have special moments with my babies. Last night Baby D and I shared precious moments. As he sipped his bottle I thought about his birth parents. I prayed for them and asked God to reveal himself to them. My earnest prayer is that they would become believers in Christ, and allow this situation to infiltrate their hearts to know Him more.

As for Baby D, his disposition is so calm. He hates being cold, which includes having his diaper changed and his navel cleaned with alcohol. He LOVES being swaddled. Elizabeth, Lucas and Ashlee are doing so great with him. At the rate they are going, they'll probably kiss raw spots on his little head. He's eating about every 2 hours and is almost up to 2 ounces each feeding. As I'm sure you can understand, I am unable to post photos of his face or ones that might reveal his identity. However, I tried to be creative and give you a peek at what this precious little guys is like. Here are some of my favorites from today.







Elizabeth sat watching Baby D for almost 30 minutes this morning. She's so compassionate towards him . She's already asking me how long he gets to stay. Notice her attire? She's best at "Mommying" when she's princessed up!





What precious little ears!
What a precious baby boy!

My child, listen to what I say,
and treasure my commands.
Tune your ears to wisdom,
and concentrate on understanding.
Cry out for insight,
and ask for understanding.
~ Proverbs 2:1-3

Sweet Baby Boy

We just got sweet baby "D" about 30 minutes ago. He's been changed, fed and is now resting. We appreciate your prayers so much. This morning he weighed 5lbs 4oz. He's soooo tiny. Elizabeth is already taking charge and being a little Mommy. I will post more later.

Trusting Balance

The kids are home from the pool (they went last minute with MeMe and PawPaw). The house is quiet. I've had some time to think about this baby. I've been able to speak with other people involved and I'm struggling to find balance.

At what point do I allow my heart to surrender all and love this baby? At what point do I remain guarded, just in case. As I sit in the silence of my house I think about baby cries that will soon fill the air, I struggle to know how much is enough. How much is too much?

In my mind, I've likened these last few weeks to those of a pregnancy. Those last precious weeks where you are desperate for the baby to get here, yet overwhelmed at the thought of having a tiny person to care for.

The social worker just called and said that it will be tomorrow morning before the baby is discharged from the hospital. New emotions surface as I realize that this little guy is in the hospital, getting only the attention required. It's hard not to fall in love, and I've never even seen his precious face. I know that God already knows. I know the path has already been seen by the most amazing One. I know that he is being held in the hands of the Almighty. Jeremiah 29:11 races through my mind. He knows the plans, He knows the future and the most beautiful part yet is, He knows my heart.

It's GO Time

God works fast. We MAY be getting a baby later today. As I'm sure you can understand, I won't be able to go into great detail about the baby and his situation. However, we can use all the prayer you can offer.

Thanks for taking this journey with us. I'm excited to see what God has in store for us.

It's Officially Official

We got a confirmation call today! We are officially licensed foster parents. I am so super excited! I'll try to keep you posted as we receive children into our home!! Please pray for us as we begin this journey. God is so amazing and I can't wait to see what He has in store.

My Abba, My Dad

I received a call from our social worker today. It was the call that I have been anticipating for a few weeks now. Even though we're not "official" we're close. She spoke with the person at the state department, and our application has been reviewed, approved and processed. Next comes the final step of it being "keyed" into the system. We're not official until all is keyed in and we obtain a home reference number. Most likely, that should all be done by Friday (6/6).

As I was in my quiet time this morning, I felt God calling to me to just be still. I felt Him calling me to cuddle. I know that sounds weird and as I heard Him say that to me in my heart, I blurted out "Really?" I felt Him saying, "Come close, rest your head on my chest and let me hold you." I've never experienced anything like that before. Suddenly I was overwhelmed with emotion, not in a tearful sense, but in a childlike way. I felt Him close, I snuggled up with an oversized pillow and visualized myself cuddled into my Father. I've never had this type of intimacy with Him before so it was strange, yet marvelous. As I sat there, on the floor of my living room, hugging a pillow, I felt Him loving me as a father loves his daughter. One word flowed from my heart and burst forth from my lips ABBA.

