I love fall. I love October, but I was awake until 2 a.m. this past week praying and crying. This was also the month that #3’s sister was born. The month we drove up to Wisconsin 2 times within a few days. The month we met that brown eyed beauty then said good bye. I realized this past week that I’ve held a lot of bitterness about this situation.
$55,000. That’s how much we spent within two years for 2 adoptions. (Don’t come telling me how crazy we are. I see y’all with your Razors and boats and that’s not our thing). It wouldn’t have been possible without allllll the people that donated and bought from our fundraisers.
During the month of October this all comes to surface and is often in the forefront of my mind. This past week, however; I had some clarity given to me.
We adopted #3 not wanting a 4th child after her. -We received a call when she was 6 months old that she had a full biological sibling on the way. We knew how rare it was for adopted children to have an opportunity to end up with full biological siblings. (We were secretly hoping it would be a boy). -Went up to bring baby girl home with us. -Left Wisconsin empty handed and heavy hearted. -Realized we did want to add a fourth to our family after going through that. (Once the heartbreak lessened). -Started foster care (I think $55,000 is our limit on adoption expenses). -Got to love on (and still do) the sweetest, little love who needed extra attention at the beginning of his life that we were able to give him -Added the 4th child.
All of these steps (and years) happened because there would be a boy (yay!) born on August 2nd, 2019 who would join our family forever. If we never pursued #3’s sister we wouldn’t have wanted a 4th.
Don’t forget that just because you can’t always see God’s plan doesn’t mean there isn’t one. He sees the entire picture whereas we see only what’s in front of us.
I think I’m a person who is pretty real with herself. In high school, a girl who didn’t like me tried telling everyone I had kankles.
A friend came up and told me, utterly appalled at the sentiment. I looked at her and said “but I do”. (Thanks family genes).
But y’all, I’m not here for this adult acne. I can’t even tell you the amount of products I’ve tried or the amount of complaints my significant other has had to listen to. (Sorry hubs)
This morning while helping the kids get ready for school, one child said “I’m not pretty”. I responded “what’s not pretty?” The child responded “my face.” (Now I know we all have our moments of insecurities so I know this isn’t abnormal).
While I was talking to my kid, I found me preaching to myself. “Beauty is so much more than what’s on the outside.” “You’re beautiful because God saw you just as you are and decided it was perfect.” “YES, you ARE beautiful!” (I know you parents hear me).
While I was reading 2 Corinthians this morning, Paul was talking about his thorn in the flesh. How he was grateful for it because it caused him to depend on God more. The conversation with my little one this morning came back to me. My conversations with Tyler came back to me. We are all “thorn bearers” in one way or another.
We aren’t perfect and never will be. Some days we don’t feel beautiful. But we can still give thanks for these insecurities if they cause us to look towards God.
If everything were perfect at all times in our lives, we wouldn’t be looking towards Heaven. We wouldn’t be looking for anything outside this world. And it’s the outside source (God) that can sustain us through the hardships and insecurities. Some day, we may even count them as blessings.
I love the days we’re all under the same roof. At this age, being under the same roof isn’t all sunshine and roses. They bicker. They aggravate. They yell. They cry. It’s tiring, but tiring doesn’t equal bad. They’re building relationships, even while disagreeing. They’re also at the age that I have to regroup us when it gets too far. (This generally includes reorienting my own heart).
So often we give our best to those outside our home, and give the ones in it our leftovers. Remember our children are people too. Our relationship with them (and them with each other) matters too.
There are times that I care WHY things happen more than the fact that they happened.
There have been several times I’ve told my kids no to something if the only reason they wanted to do it was “because everyone else is doing it”.
Why do I do this? Because intent matters. Because character matters.
-When you use your beauty only to please others, it becomes theirs. -When you use your brain only to show off to others, it becomes theirs. -When you put on a persona when others are there, it becomes theirs.
Someone once told me I should support all women any where because I am a woman. Now believe me, I am all about strong women being out there in the world. I hope and pray every day that I’m raising strong girls/women. But I judge people on the content of their character and intentions. Regardless of who they are.
Intentions matter. Character (I’m talking the character that shows when you’re behind closed doors and no one else is around) matters. I think we easily forget this nowadays. In a time where everything is on show for everyone (want to see what I ate for dinner tonight?), we forget that intentions matter.
What’s the funny thing about intentions and character? No one really knows them but myself, and whomever I might share that information with. But when we stop learning to discern and reflect on these we easily give other people power over our lives.
