Remember to Praise and Admire

“Everyone needs a little correction and accountability from time-to-time, but constant “fixing” can tear down a home from the inside-out. If we want to grow a healthy plant, we certainly are not going to prune it down to the root, or drown it with too much water. No, there are times when we must very carefully bind up its tender shoots, and set it on the windowsill so that it can soak up some much needed sun-light, and their are times when we simply sit back to admire it.” ~ Sherry Hayes, Large Family Mothering

This post from Large Family Mothering meant so much to me. I’m in a period of mothering where it seems like all I do is instruct, train, rebuke, correct, point out errors, and repeat myself over and over and over again. I get tired of the sound of my own voice. This post from Sherry Hayes reminded me that this is normal and necessary, but we have to strive for balance.

I like what she said of the plant, “there are times when we simply sit back and admire it.” There are those precious times when I see my children with wonder and amazement and focus on how absolutely wonderful they are! Their good character qualities, and strengths far outweigh any areas where growth and progress is in the works. God reminds me…Psalm 109:27, That they may know that this is Thy hand; that Thou, Lord, hast done it. These moments remind me how marvelous God is. It also furtherr engrains into me the truth that parenting is good work! It is Eternal work! Every effort, every sacrifice is well worth it!

Seeing God in my children fills me with joy! I love to see them helping at home doing their Family Team Chores. I love to see them doing their best in school. I love to see them serving, and working beside a teacher at church, or teaching the little ones’ Sunday School class. I love to see them washing dishes, collecting trash, wiping tables, or sweeping after a church fellowship, or at friend’s or family’s house. I love to see them help their little sister pick out clothes, fix their hair or find a shoe. I love to see them ask someone if they know Jesus. I love to see them read, write, develop their own thoughts on things. I love to see them play their instrument in the school band, write a little song on the piano, sing in our church choir and sing in their school choir. I love to see them laughing, playing and joking with each other and with their friends. I love to see them standing up for good and right. I love to see them defer to others, and practice *J.O.Y…all reminders that the joy of the Lord is our strength! He alone is good.

My human nature struggles, and forgets. My focus can lean heavy on the side of seeing everything that needs corrected. All the good and praiseworthy is easily hidden by a dark cloud of negativity. In training children there is a time to rebuke and correct. There is a time to cheer and to praise. And there is a time to bask in the glory and blessing that comes from much loving care and nurture. I want to be attentive to the good, sweet balance of all three. All three are vital to growing healthy children! God’s way is the only way!

Walking with Jesus,

*J.O.Y. = Jesus first, then Others, then You!

Also, a link you might enjoy…Merry Christmas!
The Central Indiana Homeschool Choir

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20121221-162238.jpg I apologize for my picture quality of our girls’ Christmas Concert. Unfortunately, I had forgotten my nice camera at home.

What Not to Say

Since we are the parents of 8 beautiful children who by God’s grace have been born to us by adoption we have experienced a lot of comments, questions and curiosity. We do have a core group of close loved ones that we open up to if we choose to. But, not everyone needs to know our children’s private history. It belongs to them.

When I find myself in any new situation, if at all possible I would feel more comfortable if I could learn things that I otherwise would have no way of knowing. How about you? Well, when folks meet us they typically have lots of questions buzzing through their minds. I personally love to meet and get to know other adoptive families, but through living it, I have learned to be respectful with my communication. I want to respect them, each of their children, their family unity and everyone’s privacy.

Therefore, I thought it would be a blessing to you if I shared some things from my very personal perspective as an adoptive and former foster mother. I pray that these tips will be taken to heart in the sweet spirit in which they are given. I know with all my heart that most people do not mean to be offensive in any way. I want to share some things that have been said to us over the years that are awkward, or uncomfortable, or embarrassing and at times a tinge hurtful to us or our children. Please, know we understand that most folks are only curious and most also are simply accustom to terms that are “old-school”, but are not necessarily appropriate. So, here goes.

What not to say and my response:

I thought they all belonged to you. Or…Are they all yours now?