I had read somewhere before that Abba is a name used to reference God in the most endearing way, almost like calling Him Daddy. Although there is no specific word in the English language to properly translate Abba, today I felt the emotion tied to that word.

Flash forward to this afternoon, I hang up the phone after speaking with the social worker. I feel overwhelming emotion. I feel myself anticipating, much like childbirth, a child that is coming to our home. I don't know when, I won't know how and I can't understand why, but a child is coming to us.

Today, my Abba allowed me an intimacy I've never felt. As I thought about that today, I realized that He is also holding that precious child, cuddling her. Keeping him or her safe until they can become a part of our family, even if it's temporary. I pray that as we journey down this path that will be rocky, tiresome, joyful and lovely, that my Abba will continue to hold me, secure against His chest, reassuring me "I'm here, I'm here..."

HIM

I think of a million excuses. I have a to-do list a mile long, that must get done instead. I count Sunday morning worship, Tuesday morning Bible Study group and Wednesday nights with the youth. I tell myself that my nap time was used for resting in Him.

Those are lies. Real relationships take work. Love relationships require efforts of great magnitude. Intimacy is necessary.

I expect Him to speak but I never stop and listen. I pray for guidance and discernment without cultivating the bond. I seek wisdom, honor and value, but ignore the essential Truth. My heart screams with questions, when the answers have already been written.

I toss ideas around in my head wondering if the Spirit is prompting, knowing if it were Him, He'd be more clear because that's His character.

I remember prior pain and hope the scars have healed, forgetting how He washed them clean with His own hands.

Anxiety tortures my mind, keeping me awake. I ask Him why. He makes it clear that He's waiting for me to lay it at His feet.

He sits and waits as I walk right by, promising to catch up later, committing to Him my left-overs, my tired mind, my weary heart. I vow to make our time priority, often breaking my promise.

He always keeps His promises. He's always faithful. He's always true, He's always good. He always has time for me. He never keeps me waiting, especially when I need Him most. He's WAY busier than I'll ever be.

The problem with my relationship with God is ME.

Happy Birthday Lucas! Happy Birthday Ashlee!

Today my babies turn 2! Part of me can hardly believe that it's only been 2 years since they were born. In the same breath, it feels like they just arrived yesterday.





Lucas Marvin
Born at 1:18pm
5 lbs 2oz, 19 inches

Ashlee Faith

3:42pm
(yes, that's correct)

5lbs 13oz, 19.5 inches

Since the day they were born, they've each been unique. Lucas is usually very serious and "all boy." Ashlee began her life as a drama queen and has never looked back (notice the 2.5 hour delay between their births)! In the two brief years they've been on this earth, they've taught me so much about being a mother and follower of Christ. It hasn't always been easy, but their lives have given me joy each and every day.

Lucas,

You're such the little man. You want to do everything your big sister does (plus some). You love to "help" Daddy. You are strong willed and determined. I know that if I do my job and train you properly, you will use that strong will of yours for the Lord to further His kingdom. You are a very serious little boy, but you also know how to be silly. When you belly laugh, you make our whole family crack up!


Ashlee,

I've never met a little girl as loving as you! You are constantly offering hugs, "sugar-lips" and affection. God knew just what I needed when He made you my daughter!! I treasure the endless kisses and hugs. You have a fiery temper to match that beautiful red hair. I pray, that as I parent you, you will learn to focus that "passion" toward our Savior, and win people for Him.

You both make my heart swell with joy and pride.

