"The Lord is good to those whose hope is in him, to the one who seeks him." Lamentations 3:25
Thursday, January 31, 2008
OOOOF!
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
This Just In...
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
My Night Light
I envy Kevin. My brother Kevin thinks God lives under his bed. At least that's what I heard him say one night.
He was praying out loud in his dark bedroom, and I stopped to listen, "Are you there, God?" he said. "Where are you? Oh, I see. Under the bed.."
I giggled softly and tiptoed off to my own room. Kevin's unique perspectives are often a source of amusement. But that night something else lingered long after the humor. I realized for the first time the very different world Kevin lives in.
He was born 30 years ago, mentally disabled as a result of difficulties during labor. Apart from his size (he's 6-foot-2), there are few ways in which he is an adult.
He reasons and communicates with the capabilities of a 7-year-old, and he always will. He will probably always believe that God lives under his bed, that Santa Claus is the one who fills the space under our tree every Christmas and that airplanes stay up in the sky because angels carry them.
I remember wondering if Kevin realizes he is different. Is he ever dissatisfied with his monotonous life?
Up before dawn each day, off to work at a workshop for the disabled, home to walk our cocker spaniel, return to eat his favorite macaroni-and-cheese for dinner, and later to bed.
The only variation in the entire scheme is laundry, when he hovers excitedly over the washing machine like a mother with her newborn child.
He does not seem dissatisfied.
He lopes out to the bus every morning at 7:05, eager for a day of simple work.
He wrings his hands excitedly while the water boils on the stove before dinner, and he stays up late twice a week to gather our dirty laundry for his next day's laundry chores.
And Saturdays-oh, the bliss of Saturdays! That's the day my Dad takes Kevin to the airport to have a soft drink, watch the planes land, and speculate loudly on the destination of each passenger inside. "That one's goin' to Chi-car-go!" Kevin shouts as he claps his hands.
His anticipation is so great he can hardly sleep on Friday nights.
And so goes his world of daily rituals and weekend field trips.
He doesn't know what it means to be discontent.
His life is simple.
He will never know the entanglements of wealth of power, and he does not care what brand of clothing he wears or what kind of food he eats. His needs have always been met, and he never worries that one day they may not be.
His hands are diligent. Kevin is never so happy as when he is working. When he unloads the dishwasher or vacuums the carpet, his heart is completely in it.
He does not shrink from a job when it is begun, and he does not leave a job until it is finished. But when his tasks are done, Kevin knows how to relax.
He is not obsessed with his work or the work of others. His heart is pure.
He still believes everyone tells the truth, promises must be kept, and when you are wrong, you apologize instead of argue.
Free from pride and unconcerned with appearances, Kevin is not afraid to cry when he is hurt, angry or sorry. He is always transparent, always sincere. And he trusts God.
Not confined by intellectual reasoning, when he comes to Christ, he comes as a child. Kevin seems to know God - to really be friends with Him in a way that is difficult for an "educated" person to grasp. God seems like his closest companion.
In my moments of doubt and frustrations with my Christianity I envy the security Kevin has in his simple faith.
It is then that I am most willing to admit that he has some divine knowledge that rises above my mortal questions
It is then I realize that perhaps he is not the one with the handicap . I am. My obligations, my fear, my pride, my circumstances - they all become disabilities when I do not trust them to God's care
Who knows if Kevin comprehends things I can never learn? After all, he has spent his whole life in that kind of innocence, praying after dark and soaking up the goodness and love of God.
And one day, when the mysteries of heaven are opened, and we are all amazed at how close God really is to our hearts, I'll realize that God heard the simple prayers of a boy who believed that God lived under his bed.
Kevin won't be surprised at all!
Monday, January 28, 2008
On Love
*"When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love."
Rebecca- age 8
*"When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You just know that your name is safe in their mouth."
Billy - age 4
*"Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other."
Karl - age 5
*"Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs."
Chrissy - age 6
*"Love is what makes you smile when you're tired."
Terri - age 4
*"Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK."
Danny - age 7
Emily - age 8
*"Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen."
Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)
*"If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,"
Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikka's on this planet)
*"Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday."
Noelle - age 7
*"Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well."
Tommy - age 6
*"During my piano recital, I was on a stage and I was scared. I looked at all the people
watching me and saw my daddy waving and smiling. He was the only one doing that. I wasn't scared anymore."
Cindy - age 8
*"My mommy loves me more than anybody. You don't see anyone else kissing me to sleep at night."
Clare - age 6
*"Love is when Mommy gives Daddy the best piece of chicken."
Elaine-age 5
*"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsomer than Robert Redford."
Chris - age 7
*"Love is when your puppy licks your face even after you left him alone all day."
Mary Ann - age 4
*"I know my older sister loves me because she gives me all her old clothes and has to go out and buy new ones."
Lauren - age 4
*"When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you." (what an image)
Karen - age 7
*"Love is when Mommy sees Daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross."
Mark - age 6
*"You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget."
