The Very Bad, Horrible, No Good Day

Or, Observations From Another Day in Suburbia

It started with me not wanting to get out of bed.  I haven’t really wanted to since we started back to school last week.  I like the holiday schedule better.  It didn’t help that my right shoulder is playing tricks on me, as in not wanting to work, at all!

I hollered at my youngest to get out of bed and started on lunches only to realize we had no bread.  Yesterday I realized we had no turkey so I had made chicken salad for the boys, just to mix things up a little and to avoid a trip to the grocery store.  I did not leave the house at all yesterday and didn’t want to break my record.  No bread, no worries.  My dear sweet husband bought me a Starbucks Christmas mug over the Holidays and I get free coffee every day in January; yes, every day.   True confirmation that he loves me.  Anyway, I decided that I could jump in the car, run to Starbucks drive up (there are four locations within a mile of my house) and get my free coffee and buy two croissants and solve my lunch problem all with one quick drive.  I quickly decided to switch from pajama pants to sweats, thank goodness, but just donned a jacket over my t-shirt.  I pushed down my overly abundant waves on the top of my head and got ready to go.  The zipper on my jacket split from the bottom up and I halfway attempted to fix it while yelling at my youngest to get out of bed for the third time.  The split zipper and the idea of me going out of the house half dressed to be seen should have been a harbinger of my morning, but alas, I left anyway.

I almost took older son’s newer car as it was parked behind mine, but since there was moisture on their windows, I took the younger son’s car so it would be ready for him as he had to leave early.  That was my second mistake.  I arrived at the Starbucks and was happy to see it was a relatively short line.  I pulled up and placed my order and quickly arrived at the window and handed them my coffee mug while they handed me the croissants.

While I was waiting for them to fill the coffee I noticed the radio quit.

Then the lights on the dash flickered and the car died.

I mean really died.  As in not even shifting to neutral, died.

Right there at the Starbucks drive up window.

At 6:30 on a Tuesday morning.

Did I mention that this Starbucks is located adjacent to the largest highway in the world?

I cannot imagine how many peoples’ morning were “ruined” by the crazy lady in the drive thru.  Thankfully the Starbucks crew were kind and immediately re-routed the line to handle their needs.  I started calling my towing service and noticed my car lights started coming on and off and then I noticed a sheriff’s officer getting in his car directly in front of me.  I jumped out and asked him if he could jump me.  Well, my car, anyway.  He asked if I had jumper cables and I said I was pretty sure they were in the trunk.  I went around got the keys, opened the trunk, but of course this is a Monday on a Tuesday and their were no cables.  The officer had already pulled up in front of me.  I told them I was missing my cables so the Starbucks guy said he had some and went to his car.  In the meantime, the officer opened his trunk and said, “It’s your lucky day!” as he dug out some cables.  Funny, at this point, I was not feeling very lucky.  The Starbucks guy headed over with his, bless his heart.  I gave him my thanks and we set to jumping the car.  It started and I sat there for a bit.  The officer left and I told the employees I was headed out and they said, “Don’t go on I-10!”  I assured them my home was a few blocks away in the opposite direction.  I put it in gear and it died.  Again.  Deader than a doornail.  I was able to get it in neutral and I asked them if someone could help me push it out of the drive.  A girl and a guy quickly came out and pushed me straight ahead to a spot.  Thank goodness I barely had to steer it as with no power steering and one bad shoulder I was not going to be able to turn much.  I thanked them again and began calling my boys.

When the car first died I had tried calling the youngest.

The one who said he was getting up when I left.

The one who now needed to be leaving for school.

The one whose dead car I was sitting it.

No answer.

I tried his brother who now should be getting up for his hour later class.  No answer.  I called my husband who left super early for his workout in the parking lot of his workplace.  No answer.  I tried them all again.  I was at 24% phone battery when I began all these calls because, of course, last night in my pain I listened to a podcast as I tried to sleep and never plugged in my phone.  Now my battery was at 21%.  I tried all three again.  Nothing.  Right before they pushed me out of the drive up, the clerk asked if I wanted the sandwich and hot cocoa that some driver had left without taking.  It was obviously one of those customers I no doubt deeply irritated.  I said, “Sure” and she cheerfully said, “Maybe this at least will make your day a little better.”  Now, while waiting I would have eaten the sandwich myself, only it had chorizo  on it and I am allergic to pork.  Oh well, I will give it to the tardy son, if he lives long enough to eat it.  Thinking about the sandwich reminded me of the croissants and the unfixed lunches.  I looked over and the bag with the croissants looked empty.  I picked it up, it was empty.  I looked back at my dog Miles in the back seat who was wagging his tail and smiling.   I wanted to cry but I just had to laugh.  When I laughed it made my shoulder hurt worse which made me want to cry again.

