A-hem. That’s a hard pill to swallow.
The phrase I kept being reminded of again and again as I reflected on this weekend’s message was: Go Be Love.
These ideas come to mind…
seeking joy in the midst of the ordinary
A-hem. That’s a hard pill to swallow.
The phrase I kept being reminded of again and again as I reflected on this weekend’s message was: Go Be Love.
These ideas come to mind…
This afternoon, I started taking out the CD cases stuck in my car door to see what I actually had stuffed into that compartment and I found the little journal that I used to keep in my purse. I had started the journal on July 7, 2009 and used it to record my thoughts during our journey to have children. I had completely forgotten about this little purple notebook and was so surprised to find it there behind expired coupons and empty CD cases.
I didn’t mention this earlier on this blog, but we had originally started the process of adoption in 2009 after (unsuccessfully) trying to conceive biological children. It was a long, frustrating journey and the story is pretty complicated so I just didn’t want to get into all of that on here.
But, I wanted to give you that little background because I had to share an entry from this journal. I was in tears sitting in my car reading this today. I opened the journal to this page and think it is incredible to truly see God’s hand at work in the life of our family.
Reading this entry was equivalent to receiving another tiny piece to add to the giant puzzle of my life. I always imagine that we will all have these beautiful, completed puzzles that tell the whole story of our life on earth once we arrive in Heaven. Until then, we just get little pieces along the way and are too close to see the bigger, completed image.
I transcribed the entry word for word below, so please forgive me for grammatical errors and for it being a little long.
November 9, 2009
We are going to try IVF.
Out of the blue, a few weeks ago, Natalie from Parkhill called to tell me that Sarah from the Little Rock Infertility Clinic would be in town for meetings and Dr. H had given her our file to review. She told us that, based on our history, we had a 50% chance of conceiving a baby and that my new insurance covers IVF completely.
Dave was thrilled and felt like this was our answered prayer.
I was left more confused than ever.
I don’t understand why we’ve learned about the millions of orphans in the world and gone through all that we have just to come back to making a baby through science. It all feels hypocritical and selfish to me.
As I’ve been praying and trying to understand God’s will in all of this, these things have happened:
– I turned on the TV and decided to watch a TIVO’d episode of “Adoption Stories” – the episode was about a couple that chose not to do IVF and instead adopted from Russia.
– I received our first copy of “Adoptive Families” magazine.
– At that point, I thought “God just sent me a sign” and then I looked up as I was leaving the house to go back to work and found a packet from an adoption agency at our door that I hadn’t seen earlier. The agency’s name is “All God’s Children International.” *
– In that packet, was the book, “The Strength of Mercy” by Jan Beazley. This book has captivated me – it is the story of a woman and her family following God’s will and finding themselves adopting an orphan from Romania and starting the agency, AGCI. It’s amazing because it is exactly what I needed to hear – He is in charge.
I cannot time or orchestrate this plan. I know He planted this seed of longing in my heart to help a child (or many!) in the world and I have been searching frantically trying to find the child (through Rainbowkids.com and other waiting children lists) on my own terms and my own timeline but I don’t know God’s plan.
I just have this one piece of the puzzle, I’m too close to see the bigger picture. The completed puzzle.
But I do know that He will tear down all walls and government barriers that separate us from our child when the time is right. I trust in Him and can find comfort in the peace that only He can provide.
I just opened Jan Beazley’s book to find passages that were especially encouraging and this is what I opened to, “…the Holy Spirit pursued our hearts. Even in our weakest hour of doubt, when our confidence grew dim, He lovingly breathed on the smouldering embers of our faith and we once again caught hold of the Father’s hand…we knew God was testing our willingness to trust Him, no matter the outcome.”
Also, Jan had a difficult time convincing her husband at first that they should adopt. I have not been in that boat until now.
Now, Dave wants to try again for a biological child. I think that may be God’s plan – why else would He have reopened this door?
But, selfishly, I am dreading the medicines, doctor’s visits, hospitals, dissapointment, fear, heartache, pain. I just don’t know how I will go through it all again. Even as I write this, I am reminded that our merciful Lord wil hold my hand and keep me strong throughout it all.
He will be by my side.
Jan stated in her book, “God faithfully reminded me that He is in charge, that my husband’s heart is His department and not mine.”
I thought that was profound. I have been trying to convince Dave that this doesn’t feel right but it doesn’t matter. His heart is set on trying and I think if we don’t try we will always wonder, “what if?”
God is in charge of our path and He will place a call on both of our hearts when the time is right. **
*At the time I wrote this, we were already in process with another agency and this was a completely unexpected packet from AGCI. This is the agency we are now working with! Can you see God’s hand at work?
