Wednesday, April 29, 2009

The limits to his love.

video

He draws the line at sleeping A L O N E. His brothers and sisters jump up and down and shriek with joy if ever allowed to snooze in our room. They also totally freak out (which is convenient because of the child/bedroom ratio in the house) if they are ever in a room alone at night. Not Stryder. No matter what, this boy must slumber solo.

He is however, always ready to take advantage of a photo op as he is asking to take a picture with me at the end. I had to answer, no honeybunchy sugarbooger luvbug smuchkin. Let's not scare the nice people any more this week.

Caseworker coming over to show us our homestudy and have us sign it today. Will be fun to read about ourselves, as if we don't already know our business. Another step accomplished. Only a million or so more to go ;-) It is a beautiful Wednesday!

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

My 47th Birthday Party

This year alone. Thrown last week by a lovely young lady.

Dad was working late, so it was just the little people and their mama.

Welcome. Let's get this pahty stahted!

Searching through the dress up clothes.
Perfect. A Build a Bear's wedding dress for Clover True.
My gift was a homemade craft. As usual, there was a great deal of booty shakin around the room. I am one happy, 183 year old lady.

Monday, April 27, 2009

When my passion becomes my religion

I am in trouble.
Adoption is my obsession.

Absorbed, consumed, busy. Left with little time, thought, or energy to focus attention elsewhere. Paperwork, training, gathering information, education, preparation....
Service is good, isn't it? It is better than good, it is noble, necessary, a condition of the calling of a follower of Christ. It is life altering, required, used for change in both myself and those I serve. It is important and crucial and teaches me about self sacrifice.

Yet, what is good and worthy and helpful, transforming, can become the object of my affection where what I am doing overrides my abiding in Him.

Without Him it becomes basic humanitarian effort.

I have found myself there.

Adoption is not my God. Worthy causes are not my God. Giving to the poor is not my God any more than rocking babies in the church nursery or working for VBS would be.

I do because I abide. I don't abide because I do.

Only I am able to tell the difference in my own life, if the order is right.
It hasn't been. I've been too busy doing to abide.

Sometimes I lose sight and need to stop, repent, turn back to my Lord and remember to focus upward before I move outward. It's easy to allow serving to trump or even replace truly abiding in Him. It appears fine, looks good.

It really doesn't matter if it looks like I am doing enough, inspiring enough, rallying behind other people's worthwhile efforts enough, advocating enough, caring enough.

I am convicted simply being in His presence, seeking His face, worshipping Him, being still before Him, serving in the quiet ways no one ever sees, validates, or appreciates is exactly where I need to be from time to time, doing very little at all.

To me, hiatus has been more than a slowing down of the blog.....I have needed to allow God to reclaim the throne of my life. Let my service flow from Him so that I don't just paste the title 'Christian' to my man-made efforts. May He alone receive the glory and may I be willing to sit down before Him for a while before I run to serve.

John 15:4-5 Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of
itself, unless it abides in the vine, neither can you, unless you abide in Me. I am the vine, you are the branches. He who abides in Me, and I in him, bears much fruit; for without Me you can do nothing.

Joy

Stryder




He always wants us to have a picture together. At nearly 3 years old he is crazy about me. Goes around introducing everyone, especially strangers, to his mommy with great pride. On the other hand, when I see this am reminded that maybe I should spend more time with my mirror....perhaps putting on makeup or doing something with my hair...maybe plugging in the blow dryer. Quite certain I would qualify for a haggard mom's Mother's Day make over right about now. I will enjoy this while my little boy still thinks I am the prettiest girl he knows.

Just put the snowboots away....

last week. It was wishful thinkinking because I had to get them back out today. It's almost May, right?

Thursday, April 23, 2009

She feeds her brother breakfast.


When I told my mom I wouldn't be blogging for a while, she was unhappy about not seeing pictures of her grandkids almost every day. So, back on the blog are the pictures, and some statistics, and a link to someone else's amazing words.....
Still technically on hiatus, we are enjoying the family and the (finally!) truly spring like weather. Working on adoption. Looking and praying over waiting kids, reading their heartbreaking stories. Preparing for the summer garden. Buying a compost bin to transfer the currently open pile into. Line drying laundry. Having parent/child dates-yesterday evening Onyx and Mom hit IHOP. Hot night out last Friday for Daddy-o, myself, and dolly (Noodles Inc. and Arc) while grandma babysat JOTS. Doing a lighter school schedule since required material has been covered for the year. Listening to my most favorite bible teacher every day and lots of good praise music. Spending a little time with an old friend, thanks Kim! Placing pretend bets with the kids on who will get the boot on American Idol each week and snuggling up to watch. I wish I could say working on my blog book, but I really can't. It's taking me forever to get it finished in my complete 5 pages at a time state : ) Final training last weekend was cancelled due to weather. Rescheduled for Saturday. Will read and sign our completed homestudy next Wednesday.
That gets us all caught up.
Still no emotional subject writing for now ;-)
It is a beautiful Thursday and we are thankful for our simple country life.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

She said it so well....