He still is thinking about how good it tasted.

I tried all three guys again.  No answer.  I tried “find my iPhone” so I could ping them all.  I was only able to log in to one of their phones and of course that one was offline.  Battery is now at 19%.  I called the school and told them younger son would be late.  At least someone answers their phone.  I tried everyone again.  No answer.  I read a few emails and an article.  Battery at 17%.   I tried both sons again.  No answer.  I looked when I first started calling for help.  I was five minutes shy of an hour passing.  At least I had coffee.  I tried my husband again, he answered!  He said he would be there soon.  He asked if both boys were gone.  I laughed, “No, they are not even up!”  We hung up.  I called him back to clarify where I was located in the parking lot.  He said he had reached our oldest son on his phone and told him to wake our younger son.  What?  His first call and he reached someone?  Are you kidding me?

He picked me up about 15 minutes later.  We drove the five minutes to home.  He fixed younger son a soft egg because he couldn’t eat the sandwich due to the recent removal of his wisdom teeth.  He took the cocoa and I told him to buy lunch on his account.  He said, “You should have known not to take my car.”  My husband said, “Yes, why didn’t you take the other car?”  Believe me I wondered the exact same thing.

 

 

 

Here are my observations from today’s adventure in suburbia:

  1.  Teach your children from the earliest age to wake to an alarm clock.  My last two are dead heads like their mom in the morning and do not wake up easily.  I am going out today to buy alarm clocks that cannot be thrown across the room (another story) and are not on their phones.  If they tamper with them, there will be no cars.  I think I am going out anyway;  maybe I will wait until tomorrow.
  2. There is no such thing as a “free” drink.  Today’s free drink cost me two expensive croissants for my pooch and an hour of my time.
  3. The Starbucks people are really nice in the morning.  Maybe coffee in the morning does make people nicer, which is how my coffee addiction got started.
  4. When you feel like crying, laugh first, it helps.
  5. Today’s problems are all “first world problems” and do not really matter in the “grand scheme of things” (mother quote).  Go be thankful for your life and brighten someone else’s day who is broken down in the “drive-up” of life.


Don’t Give Up Hope for Haiti

How you can make a difference now

Hello everyone on this beautiful autumn (hot) day.  I realize it is no so beautiful for everyone, especially on the East Coast where our friends are still cleaning up from Hurricane Matthew. Please remember to pray for those affected and those helping them.  The poorest of the poor in our hemisphere were hit head on in Haiti.  As you know I was privileged to visit Haiti in July.  You can read more about my trip and my experience in my post “There is Hope for Haiti”.  If you feel called to help those who are affected one great organization you can help with Hope for Haiti’s Children.  They have been on the ground for 20 years in Haiti and have an excellent record of stewardship and efficiency in their organization.  Currently they are using at least one of their school/church buildings to house Haitians who have whose homes have been washed away.  The crops of these people have been lost along with their charcoal businesses.  It is a desperate situation for a nation who already struggled with great poverty.   If you would like to donate, click here.

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Children at Hope for Haiti Thomazeau

Another organization that I am somewhat familiar with is Live Beyond.  This faith-based, humanitarian medical facility was started in 2010 when Dr. Vanderpool and his wife Laurie moved full time to build a facility that could bring medical and maternal care to the residents of the region of Thomazeau.  They also offer clean water and education to help build the community into a more independent, healthy region.  Live Beyond is also very transparent and financially responsible.  I have friends who visit here often, in fact a small medical team just returned.  To donate to Live Beyond, click here.

I have to admit that is hard to be hopeful for Haiti with such devastation, but please don’t give up praying and offering support to these desperate people  There is so much being done in the name of Christ to help these people.  While we hear of ongoing corruption, these two organizations have incredible records of faithfulness and integrity.  I have no doubt the adults and children they are helping are going to change the future of their country.

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My friend Kenzie with her new friends at Live Beyond

If you have seen the images and have been called to give, please consider these two organizations.  Your offering will be put to immediate and worthwhile use.

