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Childlike Faith




Our sweet Grace
who will commandeer anything in the house {like her momma's pony tail holders}
that can at-all-resemble a bracelet, necklace, or other sparkly accessory



accidentally burnt her wrist on the skillet this morning.
I was right.there. and just couldn't stop her fast enough. 
serious momma guilt over this!

lots and lots of cold water, 
{more than a few} tears and some snuggling with her Oatmeal bear later and all was fine.

And then, awhile later,
while in the car,
this sweet boy...
 




...all-of-a-sudden burst out with 
we should pray for Gracie's boo-boo.

Absolutely, buddy, we should absolutely pray for it.
You wanna pray right now?

he did.
His prayer?

Dear God,
Thank-you for today.
Thank-you that you will heal Gracie's boo-boo.
In Jesus' name,
Amen


wow. 
some serious child-like faith in that prayer, huh?
No worrying, no stressing over the situation.
simple trust that He will heal Gracie's boo-boo.



and right then,
in those few quick moments in our car, 
with Gracie holding her bear, Grant in mis-matched sweats, 
and me wearing my good-'ole running shorts,
my faith was challenged.
 

Do I pray with such faith?
that God will work?
that He will accomplish His will?
that my prayers will be answered?


I hope so. 


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...But let him ask in faith, with no doubting...
James 1:6

1st Day.






Grant.
He's exuberant, out-going, laid-back.
funny. observant. enthusiastic.




And now, he's bouncing into his 4-year-old preschool class.

Re-wind about 8 years, 
and we were about to unkowingly face a long, heart-wrenching journey
with infertility and pregnancy loss.  
where we would be given a less than 4% chance of conceiving.


Grant is our miracle baby.
And now he's our miracle baby going to pre-school.

bittersweet, huh?


He loves it.  
loves, loves, loves it.

I love that he loves it.
I love that he's so excited to go to school he sleeps with his lunch box.
I love that he's so excited that he can barely take his jacket off before running into his classroom.

but, a small look-back and "see ya, mom!" might do my heart good right about now.

Because they'll always be babies in our hearts, won't they?


This bittersweet stuff?
I have a feeling it's not going to end any time soon.


So even though he'll always be itty-bitty in my heart,
I pray that he'll grow into a man who's passionate about serving his Savior.
who's walking in faith.
who's exuberance is a zeal for the Lord.


Happy pre-school, Grant Owen!


your momma may have cried a few tears.
and this girl?


she misses her bubby
lots.


But, we love watching you grow up.
just slow it down a bit, okay?


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"For this child we prayed, and the Lord

Granted

  our request".

I Samuel 1:27






Love. Radically.




I came home from 2 weeks in Uganda, East Africa, ready to set the world on fire. As I served beside men and women who have given up what they cannot keep to serve poverty-stricken people, I passed out not only rice and beans and chicken to outcast children who would probably have gone hungry otherwise, I passed out a tangible piece of hope and love from our Savior. 

We prayed over those rice and beans, that as those dear, dear children ate, they would learn about a Savior who loves them and will satisfy their every need.


It's hard to serve among side ministries like Amazima who literally feed starving children and then come home.

home to middle class suburban America. Where we have fancy four-dollar coffees on every corner and super Targets that compel us to throw one more cute {but unnecessary} item into our plentiful cart.

I came home wanting to set the world on fire. 
Here, in middle class America.


But how? 
how do I make such a difference here as I felt like I did in sub-sahara Africa? 
That is what I wrestled with.

Yes, there are food pantries that I can {and do} donate to. and volunteer with.
There are lots of charities and organizations that need help.
But none of them seemed to fit. 
None seemed personal enough.

I just wanted to pass out figurative rice and beans in my neighborhood -- to say to my friends, neighbors, community---I will love you because Christ first loved me.

how?

I prayed. And prayed. And prayed some more.

humbly seeking the Lord's direction
on how in the world I could make such a difference here in suburbia.

And then in my Bible reading I came to 1 Corinthians 13. It's such a well-read passage at weddings, but it spoke to me. and continues to.