Happy Earth Day: read here

Monday, April 20, 2009






Tuesday, April 14, 2009

Hiatus

Going to take a break. Be an undistracted mom. Or at least a less distracted one.
Will try to tackle some projects that are lingering undone, give the computer some time off, spend more moments playing games with the kids, looking into their faces with undivided attention, and less trying to remember if I've already said before what's on my mind to type next.......
Blogging is good therapy.
Not blogging is sometimes better ;-)
Adios amigas. Take care!

Dear Bunny,

I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. I hope you know, it is not personal against you. You are awfully cute, for an oversized, upright rodent. Oops there I go again. What I'm trying to say is, of course children love you. Look at how fun you are! I've got nothing at all against you, as a concept that kids enjoy. My only concern is that you can be a distraction from the celebration of the pinnacle day and event in all of history for those of us who love and follow Christ. It seems to me that He alone is worthy of the spotlight and His resurrection should be gift enough. I hope you can accept my apology if I offended you. I sometimes come across rudely. I realize that about myself and will try to phrase things in a more sensitive way toward those like yourself and your dentist friends, Mr. Bunny, because truthfully, I fully admit that I have absolutely no idea how Jesus feels about you.
Sincerely, Tisha

Monday, April 13, 2009

The Conflict

This happens to me around holidays. The ones where we celebrate
a) Something related to our Lord and Savior, to whom no one can compare
and
b)The guiltless ability to gorge ourselves on sweet treats, hunt for brightly colored plastic eggs left by a big-eyed, huge-eared, mysteriously large, upright bunny who must be a cohort of the dentists that are raking in big bucks on all those children's fillings because why oh why would he possibly be interested in going from house to house hiding countless eggs? I mean, what is his motivation?!

It's why I honestly like Halloween so much, even though I know and respect that some people are convicted otherwise. We aren't pretending it's about Jesus. We know its origin is dark. We're fully aware going into it with our kids it's all about the candy and the costumes and we don't try to remember the more important reason for the season and all that jazz through our amped up, jittery, rambunctious, sugar high. There is no competition for attention.

I read about several churches dropping candy from helicopters to celebrate Jesus being risen from the dead. Oh my.
Next year, I think we'll do the egg part a day early. Did I say that last year? I'm all for fun with the kids, and I very much look forward to dying the eggs and watching the enjoyment they receive from hunting them.
At the same time, I am always left wondering, isn't wildly excited, whole hearted, interesting and enthusiastic celebration over his birth, his resurrection, his atoning sacrifice on the cross, his unfathomable, extraordinary love that our king would die so that we could be forgiven and spend eternity with God, the maker of heaven and earth enough? Seems it should be so.....
Our church service was amazing, a real celebration, full of rejoicing. It was very moving. Cardboard testimonies were given. Gosh those get me weepy.
He is risen and we will never be the same.
We tried these Resurrection Cookies for the first time this year (thank you Rose!) I think we'll make them a tradition. It was a great interactive, hands-on, visual for the kids.

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Finished our 8 hours of online adoption training over the weekend. Yay! One more training session this upcoming weekend, and that portion will be complete. 24 hours of certified preparation. A lifetime of reward.
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Well check for Clover this afternoon, then taking a coupon to LaCasita for supper. It's been a while as we've nearly cut eating out out. That made perfect sense : )
Will make it all the more enjoyable.
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Slumdog Millionaire, wow is it good. Have you seen it? Bobby and I were glued to the tv screen watching it last night. Such a treat.
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Good Monday to you!

Thursday, April 09, 2009

Jayla's Fashion Show

Featuring her sister Clover.