 

 

Please note I do not personally benefit in any way from your donation, I simply want to offer you a great place to give that I have seen first hand.

 



What Will You Do With the Time That’s Left?

Part 3 of My Life Plan

I sometimes wake up thinking of this phrase, “What Will You Do With the Time That’s Left?”  A while back I had a dream.  I had a brain tumor.  The tumor was the worst possible kind, in the worst possible location.  I was given 24-48 hours to live.  I am hurriedly trying to tell my kids and Robert.  My friends come to visit, even our closest friends from Kansas are there, all while a tornado is headed straight for our house.

While this was just a bad dream, the dream was real for the mother of one my sons-in law.   His mother woke up one day with some chest pain.  Her husband decided they needed to seek medical attention.  It wasn’t her heart.  It was a broken collar bone.  It broke because she had a tumor wimg_4741hich was Stage 4 Cancer.

A little more than two years later she was gone.  The phrase had tangible meaning for her.  Her death at 59 brought a renewed reality to me of the fact I do not know the days that are left for me.  It also challenged me to be more intentional in several areas of my life so that while I am here, I am the healthiest I can be and the most engaged I can be.

Last week I mentioned that Robert and I had recently written our Life Plans after reading the book “Living Forward” by Michael Hyatt and Daniel Harkavy.  The main part of the Life Plan involves identifying your Life Accounts.

Most people have somewhere around nine of these accounts.  For instance mine are:  Health/Self Care, Career, Hobbies,  Self Development, Parental, Spiritual, Finance, Marital, Social/Relationships.  In each of these areas I haclockve identified my purpose and envisioned my future and then come up with specific steps/goals to achieve my vision.

Why would I want to have such a detailed plan at this stage of life?   I am less than two years from an empty nest when busy school schedules are out the window.  Well, that is precisely the reason.  Time is flying by and if I want to keep living like I want to be remembered,  I need to stay focused.  The world offers so many distractions and many of them are good, but I cannot experience all the good things. I want to experience and accomplish the best things.

So I am on a journey.  A journey that has me re-reading my plan, tweaking it as needed as I discover what is really important to me.  It is a flexible plan.  Life changes and as we age we often get amazing clarity.  As my own vision has maybe decreased my life vision is becoming 20/20.

As I close this three part series out I want to conclude with the lyrics from the Mark Shultz song, “Time That is Left?”

What will you do with the time that’s left?
Will you live it all with no regret?
Will they say that you loved till your final breath?
What will you do with the time that’s left?

Oh hallelujah, oh hallelujah
Hallelujah, amen

And what will you with the time that’s past?
Oh and all the pain that seems to last?
Can you give it to Jesus and not look back?
What will you do with the time that’s past?

Oh hallelujah, oh hallelujah
Hallelujah, amen

And what will He say when your time has come?
And He takes you into His arms of love
With tears in His eyes will He say, “Well done”?
What will you say when your time has come?

Oh hallelujah, oh hallelujah
Hallelujah, amen

(If you prefer to hear it click here.)

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So the question remains, what will you do with the time that is left?
Comment and let us know your life plans.



Why I Have Already Written My Eulogy

Living my legacy

Last week I discussed the importance of learning to say no as mothers (and fathers).  I promised I would tell you why I have already written my eulogy and here is the short answer:  I want to live like I want to be remembered.

At the end of July my sweet hubby and I were able to escape for a few days to a family member’s lake house to rest, read and to write our Life Plans.  We had read Michael Hyatt and Daniel Harkavy‘s book “Living Forward:  A Proven Plan to Stop Drifting and Get the Life You Want” back in the spring, following its release.  We had yet to set aside time though for the book’s big assignment, which was to write our Life Plan.  The Life Plan is really the answer to the three powerful questions that Hyatt and Harkavy pose:

  1.  How do I want to be remembered?

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    Our view while writing our Life Plan.

  2.  What matters most?
  3.  How can I get from here to where I want to be?

The Life Plan really charts your course for accomplishing question number three.  But why begin with writing your eulogy?

The authors liken it to planning a vacation.  The first thing you plan is the destination, once you have chosen, it determines everything else.  So it is with your life.

Where do you want to end up?  What do you want your friends and family to remember about you?

What do you want to have taught your children, and others, for that matter?  What is really important to you and will that be obvious to others at the end of your life?