I love you,

Mommy

From 1 - 31? I'll Be An 8

I really don't like the Proverbs 31 woman. Since the first time I read those words, I've never liked her. She is a woman that seems to have reached near perfection, something that is light years away from me. When I read most of the words in Proverbs 31, it leaves me feeling disheartened rather than inspired. I feel angry not convicted. I feel hopeless not rejuvenated. In the 21 verses that describe this impeccable woman, I can only identify with two. Verses 11 and 23 seem to be only ones I posses or even want to;

11 Her husband has full confidence in her
and lacks nothing of value.

23 Her husband is respected at the city gate,
where he takes his seat among the elders of the land.

Even those have more to do with my husband's mindset than my ability. I see this woman and I have no desire to be anything like her. Who wants to "get up while it's still dark" and have a "lamp that does not go out at night?" Not me! When I see Proverbs 31 I think of all the things I am not, rather than the things I aspire to be.

I consider myself more like the woman from John chapter 8. No, I'm not an adulterer, but I can identify with her sin, her scars, her dirt. Here is a woman who has been caught in the most heinous of sins. Then, for everyone to see, she is brought to the center of town and called out. Instead of persecuting her more, Jesus draws the attention from her to Himself. He takes her sin and makes Himself the center of attention. Then, in a moment completely true to His character, He commands that she be stoned only by those who have never sinned. Impossible!

The guilty is redeemed. The woman is seen in light of the Truth.

I am this woman. I am the one who feels as though her every sin has been brought forth to the center of the crowd. I am the woman who sees the innermost of my heart and feels as though it's on display for the world to ridicule. Then, when thrown at the feet of Christ, waiting for my judgment, He simply takes the sin and draws the attention to Himself. My sins are forgotten and I am made anew. I am pardoned and excused. I visualize Jesus reaching His mighty hands down, grabbing me under the armpits (much like you would pick up a small child), setting me on my feet again. He gently brushes off the dirt, then pats me on the back, sending me on my way. The shame is gone, the sin erased.

I don't like the Proverbs 31 woman, but I love the lady in John 8.

1,000 Thoughts

It's been a crazy week. I have so many thoughts rolling around in my mind. It almost feels like that game you get at the dollar store, where there are several little marbles inside the little plastic case, and the goal is to get them to all land securely in their little holes. For some reason, my thoughts cannot be settled. We'd have busy schedules these past few weeks, but for some reason, even during down time my mind cannot be still. I need to do several days worth of my Bible study, which I know is not a good thing to cram several days into one.

I went to a homeschool convention on Thursday and Friday (and was too overloaded to go back on Saturday). I've been thinking about the curriculum I bought and I am excited to begin showing Elizabeth (and the twins) the world so that they might fall in love with learning.

Our foster care license should be processed soon, which means that any time now we could get the call. I am already praying for the children that will come into our home and that I might have discernment for their situation.

Lucas and Ashlee will be 2 years old on Friday. I can hardly believe it! Luke and I were looking at some pictures a few weeks ago, and it really seems like it's only been a few months ago that we brought them home from the hospital. Lately, when I look at them, I see little kids rather than my babies and it makes me sad.

There are some family situations that I am worried about. I know that a lot of people close to me are hurting, and it's challenging to be uplifting when I feel the weight of their sorrows on my shoulders. With each revelation of pain, I feel physical weight being laid on me. I know I need to pray and lay it at God's feet, but for some reason I'm struggling with that. Am I doubting His ability to work miracles or the willingness of the people in my life to change? I'm not sure.

Those are just a few of the thousand thoughts running through my mind. Sorry to be Debbie Downer. Sometimes you just gotta lay it all out, so you can walk away and give your mind time to breathe.

Prayers for the Chapmans

Please be in prayer for this family. I can't imagine their sorrow.

Experiencing God, Take 3

This morning, I attended a women's group with my mom. She's been attending regularly with these women for a while now, and always raves about how wonderful they are. They have supported her spiritually and emotionally in ways that I am unable, and for that I am so truly thankful.

