Showing posts from September, 2012

A Letter to my Chinese Prince

Dear son,

My heart misses you today.  Actually I miss you most every day, which still astonishes me because I've never actually known you.  I know about you, I've seen your smile, heard your voice, and studied every facial expression but I have not yet  held you in my arms.  I have not yet comforted you during illness, I've never wiped away your tears with my hand, I've never watched you sleep in my arms...but somehow my mother's love has expanded to encompass you, my son, even as we wait.  Our lives are inexplicably intertwined, our hearts meshed for reasons and purposes I cannot comprehend.

 We are living in the time in-between.   You are mine and I am yours,  but the ultimate fulfillment of that promise has not yet come...and so we wait.  We wait in eager expectation.  We wait with readiness and preparation.  We wait with deep longing, like the pangs of labor waiting for new life.

This is the time of hope, knowing that what is yours is now being secured, that …

All About My Girl

I haven't written about my little Miss Cece in ages.

Actually, I haven't written about much in ages.
My blog has been a bit neglected...not because life hasn't been a wild ride lately.  Oddly enough sometimes the more that's happening, the more I'm learning and growing, and more deeply I'm being refined the more I don't even know where to start or what to write about.  I guess all that's in my head and heart sometimes has to sit and percolate a bit before it can be formed into words.

So I'll narrow it down and write about my little girl.

 One very exciting development is that we're FINALLY in the finishing stages of Cece's adoption.  After 2 1/2 years the paperwork is finished and we are basically just waiting for it all to go to court.  Hopefully that will happen within the next month or two.

This week we received her "file" which is her entire social services, medical and family history wrapped up in a binder.  Fascinating, n…

I Always Wanted a Pet Monkey

When I was a kid I thought it would be really cool to have a monkey for a pet.  Of course this was based more on Disney movies and cute little Chimps dressed up as people than it was any actual real experience with monkeys.  
I never got my pet monkey,  but I did get a monkey for a son. 

Which actually comes in handy when you need to get something out of a tree, or in this case when my clothes line came off it's wheel. I made the mistake of grumbling about my out of service clothes line in front of my monkey son. A few minutes later I looked out the window to see my child doing his mother a favor.   

He couldn't get the wire unwedged  and back on the track...while maintining his precarious position.  I told him to please come down and not to worry about it. 

Even without a functioning clothes line it is pretty cool to have a monkey for a son. 

More about him...

In my last post I introduced the boy who will soon officially become our son.  We are already "matched" to him but until our thumbs are pressed down into red ink in an office across the ocean it's not finished.  We anticipate and long for the day when he will forever be ours.

When navigating the jungles of international adoption one has to tread carefully, choose words wisely, and use discretion in what to share publicly and what not to.  Sadly, the reality is we live in a world that largely despises adoption.  Because I don't quite have all the boundary lines figured out yet, and each situation is different, I'll probably be somewhat reserved in sharing specific details about our least until we get him home.

I do want to share my experience with you though.  I appreciate those people who come here, for whatever reason, and want to share in our life and encourage us along the way.  If by sharing our experience it emboldens someone else's faith en…


Introducing our newest treasure,

by God's grace, our 4th son.
"I will go before you and will level the mountains;
 I will break down gates of bronze and cut through bars of iron.
 I will give you the treasures of darkness, riches stored in secret places, so that you may know that I am the Lord, the God of Israel, who summons you by name."  Isaiah 45:3

A child once locked away in dark places, behind bars and closed doors, is now treasured by his family across the ocean.  Always known by the Father, the One who formed him in his mothers womb and has been sovereign over every detail of his unfolding story.

"This is what the Lord says:  In the time of my favor I will answer you, and in the day of salvation I will help you; I will keep you and will make you to be a covenant for the people, to restore the land and to reassign its desolate inheritances, to say to the captives, 'Come out'. and to those in darkness, 'Be free'"  Isaiah 49: 8-9

Now that this who…

First Day of Kindergarten

Although it appears he is standing in front of a firing squad, he is actually just stopping for a "mom needs a picture of you on your first day of school" photo.

His nerves were in high gear this morning.   He dressed in his trusty, comfortable familiar clothes (no new first day of school duds for this way, that's just too much craziness).   Put on his favorite jacket and pulled the hood up for extra protection.  He asked and asked again if I had all his new school supplies packed in his back pack....and his new Star Wars lunch box.  
This boy has been looking forward to this day for many months.

"Can you smile Silas??" ....oh, ok.  That's alright...don't bother smiling. We'll have to work on that before school picture day!
Can't you just see all the scenarios and possibilities running through his little brain?

Will he do it folks?

Yes!  He did.

He marched right onto that bus and didn't look back.
I spent the day hoping I wouldn…


It's that time of year again,  and this is my ride.  

My boys heading out.

Roman goes along for the ride, watching and learning.

The view from the cabin I will spend many hours in this season.   Not a very impressive view in this field, the hail got to the peas before we did.   This week I think I'll be cutting down wheat so it should be a little prettier.   I enjoy the peace, quiet and solitude of a tractor cab and an ipod playing all my favorite preachers.  Last week I listened to the whole Gospel Coalition  2012 Woman's conference.  I also loaded up with Matt Chandler, Mark Driscoll, Murray Mclellan, Russell Moore, Tullian, Craig Groeschel,  and David Platt.  I don't get a lot of laundry, garden and house work done while I drive back and forth with a Combine but it's a nice change from normal life.  Lots of time to think, imagine, pray, and learn.
I also enjoy watching nature as I spend a day in the field.  There are always rabbits, foxes, and coyotes scamperin…

Leeland, Nail polish and Birthday Cake

11 years ago I gave became a mom to my first daughter.   Somewhere between cutting baby teeth and getting braces she's morphed from a pig tailed little elf into a full fledged adolescent.   

As an early birthday celebration we took our two oldest kids, and Aili's friend to a Leeland concert and her friend was able to stay the weekend.  

The girls admiring their new concert shirts. ...and making friendship bracelets with plastic string.

deja-vu wow, I remember doing exactly that at her age. Having a daughter this age gives me so many flash backs to my own past life as an 11 year old girl.  It's trippy. 

Her new Auntie from Haiti gave her some braids.  Excellent.  This girl hates having her hair brushed so getting it done once for a week or two is perfect.

On the actual day of her birthday we did just a small family party.  We all ate cake and icecream.  

She has enough nail polish and lip gloss to last for years.  Which is a good thing because little sister is a hard core…