When we begin living for others, our lives become theirs. We look for acceptance where we don’t really need acceptance. We look for support where we don’t really need support. We give people way too much power over us nowadays.
I’ve always said if I can lay my head and rest easily in the fact that I stayed true to what I believe God says and what my convictions are, then I’ve done alright. How others respond is on them. That doesn’t mean I always do it right, but I keep trying. That’s what matters.
Last week, I stumbled upon a printout from a church Ladies Ministry meeting. It was dated in the year 2016. I had only been doing the Ladies Ministry at church for a short period of time then.
I grew to be discouraged because we are now in the year 2021 and I don’t feel like I am any more adept at teaching the Bible that I was in 2016. Agreeing to do the Ladies Ministry in my church wasn’t an easy decision for me. I love to learn. I love to read. I love to grow in knowledge of God. I also feel a great pressure at relaying the word of God inaccurately. I used to have to sit down after the monthly meetings to catch my breath because my heart would be beating so intensely in my chest.
I did agree to do it (after much prayer), not because I felt overly qualified and not because I was suddenly comfortable with the idea. I agreed because I want to use my life to be spent for God. I think we make a mistake to think we are only called to situations by God if we experience “peace” or are comfortable in our calling.
I read back on some of the notes and lessons of the past and think “Man, that person sounds like she knows what she’s talking about”. Which is a huge conflict in my mind because I remember how inadequate I felt at that time. I also know how inadequate I felt last month as we began monthly lessons after a year off due to Covid.
I thought by 2021, I would feel less encumbered with the idea of leading a small group of women with God’s Word. I think discouragement was the wrong response because James 3:1 says “Not many of you should become teachers, my brothers, for you know that we who teach will be judged with greater strictness”.
Now I don’t think this is a statement aimed at discouraging the idea of wanting to spread the word of God. I do, however; believe this is a command to be careful what proceeds out of your mouth (or fingers) when you are in a position to give Godly wisdom to others. Advice without Godly wisdom can actually do more harm than good.
Upon further reflection, I think I am exactly where I’m supposed to be 5 years in. If I grow too confident in my own abilities, it will become easier for me to attempt to do life and teaching without God. I think my feels of inadequacy are my pathway to dependence on God. That’s exactly where he wants me.
James 4:6 reminds me that God opposes the proud, but He gives grace to the humble. May I always remember I need His grace and my weakness is actually my blessing.
My 10 year old has recently asked me to read along with him through the Harry Potter books. He asked because he knows I read regularly and I haven’t ever read this series. To be honest, Harry Potter has never interested me (😮 I know). I am excited however to read them now, because I love Tripp (and at this age I’m holding on to any moment he wants to spend time with me).
I always think that Christians are called to favor everyone except themselves. Philippians 2:3 actually tells us to “count others more significant than yourselves”. We’re told to look to the interests of others. It’s easy for me to want to do this with Tripp because I love him. But I am pretty sure that is not limited to only those I love.
I know in the past, there have been people that have felt wronged by Christians. I know people have met Christians they think are hypocritical, judgmental, etc. They wouldn’t have felt that way if they had been treated the way referred to in Philippians 2.
On the reverse of that, I see a thing coming to light that says “since we were wronged, we’ll do whatever we want and rewrite the rules of Christianity”. If you love God, you should want to spend time with Him (just like your kids). When you spend time with Him by reading His word, you learn how God wants us to live.
Even in this, we don’t focus on ourselves but on God. Why? We imitate the only, true example of self-sacrifice. The only who “didn’t count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, by taking the form of a servant”.
I think one of the best TV show scenes I’ve seen is on SOA when Jax Teller was following around a couple who (under false pretenses) was adopting his son. You see the agony in his face as he struggles with knowing his son would have a “better” life with this family. Jax’s life is filled with crime, danger, and uncertainty. He realizes this adoptive family could give more stability than he ever could, but at the same time that is his child.
Of course, this probably hits home more for me because two of our kids are adopted. I experience heartbreak looking at Jax’s face (good acting) every time I watch this scene. It also hits close to a philosophy I’ve always had with adoption. Adoption always starts from a place of brokenness. Regardless of how great you and your family are, the adopted child’s life began somewhere else.
I don’t feel like a child should ever be made to feel like they owe you a “thank you” for adopting them. While you may be more stable, they did have another family before. It’s hard when we get into the business of judging, by our own standards, what is best for that child. Is the family with more money a better parent? Or does having more patience make you a better parent for that child? What about the ones that have bigger families? It’s hard to know the degree to judge that. (I don’t agree with what our state puts children through in order to try to reunify, but that’s a talk for another time).