Today, they began a new study, Experiencing God by Henry Blackaby. I have done this study twice before, but jumped at the opportunity to do it again, because it is just an amazing study that shoves you face-to-face with God. I am looking forward to seeing God more clearly. I am always blown away at how much God loves me, desires me and shows Himself to me. I hope that if you've never done Experiencing God that you will RUN, not walk, to your nearest bookstore and buy it TODAY. It's that good. I am excited to see what God has in store for me and my family in the coming months as our Foster Care license becomes valid and as I pray over various things that have been on my mind. I know He is a powerful and amazing God, and I am so humbled that He chooses ME to do things for His kingdom. How awesome.

Come Thou Fount

This song has been in my heart for several days now. Along with it, Chris and Lindy have been on my heart as well. As I searched Youtube for a video with the lyrics, I found the video below. It was by no "accident" that the two (Africa and song) were combined.

So, Chris and Lindy...here is my prayer for you both, as we sit exactly 1 month out from your departure. I love you. God is good, and His goodness proceeds you.


PS-When Elizabeth saw the zebras in the video, she exclaimed "Mom, it's Zachy!" Thanks for putting this constant reminder in her life. We'll never see zebras the same way again.

Five For Friday

I stole this from another blog. Five for Friday is 5 thoughts I have rolling around in my mind. This week's are all about events/happenings from this past week.

1. Our family had 2 opportunities to help other people this week (both on Tuesday). Both of the chances to serve were b/c of our van and it being broken/fixed. They were great teachable moments for Elizabeth, and even better chances for Luke and I to see God at work.

2. Decorating with my Mom can be fun.

3. Nothing makes me feel as good as a clean (I mean REALLY clean) house. It's so relaxing.

4. I'm thankful that I have 3 healthy kids.

5. I need to sort through Elizabeth's 24 month clothes for Ashlee. My babies turn 2 in 2 weeks. Where did the time go?

Kick That To The Curb

Nothing frustrates me more than car troubles. Why is it that I allow so much anger, frustration and hatred creep into my heart over nothing more than a pile of plastic and metal? Two Friday's ago we dropped our van off at a local auto shop. We knew it needed some serious work because it is continuing to leak coolant and overheat. After keeping our car all day, I called at 5:00pm (closing time, on Friday, remember?) and asked if it was ready to be picked up. The gentleman explained to me the problem and told me it was at least a 6 hour job and that they wouldn't be able fix it that day. I told him I needed the car as it is the only vehicle we have that our entire family can ride in. We went to pick it up and were going to return it the following week.

Our schedules didn't allow us to drop it back off yesterday (Monday). They worked on it all day yesterday (never called me, not once) and when I called at 5:15pm to see if it was ready, they told me that the needed to keep it until the morning. The gentleman assured me it would be done 1st thing this morning.

Elizabeth also had a dentist appointment this morning. So, the plan was for Luke to take her to the dentist (which is literally 10 min from his work) and I would go get the van and meet him there to pick her up, hopefully eliminating the need for him to drive all the way back home, then back to work (roughly 1 hours worth of driving). I called the auto shop at 8:15am, only to be told it would be at least 1 1/2 hours. Great. I took a shower and loaded the twins in the stroller, I was determined to be there promptly at 9:30, hoping my presence would light a fire underneath them.

I left my house a little after 9:00am and walked, yes you read that right, walked the almost 2 miles to the auto shop. We get there just after 9:30. I wait patiently...only to be told it that there was a new problem w/ our car and it would be another 30-45 minutes. Uuuuugggggghhhhhh!!!!!!

Luckily, there is a coffee shop just around the corner. The twins and I head there, hoping to grab a quick snack.

TWO HOURS LATER, I call the auto shop, where I am told that my vehicle is finally ready. In those 2 hours, I got no phone call explaining that it is taking longer than expected, telling me that the job had to be pushed back, nothing. As the twins, Elizabeth (b/c Luke had dropped her off at this point, so he could go to work) are walking from the coffee shop back to the auto shop I am praying that my blood will stop boiling. I am asking God for peace. I know that the owner of the shop is a Christian b/c of previous interactions. I know that I do not need to be rude, but accept this misfortune with grace, showing Christ's love for everyone in my actions.