"if I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, but have not love, I am a noisy gong or clanging cymbal...and If I have all faith, as if to move mountains,
But have not love, I am nothing."

And here's what answered my prayer about setting my small world that God has placed me in on fire.

"If I give away all I have, and if I deliver up my body to be burned, but have not love,
I gain nothing."

You see, I could go to Africa. 
I could sell everything and move there and feed starving children.

But if I have not love, I.gain.nothing.

And that's when the answer to my months of prayer came.
I.must.love.

We are told that the rest of this world will know we are different because of our love.
{John 13:35}

That the second greatest commandment is to love our neighbor {and the biblical definition of neighbor is anyone who is in need} like our self.

For months I've been challenge by this, 
and I think i will be until the day my faith becomes sight.

For me, personally, making a radical difference starts right.here. With the husband I fell in love with over 10 years ago and the children we desperately wanted, tried for, prayed for. It starts with the neighbors I walk around the block with. The people in my church family.

Am I loving them?

am I being kind, patient, and selfless with them?

as my 2 year old wants me to play with her, but I really have 1,429 things on my to-do list, am loving her? By simply remembering these years won't last forever and playing baby dolls up my sweet girl?

As our 4 year old melts down before bed am I patient with him, knowing he's just tired and a good hug and goodnight kiss are what he needs instead of an impatient momma telling him to hurry it up with the pajama process?

I could move to Africa and feel like I'm changing the world.
But if I'm not showing love right here, right now,
I am nothing.

I fail, of course, and praise Hm for His forgiveness when I do. 

but for now, I remain in suburban America, 
passing out my own version of rice and beans to my family and friends.

By trying to love them.

Radically.




2 year olds.




This girl?
She's kinda been keeping me hopping recently.

Just today I've vacuumed up glitter, swept up parmesan cheese, 
and wiped her down from a mascara incident.

I love it.
I love her spunk. Her determination. Her insistance.

love.it.

 I love her detailed-nature.
She sleeps with about a dozen different animals/action figures in her bed.
and she knows every.single.one.

I quietly set her in her bed tonight as she was halfway asleep in my arms.  
Snuggling into her blankie she whispered "guy guy downstairs".

Yes, my baby girl.  One of your 12-membered-possee that you sleep with is downstairs.
Momma will get it you dear thing.

As she corrals her cast of characters into their correct sleeping position in her crib, 
tonight I prayed over her that we can channel her spunk 
and fire-cracker-nature into a zeal for the Lord.  

That her determination will translate into determination to always, always, always do.the.right.thing.

That her detailed-nature will make her examine her faith and be built up,
strongly rooted in Him.
That her outgoing self will learn to love others as Christ has loved us first.

Grace Abigail,we love you.
So much, baby girl. So much.

And?
please stop arranging your possee in your crib and
go to sleep.


Diet Coke Break.




This beautiful girl is napping.




So I take a break from the laundry and toys that await.
And sit down with a Diet Coke and my Bible.
For we need Him, don't we?
so much.

And I read about how 
He satisfies me with good so that my youth is renewed like the eagle's.

and I pray that the Lord will work justice and righteousness for a very special friend who's in Uganda right now trying to bring her 2 sweet boys home. and home soon.

I praise the Lord that He is mericful and gracious.
That he does not deal with me according to my sins.
and that His Love is steadfast.
{psalms 103}

And a few pages over, 
I am challenged by the Woman of Proverbs 31.
She dresses herself with strength. 
She reaches her hands to the poor.

and she laughs at the time to come.

So.much.confidence in the Lord that she can laugh at the days ahead.

In my head, I picture her envisioning the future.  
smiling, shaking her head.

saying, 
Okay, Lord.  It's all yours.  
We are in your hands.  
Whatever you have for us, we will walk humbly. 
Your will be done.

I pray I can say the same. 
that my confidence in this Lord of ours will.not.be.shaken.

