Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Spring Break '13

  Our Spring Break was not exactly stellar.  Oh, it was nice and all.  We couldn't take a big trip with my work days and the expenses of moving next month. So, we had a Day O' Fun, as my sisters call it.  We drove out to the country and enjoyed the little town of Glen Rose.  Dinosaur World was really cool.  Way too expensive for what there is to do/see.  But, fun none the less.  Below is Mike's head sticking out of a giant dinosaur sculpture!


Next, we ate lunch at one the cute eateries in the old downtown. Very quaint very Texas, and very pricey for a hamburger--but very good!




We then headed to Big Rock City Park at the river. Actually, until some spring storms come, it is a stream. There are huge natural boulders to climb on. The boys loved it!




This next pic kills me. My daughter is stunning! Where oh where is my chubby little 3yr old daughter who sang Dora all the time and wore ridiculous gaudy outfits that never matched? I want her back!!

Notice that we are missing a kid. It seems we only have 3 children now. Carter is 17 and pretty much flying solo. He has a car, friends, a job, and places to go things to do. We are glad he is independent and doing well, but it is sad to have an empty spot in the minivan. He and Mike have always been best buds...teaming up to poke fun of momma and quote silly movie lines "there are no eagle powers"....




And, this is the other fun event of spring break. We started packing. God blessed Mike at a garage sale with 30 "real" moving boxes for 10 cents a piece. A STEAL!







Tuesday, March 12, 2013

A letter to international leaders from an adoptive family

I have no voice, no audience with influential leaders.  The only avenue at my disposal is this blog and my prayers.  If I could have a few minutes of your time, Mr. or Mrs. Powerful leader of a country, this is what I'd tell you.

The global orphan crisis is alarming. Approximately 147-163 million children in the world are without parents. Due to the AIDS crisis and extreme poverty, that number grows daily. Certainly, everyone agrees that children should grow up in their homeland speaking their native lanuage. However, sometimes circumstances are not favorable toward that goal. When birthparents cannot or are not willing to parent, and an adoptive family in the country cannot be found, children should be allowed to grow up in a family that really wants them—even if in another race, culture, and country. Unfortunately, very few countries other than the US have a favorable view of adopting children born outside of their families.  The fact is, many many countries are in this situation. My husband and I have visited over 9 countries between us and have seen this repeated around the world. We all know that pride drives many a leader’s decision-making. So, Mr. or Mrs. National Leader, please, look at what is best for the children under your care.



      You read the few media reports of families that have major problems after adopting a child.  Media sensationalizes stories. That is what sells papers or boosts website visits.  What you don’t get to read about, because the media ignores it, are families like us.  Families who love their children completely and without reservation...yes, those children that have no biological connection to us. We educate the children, care for them when they are sick.  We provide speech, occupational, and physical therapy to those with special needs.  These children have grandparents who adore them and spoil them.  They have aunts, uncles, cousins, church families, and school friends to support and cheer for them. Families, just like us, who tuck their children in to bed each night and pray with them and ask God to bless the birthparents who are surely hurting from the decisions they had to make.  We are families who teach our children to respect their homeland and heritage. We are a normal family. There is nothing super human about us, just a deep love for the child that God hand-picked to have our last name.  And guess what?  There are lots of other families who would love to provide a forever family for a child who is orphaned.  You, Mr and Mrs. National Leader have made this endeavor so frustrating, the wait so long, the paperwork so daunting, the travel requirements so imposing, and the fees so overwhelming, that many good people give up.  Is it really more optimal for the children of your country to spend their lives in institutions rather than join a family overseas?  I beg you, as a mother, search your heart and ask for God to grant you wisdom.  The children, the ones who have no mama to kiss goodnight and no daddy to give them hugs, they are who you must consider when making life-altering decisions.

Defend the weak and the fatherless; uphold the cause of the poor and the oppressed. Psalm 82:3

I leave you with this.  My little boy saw a picture of a young boy who has no mother or father to call his own.  My little boy said "when can we go get him?".  I explained how hard it is to get the boy due to all the rules that some leaders made.  My son said "Awww, I want him."  You see Mr. or Mrs. Influential Leader, those children are precious.  We love them.  Do you?

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Bro's

These 2 boys are more than brothers.  They are Bro's.  Know the diff?  Together all the time, buds, enemies, team mates, friends.