Life is so busy, especially in our American culture.  It is easy to just go through the motions of life and wake up one day and realize all the years you lived without really living consciously.  This is an easy trap to fall into and frankly, it is a trap set by Satan.  He loves to lull us into thinking we have plenty of time to make a difference.  The truth is, we may not.  None of us know the days we have left.  None of us knows the days our loved ones have left.  That is just a fact of life.  As the Apostle James wrote,

“Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes.”  James 4:14*

So what did I write in my eulogy?  I wrote about my closest relationships.  I wrote about what I cherished in those relationships.  I wrote about why I dreamed of having four children and how God blessed me with that dream.

I wrote about my salvation.

I wrote about the relationship with my nieces and nephews and then wrote about what I see that being for the remainder of my life now that they are grown.  I recalled my grandmother’s relationship with her nieces and nephews when imagining what this might look like in the future.

I wrote about causes I am passionate about but right now am not able to help with.  While I was writing in past tense, I was looking to the future of what I might accomplish if I am granted the days to do so.

I finished with some of my greatest enjoyments in life.

img_2632When we had finished the task of writing these eulogies, Robert and I shared them with one another.  We each read our own and we were barely able to finish.  It is very sobering to read your own eulogy.  To read about your life and what is has been and what you hope it will be.  It is an exercise I highly recommend everyone endeavor.

“Teach us to number our days, that we may gain a heart of wisdom.”     Psalm 90:12*

We all will leave a legacy, whether we like it or not, whether it is for good or for bad.  I know what kind of legacy I want to leave, do you?

Have you written your eulogy?  Share with us what you would want others to say about you.

Next week, “What Will You Do With the Time That is Left?”

*THE HOLY BIBLE, NEW INTERNATIONAL VERSION®, NIV® Copyright © 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 by Biblica, Inc.® Used by permission. All rights reserved worldwide.



Tired Mamas

How to know when to say no

Hi!  This is “Senior Mom”.  Project Grad co-chair resigned and they need help with the Christmas open house.  I am helping to organize.  We are in desperate need of homes for the tour.  Would you be willing to put your house on the Christmas tour?  Thanks, “Senior Mom”

It’s that time of year for those of us with school aged children.  This is the text I received two weeks ago from a mom of one of my son’s friend.  It was so tempting to say, “Sure”.  For the past six years, my husband and I have made a date out of the Christmas home tour featuring homes in our neighborhood and surrounding ones all benefitting the Project Grad senior night party, giving our high school’s seniors a safe place to celebrate graduation together.   Several times I have said that we would host one year, but probably not until our baby’s senior year.  This year I just had to say no for many reasons, the least of these being the upstairs carpet is a mess.  No, I mean really a mess.  Not only is it stained from the previous owners (yes seven years and it hasn’t been replaced) but it has a big cut in the hallway effectively making it two pieces where my hubby had to pull it all up to re-wire our kitchen below to insert my double ovens when the single oven died unexpectedly two years ago. I have worked to overcome my idea of a “perfect house” before people come over.  It still bugs me, but I try really hard to not let it stop me, but we could not have people tripping all over the upstairs!   It is on the list to replace but other household improvements keep relegating it to the bottom of the list.  You know things like refrigerator and hot water heaters failing.  Priorities, right?

54ff15ded377f-ghk-scheduling-secrets-02-s2-2This is exactly my point.  Priorities are important.  Priorities are important to the mother that gets frequent requests to do and attend and participate in many “good” projects and events.  The carpet wasn’t my only issue for saying no to the tour request.  Hosting an open house in December this year was simply not good for me or our family this year.  Thankfully, I have become much better in being slow to say, “yes”.  Today, I want to share a few thoughts on why you do not want to be a “do it all” mom.



“All the Pretty Things”

Choosing to let fire refine you, rather than consume you

I recently finished Edie Wadsworth’s new book “All the Pretty Things” as a part of her launch team.  While I had hoped to be feeding you snippets along the way via social media to entice you to be ready to order this book, it turns out that Amazon released it early and now you don’t have to wait to order your copy.  Wait!  Read on my friends so you will know why you need to order this

I have followed Edie’s blog Life{in}Grace off and on for years, first finding her through a Pinterest picture, I think.  She has an eye for design that is fascinating to me, even if it isn’t my own personal style.  She has amazing soup recipes and a desire to promote homemaking following a career as a physician.  I have to admit that I have not read all of her posts through the years, and while I knew there had a been house fire, I never knew how much fire was a part of her entire life.

