Thanksgiving break

The cousins making a "bunny nest" in Grandmas backyard on Thanksgiving. If dirty fingers are an indicator of fun then this was a super successful adventure. =)

Lest I forget the other 3 miracles in our midst... we have really enjoyed this past few days together as family. The thanksgiving tree was (obviously) overflowing which is just a visible sign of the truth of our abundant blessings in our lives. These days off have been a really nice blend of getting things done and playing together too.

Little Lady is doing so well. She is sleeping good and is actually going right in her crib to sleep. She doesn't eat a lot - but that might just be the difference between her and my boys who couldn't eat fast enough! She is very laid back and crawls around like she knows where she's going. The boys love interacting with her but they do a nice job of not overwhelming her either. They still go off and play on their own because...afterall...she is still a BABY. ;-) This weekend has been just awesome for doing a lot of "nothing" to see what sort of routine she likes.

Her caseworker and I meet on Monday so I hope to get some more information about her situation then. Until then...thanks for your continued prayers.

November 21

Oh how fast life can change!
We got a call on Monday at 2pm from our fostering agency asking us to consider taking a little 9 month old baby girl.
Enter heart aerobics.
After talking with God, Brad and asking for some prayer from friends we said yes. She was brought to our house (after a lot of waiting) at 9:30 that night.
Since then I have been a very humble recipient of an overflow of generosity. I had very little information about her from my 2pm call - I knew she was 9 months old but what size diaper was she in? What size clothes was she wearing?
When we saw her we quickly saw that she at least is a healthy girl- wearing 12 month clothes already and got her weight to get her the right diaper size. She came with the outfit of clothes she had on, a hat, coat and blanket. I had 1 12 month sized sleeper for her and 1 size 3 diaper. =)
However, that was just exactly what I needed.
We had friends give us clothes, a monitor, onesies, pink bears, barrettes, diapers, wipes, dresses (!), swimsuits, burp rags, and socks. My list of "things I need" is very small. What a blessing.
Perhaps a bit invisible but just as meaningful to me is the love, support and acceptance we have witnessed these past few days. When we went to my in-laws for Thanksgiving yesterday there was already a framed photo of this little girl on her shelf with her other granddaughters. What a tremendous feeling to be so covered with support and unconditional love not only for us but for her.
So as I watch my "resolve to not become TOO attached" sail happily away into lala land I can't help but admit I am afraid. This little mocha colored baby is winding herself into all of our hearts already and the fear of the unknown future with her is a dangerous dwelling for me right now. Please pray about that with me. The words to this hymn came to mind this morning in my sleeplessness....

Day by day, and with each passing moment,
Strength I find, to meet my trials here;
Trusting in my Father’s wise bestowment,
I’ve no cause for worry or for fear.
He Whose heart is kind beyond all measure
Gives unto each day what He deems best—
Lovingly, its part of pain and pleasure,
Mingling toil with peace and rest.

Every day, the Lord Himself is near me
With a special mercy for each hour;
All my cares He fain would bear, and cheer me,
He Whose Name is Counselor and Power;
The protection of His child and treasure
Is a charge that on Himself He laid;
(I love those lines!)
“As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,”
This the pledge to me He made.

November 16

Our case worker called me yesterday to let me know that we are officially licensed for foster care!

I was quite surprised since we still have to install our Egress Window (which is slated to be worked on the week after Thanksgiving). She, however, told us if we signed a waiver that stated we would agree to not use the basement as living quarters with a foster child that she could open our home for care.

We signed.

And now we wait.

I have neglected blogging for awhile simply because it seems too overwhelming to sit and actually journal (I don't do very well in maintaining my own journal!) so I've decided not so much to go back and try to update but just carry on from here.

In my bible study time we are studying Acts. There are many good lessons to pull from but one thing that has stuck out to me is that Christians are not called to a life of ease.

Consider the early church -individuals who were lucky to only be shunned for their beliefs and more often were beaten or killed because they dared to believe that Jesus was who he claimed to be; the first missionaries -who walked for hundreds of miles to spread the gospel in some cases it was not accepted, they were laughed at (in good cases) and beaten (in not so good cases) yet they kept spewing Jesus because...oddly enough...they believed him to be who he claimed to be too. Consider those I have heard about, read about who believed Jesus' claims to the point that they spent all their lives attempting to align their way of life to mirror that of the one they serve. I see a very disturbing similarity... they lived hard lives.

So these observations beg me to ask myself- do I believe Jesus' claims? Do I believe him to be the Son of God, the perfect provider of salvation, the Word made flesh, the only Way, the only Truth and the only one Life?

If I do then am I willing to embrace a hard life in a culture that screams for us to treat ourselves because "you're worth it"?

I am challenged also by the fact that my actions pour out of the well of my beliefs. (This is something we've discussed recently in the Young Marrieds class at church. ) Similar to the idea that how I spend my money is what I value... how I spend my time, the words I use, the shows I watch, the music I listen to, what I view online... all of that and more are indicators of how much I reverence Jesus as God. Convicting to me at least...

So... all that to say... this fostering journey has me both excited and terrified. I am very aware (although naive at this point) of the sheer ugliness of the fostering system. It is both triumphant and tragic. We are going to need you to be praying for us - for a listening ear in tune with the Holy Spirit (because I have no idea how I'm going to say "No, we don't want THAT child" !! yikes). Please pray for increased unity in our marriage- we are already experiencing it but we haven't even started yet so please pray for that. Pray for our kids- that we will love on any child we have in our home and that we will be willing to grieve as a family when/if a child leaves our home. We were talking with the boys last night and said "This is not an easy way to live. But we love Jesus more than we love ourselves so this is what we are going to do together....".

Thanks for your partnership in prayer. I'm reminded too that the prayerless life is a powerless one and we need all the power your prayers afford us!