Here the model is showing extraordinary creativity. She lost a slipper, then tried to put it back, on her head.
A look back at the beauty, just one year ago. Clearly, in April 2008, rolls were all the rage.
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The school district wants to offer a free cottage program next year for the homsechoolers.
That means we would "partner" together in the children's education, the school buying curriculum and taking over the teaching of several core subjects, the kids going to school 2 full days a week.
After deliberating this idea, big bald daddy and I have decided we are really loving the whole homeschool lifestyle too much to go that route. We have huge amounts of flexibility in our schedule, it makes for a *reasonably* relaxed pace and there is NO homework at night, ever! Evenings are free to spend family time together after dinner. This has been a year of wonderful memory making.
The kids have done very well with the academic part of school. We are finished with the 1st grade material and are busy with review now and skills practice.
Best of all: They still have really good attitudes, overall : ) I know this can not be attributed to homeschooling alone, but I'm also aware it doesn't hurt! These tender years, this time of forming attitudes and opinions, learning to understand the world around them and how they fit into it, developing a world view, are spent with us. We are honored to be the ones to guide them along in these critically important processes, without a lot of competition for their attention. I am also thankful everyday that they have plenty of freedom to simply play and that imagination building and development can be fully fostered, which takes free time.
Rush is a word that rarely needs to be used in our vocabulary, and that is priceless in this day and age with a large family.
We are hoping they continue to make the Friday School Enrichment Program available, as we feel that is the perfect balance for our situation, as it currently stands.

This Little School on the Prairie update has been brought to you by the letters J,O,T,S&C and the number 5.

Monday, April 06, 2009

Our life in song

Listen here
Someone got it exactly right!

April (snow) Showers

Bring construction paper hats that look like tall towers. Assembled by kids who were stuck in the house.
Driven by boredom, pretending to be a mouse. Headwear was sweetly cut and taped for their mother. Who was sure it would look much better on a brother. Then they painted birdhouses in hopes that one day.....
JOTSC could venture outside and see some feathered friends while they play.
This week should be warmer, might even see some sun.
Their mom is shouting FINALLY and oh what fun! Saw a little girl at the park the other day. She happened to be the exact same age as Clover. I could not figure out, how in the world this poor couple's child could be so grown-up at 15 months, walking everywhere, enjoying the slide, gaining some independence, when my wee one is just a teeny-tiny, itty-bitty, peanut of a baby still?
DeNile. It aint just a river in Egypt.

Friday, April 03, 2009

Hello

Questions:
I will try to answer them here for the sake of time.

1) The age of kids we are open to accepting is anyone younger than Jayla. We feel strongly like it is important to keep her place as the eldest, and established boss : ) It would just rock her world too much to have an older sibling all of a sudden and she has already grown quite accustomed to welcoming younger ones. The boys don't really care, they are pretty easy going, so having siblings their same ages or older would be fine with them.

2) Gender: either boys or girls or one of each.
We've been blessed with both, so it really doesn't matter.
Praying GOD GUIDE US!!

3) Time frame for the referral will depend on how fast things go once the dossier reaches the courts there. It will take a while (probably a few months) because there are a couple of places the dossier has to gain approval here in the US before it even travels to Africa, plus it's going to take us a few weeks for us to even complete it. It's pretty long and extensive and we don't have oodles of spare time on our hands, so it will be a little here, a little there, mostly in the evenings when we can really focus on what we're doing, then going to get notarization on all the documents.

4) After the referral (which is when you actually "accept" the children that will be yours) it is usually 2-4 months until travel.

5) Yes, we are definitely at this time, unless something changes, which is always a possibility, planning to adopt an HIV+ (child)ren. I've gotten to the point where I'm okay with it, even if someone doesn't like it ;-)
I must thank you again for your genuine encouragement to me regarding this.

6) As for laying it all out there without concern about how people respond, or if they react unfavorably.....
Well, hmmm.
I'd have to say sometimes I do this very well, and other times quite terribly!
Since I have about a million character flaws, this is not an easy topic to discuss without feeling like a hypocritical jerk-o-rama.
It depends on my frame of mind at the time and how vulnerable I feel about the particular subject they are criticising or opposing.
I do not have a hard time opening myself up and expressing things some might feel are too personal. I think it's just the way I am made.
The older I get, the less concerned I am about what other people think of me or trying to win anyone over. I believe God has been doing a great work in my heart and mind over the past couple of years to liberate me from this, which frees me for His service and to fulfill His callings on my life. That doesn't mean I don't feel hurt or wounded or annoyed when people vocalize disagreement or concern. I often argue when I should remain quiet. I can too easily be lured into a debate, not realizing that it will be unprofitable. So I don't have this all figured out for sure!