 “That afternoon fell into a dark Appalachian night–the kind of night that carried with it a strange sort of loneliness that mountain people knew all too well.  Alone with the night.  Alone with the poverty. Alone with a low-grade hunger that was impossible to fill.”                                                                                              –Edie Wadsworth

Edie has been in the fire and emerged from it, smoky but with a smoke that isn’t awful like burning weeds but rather a pleasant one like what I smell when my husband is smoking a brisket.  She has the “aroma of Christ” from her battles with living in the fire, choosing her own “fires” and walking away from others.  Her smoky smell leaves me with a hunger not unlike the brisket smoke, only this hunger is to be more like my Savior.  A hunger to be more compassionate and understanding and to continue to look for ways to care for the innocent children in this world who have broken families, and these days, who doesn’t have some form of broken family?

Edie’s book begins when she is just a youngster growing up in Appalachia in Eastern Tenneessee.  It ends with her current station in life.  The story takes on a journey of heartache, neglect, love, family, abuse, redemption, perfection, failure, and grace.  It gives us a view of an extended, dysfunctional family from the eyes of a young girl whose heart cannot do anything more but love them despite their failings.  It also gives us a view into the heart and mind of a child victim and what both motivates and sabotages them throughout their life.

13895169_10206993784222328_7146079867776200123_nHaving just finished three years being “mom” to two teenage boys who have similar stories, (only theirs involves water not fire), my prayer was for forgiveness for when I didn’t understand and failed to give them the appropriate response or help to meet their deep needs.  I don’t think being given the opportunity to be on the launch team was accidental.

I finished the book this weekend.  The same weekend as the younger “son” left for college.  He had left our home earlier this summer due to his choices, and while we have no longer been helping with his daily care, we still have had an active part in his transition to independence.  This weekend his “village” of church family who have helped him for years moved him away to another city where he will try and be the first in his immediate family to finish college.  While we have be more than frustrated this past year by his repeated “forgetting” and failures to achieve benchmarks, I read Edie’s book and realize that many of his issues have to be tied to the “demons” in his mind.  All the negativity, all the heartaches, all the abuse, all the hungry nights, all the water trying to drown out his dreams.

What I also was reminded is, that no matter how great your childhood was, as children of God, we all do things we know God does not like, and then we do them again, and then we do them again.  We are human.  HE is perfect.  13920422_10206993787022398_8072257265791258696_oWe don’t have to be, we just need to keep reaching out to him, seeking him, striving to help the children he has placed in our paths, no matter their age.  Read the book, then read your favorite passages of redemption, grace and hope (if you don’t have any Edie does) and then praise your Father through prayer and afterwards through your life.

“May the Friend of sinners, the Father to the Fatherless, the Fourth Man in the fire, and the Finder of lost sons and daughters be our constant joy and peace.  He who became one of us to experience the depth of our struggle is right there in the dirty midst of it all–making all things new and raising what’s dead to new life.”                           –Edie Wadsworth

It is raining here, again.  I think I will go make some soup.  If you read the book, let us all know what you thought of it.



There is Hope for Haiti

A week with the future of Haiti

I have been trying to write this post for over a week.  I have found it much harder to sum up my experience in Haiti in mere words.  Any words that I try to use to help you understand what I saw and felt and smelled and heard will be inadequate.

Haiti is a dichotomy between beauty and ugliness.  Its people, landscape and produce are beautiful.  Its streets, its poverty, its health is ugliness.  How can an island surrounded by ocean be so dry and rocky and barren in spots?  How can a country who is constantly looking for it’s next meal, have residents who have no clothing or shoes or steady employment, be drowning in trash?  How can it’s people who suffer with such basic needs of running water, a clean food supply, and employment seem so happy and content?

A little over a week ago, my husband and I, along with one of our youth ministers and his wife, had the privilege of accompanying sixteen teenagers to the Hope for Haiti’s Children Orphanage in Thomazeau, Haiti.  It was a week of  new sights, sounds, and smells.  It was a week of hand holding, child holding, hugs, and laughs.  It was a week of singing and hammering and walking.  It was a week of beans and rice and pasta and creole sauce and goats.  It was a week of bouncing in a school bus, sweating like you never had before and drinking gallons of water.  It was a week that you would not want to trade with any other week.

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Road Tripping…Part 2

4 Reasons to make your kids turn off the electronics in the car

So sometimes life gets in the way and you just cannot do everything.  Such has been the case this last two weeks.  I am sure you all have been busy too but I wanted to get this out as a follow-up to my last post, “Road Tripping” before this weekend, the busiest car travel weekend of the summer!  I don’t know about your summer, but mine is flying by!