Even if the days ahead include more health crises like, um, toxic shock.
juvenile rheumatoid arthritis.
words like leukemia. spinal tap. sepsis.


and thus I know that I can laugh at the days ahead.
For our Lord holds them.

and we are 
in
His
Hands.

Awareness.





July was Juvenile Rheumatoid Arthritis Awareness Month.


As the month has gone on, and Grant got the "official" diagnosis,
 I've thought a lot about how our lives have changed since he started having JRA symptoms.

My normal laid-back self flinches at Grant rubbing his legs. 
When he looks more tired than usual, I start praying.  
and analyzing.  

Did he just go to bed too late? Or is the inflammation returning?
I glance at his knees when he's in shorts and find myself comparing for swollen-ness.
He's had more blood draws than a 4 year old should, 
and knows way too much about doctor's visits.
{she's going to wiggle my arms mommy! Then I'll walk down the hall really fast!}


However, all in all, the Lord has protected our sweet Grant over the past several months.
 my heart still cringes at what the diagnosis could have been.
Praising the Lord for a very manageable, very treatable disease!


And, after spending time at a very high-tech children's hospital,
I'm so much more aware of health issues in children now.

How if a kid is kinda cranky in Sunday School class,
they may not just be being difficult.
They may have awakened with swollen joints and 
pain beyond what a child should know.


How if a friend seems kind of flustered and overwhelmed,
her inside may be aching for her child.  
Even if the prognosis is good, 
seeing speciality doctors and super-tech hospitals is a lot to process.



Awareness.
Awareness that we all deal with our own difficulties.
That there's more to everyone than what we see.

And awareness leads to compassion.
Compassion for hurting kids.
Hurting mommas.

Awareness that we all, 
{4-year-olds with arthritis, 80-year-olds with heart disease}
need help, healing, and hope.
Hope for this life.
and eternity.



...I have put my hope in the Living God, who is the Savior of all men...
I Timothy 4:10




Praying.





Grant.

Many of you have followed Grant's journey over the past several months. 
Praying with us for protection and healing from juvenile rheumatoid arthritis.

Today we have a routine appointment with the pediatric rheumatologist.
{Really, after months of hearing spinal tap and abnormal in medical conversations about Grant, 
nothing really feels truly routine for this momma!}

We're expecting good news, praying for good news.
But a part of my momma's heart always get a bit nervous walking into a 
super-super-high-tech children's hopsital.  
with MY child.  
seeing bald babies pulled in wagons, 
I hold Grant's hand a bit tighter, pray a bit harder, and walk to the doctor's office a bit faster.

We've really had a great two months with him.
The NSAID is working!
The fatigue is almost completely gone.
He's only complained of leg pain on a couple of occassions 
{when we've accidentally missed one of the three-times-daily doses, or when it's raining}
And there's been very little swelling in his knees.

As I tell the doctor all of this, I pray for good news.

And, as always, I pray for Grant's heart to be protected.
Physically. Emotionally.
Spiritually.


One.




When I was in Africa last winter, I was so incredibly overwhelmed at the need.  
So many orphans.  So much poverty.  So much injustice. 

What could I do?  What difference could one person make?

Well, I came to the conclusion after just 2 weeks in Africa: a lot.

To the one little boy that had been dropped off at the orphanage by his father that couldn't care for him, I could make a big difference. 
I could hold him, and tell him that I loved him and that Jesus did too.
I could show him, for the first time in his life, the love of a mother, if even for just a few days.
I could rub his cheek and dry his tears, and sing and play and clap.

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To the precious 11 year old boy that had been strangled by his step-mom, I could talk with him, show him how to mold things with play-doh for the first time ever, build with legos.
I could tell him that his life is valuable.

To the 15-year-old girl dying of AIDS, I could hang out with her for the day, doing teenage-girly stuff like painting nails and doing hair and fixing her sewing machine.
Helping her feel like a typical teenage girl for just a day.

I couldn't make a difference for millions, but I could make a difference for one.
Although the need is still overwhelming, I've decided that not acting because of the need being so great decreases the value of an individual life.  