I guess I feel okay with myself most of the time, even with my flaws, and I am absolutely confident in my relationship with God because I know with out a shadow of a doubt, My Lord is real to me and He is near.
Ultimately, His validation is all that matters.
I will stand accountable to Him alone and He can comfort, guide, teach, convict, and admonish me in ways no one else could, so I always want to stay receptive to Him. Those lessons often come through others, and they are sometimes painful and difficult to learn.
If someone doesn't like me, or disagrees, hurts my feelings, or is bothered that I pray on my knees, it can be a great opportunity for me to grow in taking things less personally, check myself with Him, evaluate who I aim to please, ask what He wants me to learn from the situation and try to love others exactly where they are, even if they happen to be my "enemy" for this time or in this circumstance.
If everyone liked everything I said and did, it would be easy to love them and some of the biggest growth has come from loving those when they didn't make it easy. Much simpler said than done, eh? What a process to work through! Relationships with people, which include expectations and differences of opinion can be so, so challenging.
Sometimes I fail miserably at being an encourager to others. I judge where I have no place judging and say what I have no place saying.
We all need grace and forgiveness, don't we? Remembering that helps me offer it.
As cliche as it sounds, the only one I can control is myself and placing expectations on anyone else to behave a certain way leaves me perpetually disappointed. I've done that (and still do) enough to know!
I'm a big girl now. I've got to grow up, be able to absorb much, love deeply, forgive easily, and not rely on others, including my husband or children, for my sense of self-worth.
**The parenting gig I signed on for requires much of me and I want to be able to take it on as maturely and graciously as I possibly can. Being a "safe" place for kids means they can come to me with all their stuff and I can take it. Being overly sensitive or fragile on my part won't help them bond/attach/grieve and go through whatever they need to go through to heal.**
My lifetime goal is to become unoffendable. Not because I don't care, but because I can love that big. It's going to take me that long to get there, but I vow, by His grace to keep trying.
Thank you for asking.
If you read this far, I congratulate you ;-)
You are a blessing to me and I am thankful for you.

Thursday, April 02, 2009

Falling on my knees.

I've taken to it as a posture for prayer after reading a recommendation to do so.
Humbled. Small. Surrendered.
Acknowledging there is much I don't know, so very little control I have.
The uncertainty can drive me to fear, anxiety in a heartbeat. What if.....?
It can paralyze, restrict, preoccupy.
Or I can fall face down and speak to the God of heaven and earth, crying Abba Father, asking "let thy will be done" as I make my requests, then draw comfort and peace that surpasses understanding from the acceptance of my own personal limitations to know, to foresee, to protect, to provide and His Almighty Power to do all of the above, graciously, miraculously, beyond my every expectation, as He sees fit. Learning to trust, turn everything over, it is indeed liberating.
I have to say, it was some of the best advice I have ever received.
I had no idea what I was missing.....Dad and Onyx looking over the Harbor Freight Flyer together for some Special Time when everyone else was in bed.

Snow snow go away

Come again another day.....
like next WINTER.
I was so excited to see spring come.
It's here, and things outside are a white wonderland, after the blustery blizzard conditions have settled down, yet again.
I wouldn't mind that so much, if it weren't for the -cooped up indoors with all the kids just when I was hoping for several consecutive days of available outdoor play, allowing the children to run around, get some fresh air and sunshine, and expend some of the amazingly high level of energy they wake up with each morning- part.



Bobby was working late last night. During a brief reprieve from the snowfall, I, the super smart person I am decided to take the kids to COSTCO. Little did I know it was coming ba-ack. Why don't I watch the news more? We drove all the way home, our 30+ miles in a white out. Eeek. I could not see, I could not see. Not good on the nervous system. I was praying out loud all the way. Running out of new things to say to God quickly, it became the same petition over and over, but I continued to say it anyway. I was thinking to my *smart* self, at least we have $300 worth of food with us, and some nice long seats to sprawl out on. If we get slide off the road and get stuck, it may not be so bad. We could partake in several handfuls of organic sugar, dry grape nuts, chunks of cheese, green bananas, and hard uncooked rice, topping our gourmet meal off with dollops of delicious sour cream. (Oh, and diapers. Have you seen how many come in a box sold only at COSTCO? I'm pretty sure we wouldn't run out before search and rescue found us. That's good news!) Then, when we're nice and full, we could (relatively) comfortably cash out for a long winter's snooze....in ditchland....pretending like it was Deutschland. See? It would have been okay.
We made it. Then, we thanked the Lord for answering my earnest prayer for safety for sweet JOTSC with a "yes."
*Benefit numero uno of countless advantages to driving a bus. It's almost as large and cozy as home.*

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