I just wanted to give you four reasons to consider limiting your child’s use of electronics on your road trips.  Here are my list based on many miles logged as a child and as a parent:

Our last road trip...when they are this age, no games are needed.

Our last road trip…when they are this age, no games are needed.



Faith in the Future

Fostering is not for the faithless

Do you ever wake up in the middle of the night and think of something you want to write down but you hesitate to get up and do it?  You think, “no I should lay quiet and not turn on lights and maybe I will go back to sleep.”  “I can write this in the morning, I really need my rest.”  I do this a bunch and I did it on Saturday morning and as usual I should I have got up and wrote down my thoughts because I have not been able to compose them since.  So today you get my rambled thoughts about what has been on my heart and mind.

A long time ago, I worked on a bus ministry where we would pick up children, mostly from lower income homes, and take them to Bible class.  We would sing and teach them the whole time they were on the bus.  It was often hard to see if you were making any difference in their lives.  It was not glamorous, it often involved hugging dirty children in their unkempt homes.  The highlights were when they remembered what you had taught them and of course, their smiles and cute personalities.  Whenever I was discouraged or tired of spending my spare time working on lessons, my mom would always say, “We may never know what difference we made, but if one child grows up to remember that Jesus loves them, it will all be worth it.”

This is what I have been trying to remember for three years.  For the past three years we have had two extra children in our family.  Two teens from a different race, whose mother told them to move out.  She told the older one when he turned 18 that he was a man and needed to move out; despite he was a junior in high school.  Then she told him to take his sixteen year old brother with him.  This is where we entered.  We took them in.  We knew them through our youth group, but we didn’t really know them.  Not the learning disabilities, not the terrible grades, the problems with the coaches, not the undiagnosed medical condition, nor the weak ACL waiting to tear, nor the inability to process audible instruction, nor the ongoing crises of their mother and younger siblings, but we took them in anyway.  We did it on faith.  Faith, that God was the one who was calling in our hearts to do it.  Faith, that God was the one who owned our home and our cars and everything else so we should share them.  Faith that if God was asking us to do this, that he would have give us what we needed to do it.  In a sense, it was blind faith.  We were blind to all the struggles that lay ahead, but we were not blind to the faithfulness of our God.

Two years ago the eldest boy graduated and went on to Job Corps where he learned two trades.  He is totally on his own now.  He has an apartment, a good job and had a car, until he wrecked it.  He has learned so much and while he has a long way to go, he is totally changing his family tree from a life of government assistance and poverty to one of financial independence and self reliance.

Yesterday, the younger brother graduated from high school.  He has employment and plans to continue his education at a community college.  He has moved out to live with friends.  He would have preferred to stay longer, but he also preferred to do things his way so we decided it was time for him to launch.  He purchased his car from us with money he saved by working this year.  He has learned that working makes you feel good about yourself and that it is important to do your job well so that the business will do well.   There are many things he does not seem to have figured out, but he will get there.  Some people have to learn by making some mistakes themselves.  I think we all have an area of our life where that is the case.

So lately, it has been hard to see what we accomplished.  There have been many “hit my head against the wall” kind of days.  I know we have made a difference, but only time will show how much we did.

Yesterday we told the younger one that if he remembers nothing else from us, that we hoped he learned that Jesus loves him, he died for him and that he will forgive him when he messes up.  A few days before, his big brother told me, “Even though I only lived with you full time for a year, I learned what a Christian family is and looks like.”  “YES!”  I thought.  “He got it!”

So maybe we won’t have to wait so long to know, but even if we don’t know here, I have faith we will on the other side.

If you are fostering right now, hang in there.  Don’t give up.  Have faith.



Happy Memorial Day

A couple of things to ponder

On this Memorial Day, I know most of you will not be reading a blog post so I am going to keep it short.  I first just want to remind you that while this is a great time to relax and connect with family and friends or maybe tackle a household chore, we could not enjoy any of this if not for the sacrifices of generations of men and women who paid with their lives for our freedom.  We would also not enjoy this if not for the grace of our Lord, who has blessed America with these freedoms.  I pray today that we will not take these freedoms for granted and will do everything on our part to preserve them.

So for today I have two short things to encourage you with:  one to read, one to listen to.

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