Many kind friends have asked me how I am holding up under the pressure. The thoughts in this post have been coming together for some time, and are my answer to that question.
Take His easy yoke and wear it;
Love will make obedience sweet;
Christ will give you strength to bear it,
While His wisdom guides your feet…
A rainy day is a lovely thing when you have scissors, a bin full of felt, and siblings to keep you company.
Biggest and littlest~
Unseasonable cold snap for Verity’s morning walk.
Doesn’t she look like…
…something yummy to eat? Sweet girl.
John Michael riding his orange bike from heaven.
Ben doesn’t like to lie back in his bouncy seat. He thinks he’s one of the big ones now.
Joshua has several loyal customers.
Jane and Katie are both eleven years old.
Hi Ben! You ready to go swimming?
Verity wasn’t upset about the water, but not thrilled, either.
Katie-fish, on the other hand…
Thank you so much, H family, for sharing your pool with us!
Three afternoons a week, Katie receives her therapy and special instruction in our local MDS classroom through IU13. Here she is with Mr. Allen, who is surely kindness personified, if such a thing is possible.
She can hold her own cup now, and only needs a little assistance in setting it down without spills.
Pennies into a Welch’s grape jelly container with slot.
Not afraid of the big girl swing. It seems like she turned into a big girl this summer. No more baby Verity.
Open, closed, open, closed…
Can you do it, Verity?
Open, closed, open, closed!
Katie learning to be gentle with baby Ben. For her, it’s an issue of learning self-control within her sensory issues. She’s doing well here not pushing his weight off her lap or grabbing and squeezing his ear, hand, or foot to see how it feels.
Dan the man is finally eighteen years old!
Baby’s sunny spot
Glenn Gould Musser? Goofy kids…
I love being a young mom…
…and an old mom at the same time.
[Link goes to Lindsay’s mom’s blog post containing a quiet reference to the couple below. Bet you didn’t know the pterodactyl shrieking was part of a secret plan to ensure we acquire very, very special sons- and daughters-in-law. We didn’t, either, but it’s working! Only a pretty nice person would consider marrying into our three-ring circus, I mean family!]
So how am I holding up? Am I living a life of quiet desperation?
After all the months of waiting and the hard work of preparation, having our whole family under one roof brings a deeply satisfying sense of completion.
We’re still in the process of learning what life will be like for us now, and making the changes we need to make for long-term success. That’s energizing.
When life is so enormously challenging, I have a palpable sense of accomplishment at the end of each day, just for having gotten through the day successfully.
It gives me a real sense of well-being to live this life that God designed and created and prepared me to live.
I know the way to the well of Living Water.
We have so many scrumptious and funny little people living at our house. Love really does make obedience sweet!
We’re watching something beautiful happen as God patiently untangles some knotty places in the family and knits us more strongly together.
Besides all this, I can’t shake the feeling that we made off with another one of Bulgaria’s national treasures. <grin>
Please don’t misunderstand! We don’t always get it right!
We’re not so much an experienced adoptive family as we are an experiencing adoptive family.
We get exhausted.
We get overwhelmed.
We lose perspective.
How many times have we said we want to die to self and yield to God’s will for us?
Sold out to Jesus! That sounds beautiful, exciting, adventurous!
At our house, the center of God’s will often looks and smells an awful lot like poopy diapers and sounds like ear-piercing shrieks.
For me as a mom to this family right now, being yielded to God feels like being the bread that Jesus took in His hands, tore into pieces and handed out to the multitudes. That bread had to lose its self in order to nourish many lives. And because it was in Jesus’ hands, it not only triumphantly stretched to go all around, but there were twelve basketfuls left over.
It’s this hard time, right here, right now, that God is using to make us like Jesus, and that is a joyful thing.