Ryland's aunt & uncle are waiting today. Kent & Georgia Bush are waiting for a phone call. A call to get on a plane and head to Ethiopia to get their son. Their son Dawitt is just a few documents away from legally being theirs. God calls us to care for orphans and widows- Kent and Georgia have answered this call and have blessed my life and countless others with their bravery, faith, and perseverance. This is a story that I will never be able to justly tell. Please follow the link to read the story- if you feel lead I can happily point you to ways you can help raise funds- not for this adoption, but for aid & help for those orphans who haven't been given a family yet. If you only read one look at "Unable to Forget the Orphans Cries". Reality hurts, but hopefully we can be the hands & feet of God to help & heal.
http://www.augustagazette.com/search?q=ethiopia&submit=Search
Tuesday, March 22, 2011
Closing
Today is closing day on my house in Guthrie.
The house that took forever to sell. The house that sucked our savings dry. The house that had a stupid pipe burst when were totally broke. The house that had to have stupid piers put in because the stupid foundation was bad.
But as I make the 2 hour drive today to sign that house over I am teary and nostalgic. After all, that was the first home that my young husband and I bought together. We decorated it and made it ours. We brought our first child home to that house. We celebrated, grieved, healed, and prayed beautiful prayers in that house. We made memories there that we sweet- like being snowed in with ALL of Ryland's family for a few days one winter, Isaac's first tornado scare not to mention his first steps, finding out we were expecting Hope, new jobs, grieving loved ones, and knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that God was there with us.
Luckily that doesn't change just because you move.
But that tiny little starter house was home.
I look at our 2 renters that have lived in since. Both are wonderful in their own way but I still don't feel like I have been able to settle & grow roots yet. Lord willing that will come in time. My prayer is that God will help me to be content in all circumstances. That home can be wherever I am. Wherever my husband and kiddos are. Wherever I can unpack a suitcase.
I am thankful for our time in Guthrie. But as we sign it over & close that chapter of our lives, I pray that I can move forward, fondly remembering what is behind, but looking forward with hope to what lies ahead.
Goodbye 1616 E shadycreek. You were good to us.
The house that took forever to sell. The house that sucked our savings dry. The house that had a stupid pipe burst when were totally broke. The house that had to have stupid piers put in because the stupid foundation was bad.
But as I make the 2 hour drive today to sign that house over I am teary and nostalgic. After all, that was the first home that my young husband and I bought together. We decorated it and made it ours. We brought our first child home to that house. We celebrated, grieved, healed, and prayed beautiful prayers in that house. We made memories there that we sweet- like being snowed in with ALL of Ryland's family for a few days one winter, Isaac's first tornado scare not to mention his first steps, finding out we were expecting Hope, new jobs, grieving loved ones, and knowing beyond a shadow of a doubt that God was there with us.
Luckily that doesn't change just because you move.
But that tiny little starter house was home.
I look at our 2 renters that have lived in since. Both are wonderful in their own way but I still don't feel like I have been able to settle & grow roots yet. Lord willing that will come in time. My prayer is that God will help me to be content in all circumstances. That home can be wherever I am. Wherever my husband and kiddos are. Wherever I can unpack a suitcase.
I am thankful for our time in Guthrie. But as we sign it over & close that chapter of our lives, I pray that I can move forward, fondly remembering what is behind, but looking forward with hope to what lies ahead.
Goodbye 1616 E shadycreek. You were good to us.
Monday, March 14, 2011
Closing- A Haiku
Home closing Friday?
Please please please please please please God!
Sanity come back.
Please please please please please please God!
Sanity come back.
I Am Stingy- And Not Really Sorry
I am stingy when it comes to my kids. I admit it.
I have an extremely difficult time sharing them.
It's not that I don't trust others with them. I just feel that God gave them to me & I take the responsibility for their care & well being very seriously. It is MY job- and I may not be the best at it but I want to be the one doing it.
I hate leaving them with anyone. I worry constantly. I worry that I'll miss something, that they'll need me, that someone won't do it right. Or worse, that they'll do it better than me & win a piece of my kids' hearts that formerly was occupied by me. Whatever "it" is.
Next to my salvation & my husband- they are my treasure. It is scary to love like I love them. It is painful to think of a life without them- here or in eternity.
So don't be offended that I hold them too close or don't solicit bavysitters or won't let you help me out when one is screaming and the other is covered in a body fluid & I am carrying 5 bags. They are my responsibility & my privilege. And I am stingy when it comes to them.
I have an extremely difficult time sharing them.
It's not that I don't trust others with them. I just feel that God gave them to me & I take the responsibility for their care & well being very seriously. It is MY job- and I may not be the best at it but I want to be the one doing it.
I hate leaving them with anyone. I worry constantly. I worry that I'll miss something, that they'll need me, that someone won't do it right. Or worse, that they'll do it better than me & win a piece of my kids' hearts that formerly was occupied by me. Whatever "it" is.
Next to my salvation & my husband- they are my treasure. It is scary to love like I love them. It is painful to think of a life without them- here or in eternity.
So don't be offended that I hold them too close or don't solicit bavysitters or won't let you help me out when one is screaming and the other is covered in a body fluid & I am carrying 5 bags. They are my responsibility & my privilege. And I am stingy when it comes to them.
10 Things I Love Today- The Munchkin Edition
1. She rolls. Both ways.
2. He knows the noises that a tapir, sloth, humpback whale, jaguar, and cotton top tamarin make. Do you know what noises they make?
3. She is so so so bald.
4. He can kill the ABC song.
5. She gnaws my face & giggles about it.
6. He tackles me when I lay on the floor defenseless.
7. She has one tiny set of rolls on her thighs.
8. He gets in the car as we leave school, waves, and says, "bye, friends."
9. It took her 4 months, but she now sleeps like a champ.
10. He is amazingly good at saying stegosaurus.
2. He knows the noises that a tapir, sloth, humpback whale, jaguar, and cotton top tamarin make. Do you know what noises they make?
3. She is so so so bald.
4. He can kill the ABC song.
5. She gnaws my face & giggles about it.
6. He tackles me when I lay on the floor defenseless.
7. She has one tiny set of rolls on her thighs.
8. He gets in the car as we leave school, waves, and says, "bye, friends."
9. It took her 4 months, but she now sleeps like a champ.
10. He is amazingly good at saying stegosaurus.
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