I am so grateful for our two adopted kids. I have no doubt they were always a part of my life’s plan as much as my two biological. Somehow when looking at my family, it’s exactly how I pictured it would look, without even knowing it yet. But I hope they know I recognize their story started from a different place, and that I’m here for that too.
As I sat watching the glow of fireworks as they erupted in the air, I couldn’t help but give thanks.
There has been more division the last few years than I have ever known in my lifetime. Did everyone really feel free in 1776? Are people still bitter about this past year on nights with celebration of our country? Is democracy going to disappear? People felt the same fear when Social Security Numbers began. Do we know the truth of anything in the news anymore?
These are just thoughts I have related to the 4th of July! Let’s not even get into my thoughts of every day living.
But I am thankful regardless. I am still filled with gratitude because I am a citizen of the greatest country on the planet. I am thankful to be in this moment, today.
Ultimately, I’m thankful that regardless of all the division and unknowns today my eternity is secured. In that place, it’s not going to matter whether you’re American or not. So we can put aside the disagreements, and celebrate what we have been given, knowing it’s not our ultimate hope.
“No matter what happens in our lives, if we’re under the reign of Christ, victory is secured”. -Melissa Kruger
I’ve been cleaning stuff out today and stumbled upon the only picture I kept of our daughter’s sister (whom we affectionately refer to as Magnolia). For months after meeting her, I kept everything as it was and didn’t touch anything. Then once that time had passed (much to my now regret), I got rid of every picture and item except for this picture.
I was up until about 2 in the morning a couple nights ago, listening to sermons and crying over the division in the world, and Christians alike, over the racial problems that still exist in the world today. My eyes (and heart) were opened when we spent those couple weeks in Wisconsin. Much of our time was spent in the black and brown neighborhoods up there. I saw differences like I have never seen in my small town Kansas.
I still sometimes question why we went through what we did with Magnolia. And when I was up late that night, it came to me that maybe it’s because that experience shaped something in me that’s irreversible. It makes me sad because I feel this situation is a great opportunity to love others and have conversations. I also feel that a good discerner of a Christian heart is how much they love. “God is love, and all who live in love live in God”, after all. (I didn’t make that up, it’s from the Bible).
Then this morning I was thinking about the story of The Good Samaritan in Luke. The priest walked by a person who had been beaten and left on the road. (If you didn’t know, if someone helped a person like that in those times they would be considered unclean by cultural standards). The priest lacked compassion for this neighbor of his, even though he had all the theological training to be a priest. Then a Levite walked by, and did the same. But a Samaritan (you could say Half breed), walked by and helped him. He didn’t question what he did to get himself in that position. He didn’t pepper him with questions about his life, he just helped.
It doesn’t help the person on the road (or in the sketchy parts of town) to love them at arms length. Or to yell some Bible verses as you pass by. It’s going to get messy. It’s going to be costly.
But, according to Jesus, this was the answer when asked “who is my neighbor”. So I’m going to do the messy work…gladly. Because there’s a girl I loved the moment I saw her and while she didn’t end up being my physical child, she’s my neighbor.
My youngest daughter, who is now 6, has struggled with asthma her entire life. We’ve been to several specialists. She has been tested for so many things. We don’t have any certain answers for what triggers it, or how to keep it from coming, but we do know how to kick up which medicines when her asthma flares up.
The last couple of days she has been coughing a lot (which is usually the first sign it’s about to start bothering her). So we have began our additional medicines on top of her daily ones and doing breathing treatments until her breathing seems better.
Now that she is older she vocalizes how tired she is of being sick, how annoyed she is that she has to stop whatever she is doing every few hours to sit and do a 30 minute breathing treatment. Thirty minutes is an eternity to a 6 year old. As soon as she woke up this morning, I got her machine ready and told her she could lay in bed while she did it.
Once her treatment was completed, she came out to the living room and stated “WHEN I’M IN HEAVEN I WON’T EVER BE SICK ANYMORE!” This declaration stopped me in my tracks.
The last couple of days have been stressful in our home: lack of time, cars breaking down, a million things needing done, etc. But there will come a day where we don’t have to be stressed any more. There will come a day we won’t experience sickness anymore. (It never was God’s original plan for us to experience it any way). This is all temporary.
Knowing this is all temporary leads to hope. Hope gives us joy. Romans 12:12 “Rejoice in hope, patient in tribulation, be constant in prayer”.