What I wanted to say was, "This is ridiculous! Can't you see that I have been waiting for this car for almost 36 hours? My family can't go anywhere! I WALKED here w/ my two 2-year olds and you didn't even have the decency to speed things up?"

However, I asked all three kids to thank the man for fixing our car. I knew that this poor guy had lost his teenage son just over a year ago. I heard him talking about his children to other people in the shop, and I knew that the LAST thing he needed was a piece of my mind.

Trust me, I wanted to let him have it, but by there sheer grace of God, I held my tounge. It made me realize that the next time, I may not know the background of the person I'm dealing with . Instead of being so critical, I should accept things for what they are, and try to show Christ's love thru my actions.

You know, I REALLY love God, but sometimes, being His servant is so hard. Now, if I could only erase the anger in my heart I'll be moving in the right direction.

Diamonds and Roses, The Best Gifts of All

Have you ever viewed the world through a child's eyes? Have you ever really looked at the everyday and seen the extraordinary? How overwhelmingly delightful the world must be! Lately, Lucas and Ashlee have discovered the wonderfulness of natural "yard berries." You know, those pesky little red berries that grow in the those pesky clover patches that consume your yard? Luke detests them, but my children delight in them completely. They love exploring the yard and finding hidden "treasures". I watch as they bring them to me, running full speed to seek my approval. Their eyes search my face for a glimpse the same excitement they revel in. I gladly accept each and every token of their love, but (admittedly) I return each treasure to it's natural habitat when little eyes aren't looking(shhhhh)!

Each time my children seek out treasure, it is pure joy. Rocks become bits of gold and diamonds, berries become beautiful jewels and weeds are breathtaking roses. They are so excited to share them with me, hoping each time I will cultivate a response worthy of their gift.

Last night was my long-haul teaching night. I am on the computer, tutoring from 6pm until well after 10 o'clock. I miss dinner time, bath time and bed time with the kids, leaving in all in Luke's hands. At about 10:30 last night, I drag myself into the bedroom, ready for some rest. I am a little peeved that there are still miscellaneous trivial tasks that need to be completed before I too can crawl into bed. I finish up the last of my "to do list," wash my face, brush my teeth and head for the kids' rooms. I peek in on each of them sleeping (one of my favorite times of the day). I check to make sure all the doors are securely locked, the alarm is set and nothing perishable has been left out in the kitchen. Ready for my pillow I walk into our bedroom.

As I am about to crawl into bed and enjoy our fresh sheets, I notice the most amazing gift on my nightstand. Beside my alarm clock, one or more of my children has left me a gift. It melted my heart to know that even though I couldn't be outside that evening exploring the yard, my children had found a treasure especially for me. It was a heartfelt offering that only a mother could love.

As I looked at my treasure throughout today, I began thinking about my relationship with God. I thought about my worth and my value. Sometimes I am too quick to count myself as ordinary. I easily cast aside the talents and strengths that He has given me because I cannot see their worth. Although my achievements may be just like everyone else's, they are special to my Savior. Even though my life is as boring as any ordinary rock in the yard, it is special because it was given, and is sustained, by a marvelous Creator. Although to this world I may seem as common as a wild weeds, to my God I am as beautiful as the most breathtaking rose.

As you scroll down to see the greatest gift of all time, I encourage you to see it in the same light that our Savior views you. Though to the world you may be a rock or a weed, to the God of Creation you are a Diamond and a Rose.


Your beauty should not come from outward adornment, such as braided hair and the wearing of gold jewelry and fine clothes. Instead, it should be that of your inner self, the unfading beauty of a gentle and quiet spirit, which is of great worth in God's sight. ~ 1 Peter 3:3-4

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