**We did both receive a call on our hearts this past October. It was incredibly clear.
I am so thankful for the journey we have been on to get to this place. We were able to conceive our precious, precious boys through the miracle of IVF. And, we are now obediently following the path that God destined for our family before the beginning of time. I just didn’t understand it all when we first started on this journey three years ago.
*For the first time EVER, we had family photos taken last weekend by the talented Amie Hansen!! I’ll share more soon! |
Blessings to you all!
I feel like my life has been moving past me at 100 miles an hour this past week and I just can’t seem to keep up with everything. It seems like I am going to drop all of the balls that I’m so carefully juggling all the time. Honestly, this week has left me feeling overwhelmed and defeated. (And cranky and irritable and short-tempered).
I have been looking forward to today all week because I have the day off (with a completely clear calendar until the evening — which NEVER happens). I had planned to get caught up with snuggles and laughter with the boys. And, the never-ending “to do” list of laundry, grocery shopping, cleaning, adoption paperwork, bills…
I had also planned to blog about our adventures last weekend in Florida and yesterday’s Easter egg hunt with sweet little friends. I really want to keep up to date with photos and happenings in our lives because I am using this as my journal for our family and I don’t want to forget all of the fun things we have been up to.
I will put that blog post off until another day because, this morning, God gently reminded me what the purpose of today is.
Today: Good Friday.
Today is the day we remember that Christ suffered through torture and humiliation. Then, He gave his beautiful, perfect, and holy life for you and I.
Sweet friends, do you have as hard a time wrapping your lil’ human mind around that as I do?
I can hardly grasp how Jesus could give Himself up for all of us. Why did it have to happen like that? Why did He sacrifice everything and become a defeated, broken body for us?
I have always wondered how God managed to hold himself back from opening the Heavens and lifting his sweet Jesus from that cross in order to remove him from the unbearable pain and heartache he was enduring on behalf of all of us earthly sinners. We are NOT worthy of that sacrifice.
But that is the point of it all, isn’t it? We are not worthy. We are LOVED.
Have you all read the book, “The Shack” by WM. Paul Young? (If not, I recommend it!)
Do you remember the section of the book when Mack was told to choose which two of his five children would spend eternity in “God’s new heavens and new earth” and which of his children would “spend eternity in hell”?
Do you remember what the judge told Mack as he started to panic at this thought?
She said, “I am only asking you to do something that you believe God does. He knows every person ever conceived, and he knows them so much deeper and clearer than you will ever know your own children. He loves each one according to his knowledge of the being of that son or daughter. You believe he will condemn most to an eternity of torment, away from His presence and apart from His love.”
After a little more discussion and panic about choosing among his own children, Mack finally screamed, “I can’t. I can’t. I won’t!”
Finally, he looked at the judge “pleading with his eyes” and said, “Could I go instead? If you need someone to torture for eternity, I’ll go in their place…” He then fell at her feet and cried and begged to go in place of his children.
She responded in a whisper, “Now you sound like Jesus.”
Reading this section of the book opened my eyes a little further to the depth of Jesus’ love for me. For each of us.
If someone were to ask me to choose an eternity in hell for either of my boys, I would not hesitate for a second; I would instantly beg and plead to take their place. To cover their transgressions with my love. I would do anything to protect them.
And, I am just a human with human flaws and human limitations. These are my children. They can mess up, they can make me angry, they can turn from me. But they will NEVER lose my love.
I look at these faces and I am filled with joy. Filled to the brim with overflowing love.
And, isn’t it incredible to know that God feels that way about us? But in a MUCH bigger way. In a way that we will probably never be able to comprehend while living in this flesh.
Monday was our 7-year wedding anniversary.
Seven Years. Seven blissful, crazy, beautiful years.
I truly cannot believe 7 years have passed since that perfect celebration at the Mission Inn Resort surrounded by our closest family and friends.
So, what did we do to celebrate this anniversary? In the past, we would have flown to a beach in Mexico or spend a couple of relaxing weeks exploring my favorite place on earth: Italy.
This year? Not so much. We had a quiet evening together after a long day at work.
Not exactly paradise by most standards but it is our own little version of paradise (minus the work part).
I have to say, staying home as a family was no less wonderful than going off to explore a new destination.
**Okay, let’s be honest, it was a little less wonderful than sipping wine in the Tuscan countryside…it would have been perfect if we were in Italy with the boys, but I digress…
We celebrated by letting the boys have chocolate ice cream bars while we got ready to go out to dinner…
How happy is Nathan right now?! |
We celebrated by lighting the Unity Candle from our wedding day and letting the boys take turns blowing it out…
They LOVED this super fun game. |
And, we celebrated with a blissfully quiet dinner out together…
And then, we finished the evening the way we do every single year…by watching our wedding video and reminiscing on that perfect day and the incredible ride we’ve been on together as husband and wife.
Here’s a little clip of our video, I just LOVE this video…