Jessica - age 8
*And a four year old child whose next door neighbor was an elderly gentleman who had recently lost his wife. Upon seeing the man cry, the little boy went into the old gentleman's yard, climbed onto his lap, and just sat there. When his Mother asked what he had said to the neighbor, the little boy said, "Nothing, I just helped him cry"
Thursday, January 24, 2008
Her Mommy, Until I Really Am
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
I am a Christian
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Hills
Thursday, January 17, 2008
Update
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Yada, Yada
- The kids and I leave THursday for Vermont to ski this weekend away! I can't wait to see how they progress this year! Flip is moving out of the little day care ski camp and will be in full blown ski school and Ruthie is pretty much ready to ski with the big boys now.
- I have decided that 2007 will be the year of the journal. As far as my scrap book goes for the year, everything will be mounted on black paper with photo corners and a journaling block. I am too far behind and I don't want to forget things before I journal. I have a life book to start as well as already being into 2008. So, with the exception of firsts: Kindergarten for Rusty, lost tooth, etc. this is how this scrapbook will be done. I am pleased with this decision:0)
- We scrapped the carpeting. We will live with the ugly floor and the big concrete section will get covered with a rug. Too much $$$ right now. I had the area rugs cleaned and I am rearranging the furniture and finally hanging some of my stuff on the walls after living here for over 5 years.
And these are the days of our lives....
Friday, January 11, 2008
A New Perspective
Hey Lori,
Okay, so I've been keeping up with your blog and how you have to wait and how I KNOW how miserable it is, etc. So, even though you didn't ask for it, I'm going to give you a new perspective.
*Maybe in two weeks baby will catch a winter cold and God doesn't want her to travel.
*Maybe in three weeks baby will get to go outside and build her very first snowman and God wants her to experience it.
*Maybe in four weeks Flip will do something so cute and special that God doesn't want you to miss because you're flying to Russia.
*Maybe in five weeks the weather conditions will not be safe to travel, so God wants to wait just a little bit longer to avoid putting you and baby in danger.
*Maybe baby has a very special friend who in six weeks will go to a new family and God wants the two of them to spend as much time together before they never see each other again.
*Maybe in seven weeks the Lord will be completely through preparing you, family and especially baby for the emotional transition.
Don't focus on the time. Focus on all the ways you and your little angel are being protected by His timing and be grateful that He would never do less than what is best for you or baby. You know that song ... "Sometimes I thank God for unanswered prayers." He may never show you the reason you're having to wait, but know that it's a PERFECT one.
Thursday, January 10, 2008
Voice Of Truth
Today is 6 weeks since I last saw my daughter. Although it seems like a very long time going in, it has really gone by somewhat quickly. The holidays and projects around the house have helped the days go by a little quicker. I can't say I'd like to go through another 6 weeks but it's possible we will.
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
Happy Birthday, Flip!
Monday, January 7, 2008
3 Ring Circus
Friday, January 4, 2008
Chilling Out...In More Ways than One
- The Russian offices do reopen on the 9th but "they" are not expecting to hear anything until at least the 14th. I, however fully believe the Lord will move when He is ready regardless of when "they" think it will happen.
- Court dates are going to be issued like such: If there are two families who are paper ready, the family who traveled on trip one will get their court date first. However, families who are paper ready do not have to wait for other families to become paper ready just because they traveled first. (Does that make any sense to anyone besides me?)
- Although the court has been issuing court dates to the agency two at a time ie: two for you, two for you, this does not have to be the case...If AWAA has four paper ready families and Agency XYZ has none, AWAA could conceivably be given four court dates.
- Although she could not 100% guarantee that a second judge was coming on in the New Year, she did say that she had "heard" that. Hopefully they will notice the number of families backing up in their region and feel the need to get things moving...who knows?
- I am not done paper chasing. I will likely be chasing paper the day before I leave on trip two and may even have to call home and have other people chase paper for me...expect it, prepare for it and if it doesn't happen praise GOD!
- I need to chill out.
Ok, she didn't say the last one. She may have implied it but she is way too nice to come right out with it. So, I felt really good after talking to her. She settles me down and really puts things in perspective. I found this on another mom's blog and I wanted it for my own...it expresses how I feel about our FC. (and this process) It was nice to see I am not the only one out there feeling exactly like this:
· The only time we will ever hear good/bad news is while we're at work. We aren't together hearing any of the news. We wait all day at work for a phone call, every day. We know that when we walk out of work for the day, our chances of hearing anything have dwindled to none. The next day is a new day. Fridays are especially hard, because we know that there's no chance of hearing anything until we walk back into work the following Monday.
· We think about this every second of every day. What the agency may perceive as excessive calls has likely been only one call of the thousands of thoughts about calling. Some of the crazy things going through our heads even go as far as 'maybe they just lost my work number' - totally unrealistic.
· When the agency personnel are at work, and reviewing paperwork/sending new requirements, we are at work too. Our only opportunity to complete these requirements is if we take off work or do it in our 'free' time. Delaying emails/messages until the next day is the worst possible thing for us because we lose an entire day to complete the action.