A few nights ago I awoke to hear Dillon coughing and wheezing.  I stood in their room listening and trying to decide if it was worth waking him up for a breathing treatment(you mommas of kids with asthma understand that dilemna!).  He coughed really hard and it made him toot really loud.  I swear he was asleep, lying on his side like a peaceful angel with hands tucked up under his chin.  He chuckled and said in a sleepy voice "Hey Hudson, you hear that big toot?"   HAHA, I got a big kick out of that! I love me some little boys. 

Monday, March 4, 2013

We have a contract!

Last Thursday we signed a contract on our house.  The inspection is today---sure hope it comes out clean.  Funny, you start noticing all the little cracks, spots on carpet, worn hinges and such when an inspector is coming.  I drove by our "new" house a few days ago.  Ohhh, the flat driveway, trees, and front yard are what I'm salivating over! 
I don't really wish to share with you all, but our lives pretty well flipped upside down the past 6weeks.  We've walked an interesting , painful, confusing, exciting journey.  One that has left its mark etched on our  hearts. Hopefully, we can move  into our new house, look forward to what God will lead us in next(may we never ever ever settle and not be open to His leading--even when it seems crazy), and make plans to enjoy our summer--the last one  with Carter officially under our care(he will be a senior next year!).

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Yet, a powerful word

I got some really sad  news today.  Not at liberty to share about it.  But, so frustrating and so sad...not just for us, but for many around the world.  I said "God, what on earth is going on here?  Do you see what the consequences are going to be? Do you see the hurt and pain that will happen"
I went to my closet to read and pray.  The passage was about Lazarus.  I've studied this numerous times.  The most powerful word in the story...Yet.  Jesus had been delivered bad news about his dear friend's illness.  He was only 2 miles from the friend's home.  YET, he chose to stay where he was and not show up when the friends expected him to.  He waited, and Lazarus died.  Mary and Martha, his sisters were devastated and told Jesus "If only you'd come earlier."  Then, Jesus raised Lazarus to life--after being dead 4 days!  Reminds me of the classic movie Princess Bride.  Billy Crystal's character says "there is a difference between all dead and mostly dead, this guy is mostly dead."  Well, after 4 days, Lazarus was all dead!  Yet, Jesus brought him to life.  Know why he waited?  So that the big crowd of Jewish mourners could see the glory and the miracle and place their faith in Jesus as the Messiah.  Waiting for Jesus' timing brought more glory and more people to Him.  It hurt for Mary and Martha, it hurt like hell that their brother died.  But, I dare guess that after they hugged their newly raised to life brother's neck....they understood the timing and realized the good it brought.

Yet when he heard that Lazarus was sick, he stayed where he was two more days.  John 11:6

Jesus give us faith to wait on your timing, peace in the storm, wisdom to make right choices, bravery to take the hard road--the road that you've called us to travel, and joy for the journey.  And touch the innocent ones affected by other's bad decisions--give them a hope and a future.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

The house is still for sale

 Proverbs 24:3-4 By wisdom a house is built, and through understanding it is established;  through knowledge its rooms are filled with rare and beautiful treasures.

Tuesday morning will be 5 weeks since we listed our house.  We priced very reasonable to begin with.  We know our neighborhood has taken a hit the last several years and thus weren't expecting to make much proft.  I was sure it would sell really fast.  It is a lovely and sweet family home;  nothing fancy, no wood floors, no granite counter tops, just a sweet and open, very clean and not cluttered, family home.  It hasn't sold.  We lowered our price yesterday to catch more people.  We've had lots of lookers, just  no offer.  It is okay.  Yes, we'd really love to have the older home on the hill with the rockin' 1983 wood front door with amber colored glass panes, the extra bathroom in what would be Abby's room, the 1 acre and the trees, the flat drive way for Dillon to shoot baskets in(our driveway is a beast of a hill).
I'm okay with it not selling.  It is actually less work for me. Our contingency contract expires in 3 more weeks.  I've been praying "Lord, all this is just a house.  We are so blessed with our home currently.  More than a house, we want to honor You with our lives.  If we don't need that other home or if it would not be financially sound, please shut the door on it."  So, 3 other homes in our neighborhood that were for sale have contracts on them.  I asked Dillon what he thought.  He waved his hands dramatically and said "Our house pretty!"  I'm ready to be done with the showing stuff.  Keeping it clean costantly is hard!  Yesterday I was at a class in a city an hour away and Mike was in D.C.  The house wasn't ready and we got a call.  My dear friend Susie hussled over, put the dogs up, picked up items left lying about(including a pair of clean undies), and opened blinds to showcase natural light).  Now that is a true friend!