Sure, I probably can't make a difference for millions of orphans, but
I CAN make a difference for ONE.  

Whether it's an orphaned child in Sub-Saharan Africa or the elderly woman at church who could use loaf of banana bread and an afternoon visit, ONE person can be reached.
One life at a time, I can help.

WE can  help.




Siblings.




My Heart. 
Walking around on 4 cute little legs.


grant owen. {4 1/2}       grace abigail. {2}

More than Soccer




Grant.


{my favorite four-year-old}.

He takes a weekly soccer class that he loves.
{loooooooves!}

He loves to kick and run and throw and run some more and then run some more!
{Mommy watch this I'm going to run sooo fast even faster than Coach Ben!}



Today was the last day of the spring session, 
and at the end of the class Coach Ben spoke with me.
He recommended Grant move up into the 
{invitation only!}
advanced 4 year old soccer class.

Yes, I know it's "just" a 4-year-old soccer class.
But, this is my sweet, sweet four-year-old.

My sweet child who, just five months ago, was lying on the couch complaining his legs hurt.
all.day.long.

Who woke up in the morning shuffling like an 80-year-old man.

Who started to refuse to walk his legs hurt him so badly.



 In my original post about Grant, I said we were praying that if juvenile rheumatoid arthritis were indeed the diagnosis, the Lord would protect him.

Five months later, he's kicking and throwing and running!
{Willingly, happily, and, apparently, well!}

My momma heart is happy tonight,
and I'm praising our Sovereign Lord for His protection over Grant and His provision for Grant's medical care.


And I'm going to keep on praying so that, Lord willing, 
Grant can keep on kicking and running.
{maybe, someday, even faster than Coach Ben!}.








3 Hours. 3 Dollars.




Friends!
Meet Anika. 


 



She's just adorable, isn't she??

She is orphan in Eastern Europe.

But, through God's divine plan, she has found her forever family.
And her forever family is headed to meet her soon!

Can you imagine?  
This sweet, sweet girl, living with no parents, in potentially heart-wrenching institutional conditions, is going to MEET her mommy and daddy for the very first time very, very soon!

Would you be a part of her journey home?
My friend Love, who the Lord used to lead me to Africa, found out about Anika and Love is now trying to help get her home.


Love is asking all of us to give $3.

That's it. Seriously! 
three bucks.
That's cheaper than my Starbucks order!

Would you consider giving the $3 to Anika's fund?
Think of all the ways you could spend three dollars.
Would you consider being a part of helping an orphan find her family?
To help her family GET HER HOME?
It may not feel like a lot, but it every.single.dollar. adds.up. 

When you click on the link under Anika's photo above, there is a paypal link.
May seem so insignificant, but this is truly life-changing for this orphan.

three dollars.  click now!

And then go to Love's blog and leave a comment, where you'll be entered to win a super, super cute purse.

AND 

come back to HERE and leave a comment that you donated your three dollars to
Anika's forever family,
and I will pick a random person to win a super cute African beaded bracelet.
Donate by midnight Sunday night (central time) for your entry here.



Orphan care is so, so close to my heart.   Will you join me?

Memorial Day




Thank-you.

It does not seem enough for all of the men and women who have served our country.
Who have gone overseas.
Who have endured so much training.
Who have witnessed horrors unspeakable.
Who have left brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, wives, children at home.

Who have risked their lives.

So that we can live in a country that lets my husband freely go to work.
Work in a Bible-believing church.

So that we can live in a country where we can pray openly.
without fear of governmental intervention.

Where we can simply live our lives - our very blessed lives.
With our own brothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, and children.

But, on this beautiful, hot Memorial Day.
I DO say thank-you. 
To all of our past and present military.

And on a very personal level,
thank-you to my own dad.

Thank-you for serving in a war that wasn't applauded in  the homeland.
thank-you for your bravery, courage, and service.

I have always, always been proud that you are a veteran.
And always, always will be.

My dad and myself. Easter 2011