“They do all belong to us!”

“Each one of our children became ours the instant we found out they were coming home!”

Praise God, HE is the One Who created our family; not a court, a judge, the paperwork or any of the legal documents. Of course, we are VERY grateful for the judicial system that legally seals and protects our family. It’s just that we became a family long before any papers were signed or any of the final court dates took place.

Which ones are sisters? Or…Which ones came together?

“They are all sisters!”

Many of our children lived through much heartache and trials before they arrived at varying stages in their young lives. As a family we have overcome many challenges that I’d say typically exceed the challenges most families face. Our daughters have bonded and connected and are building lives together beautifully as sisters forever. We do indeed, privately at home, respect their biological heritage and celebrate the highlights of their history. But, just so you know, it is truly a great blessing when others look at us and revere us for who we are…a whole family unit bonded by God’s great love! So, please, especially in front of our girls, please don’t ask which ones are sisters and please don’t ask me to line them up in their biological groups. (Yes, it has happened to us.)

Where is their real mom?

I hear the term “real mom” all the time. “I am their real mom!” I am not a fake, a stand-in, imposter, and I am soooo not pretending. Think about it. The opposite of “real” is unreal, not real, faux. I am real. I am here everyday, 24/7, all Mommy through and through with my whole entire heart giving my absolute all to my children forever and always and no matter what. Please know I want only to help all adoptive parents and families and loved ones and friends by being completely honest here. If I’m bold I would say that I resent (not in a bitter sort of way, it is just hurtful) that still today so many think that because we did not have the awesome privilege of physically carrying (or for all you everyday real Dads out there…biologically parenting) our children that we are not the “real mom”. Foster parents and adoptive parents do everything past birth that a biological parent does. Everything! We are real parents. :-)

Do they know their birthmom?

“Respectfully, that is private.”

Do you or any of the kids see or talk to their parents?

You mean birth parents? “Respectfully, that is private.”

Why were they taken away?

“Respectfully, that is private.

Why did their parents give them up? I can’t imagine how anyone could give up a beautiful child like that!?

When birthparents courageously choose to put their whole heart and will into making the best decisions they possibly can for their child it is out of selfless, unconditional love. Not everyone is ready to parent. Not everyone feels they can give what their child needs or deserves. I have the privilege of knowing this first hand through the friendship I have with one birth mom . She is a precious, dear friend of mine. She possesses character qualities that I have not seen in many other human beings. Her sacrifice is a picture of pure, courageous love. You can find more of our story here.

Please, put yourself in their place. Imagine what they must be going through and how they must feel. Please, be respectful of all birthparents who are only doing the best they know how to do. Be so grateful that they did ultimately choose to give their baby life! Praise and glory to God! And, by all means, introduce them to your Jesus!

In closing, regrettably, I have not always known exactly how to respond to all the questions and comments that have come our way, but I am getting better at it. Oftentimes I have been frozen in disbelief, wishing I had the perfect, polite, yet steadfast thing to say. I’m learning, too. Mostly I am learning that just because someone wants to know something doesn’t mean they should. It is not always in my child’s best interest and that is the most important reason of all.

Anyone who knows me knows how much I love to talk about adoption and share the many beautiful miracles God has performed in our family. Those very, very close to me know that I also share personal trials and struggles along the way. I, in no way, want to discourage great discussions and sharing about adoption or foster parenting. I only wish to encourage each one of us to think of others before we speak, *esteeming others better than ourselves.

What I am saying is, please, do not stop asking me adoption questions! Please, do not hesitate to strike up a conversation with me about the wonders of adoption or our amazing family that we completely love and adore!

I love you all for listening. God bless each of you as you foster, adopt, consider adopting or fostering a child, and as you find ways to love, support, encourage and pray for foster and adoptive families all over the world!!!

Walking with Jesus…Growing in grace,

*For more great advice on this topic you’ll want to visit my friend, Instant Mama.

*Philippians 2:3-4
Let nothing be done through strife or vainglory;
but in lowliness of mind let each esteem other better than themselves.
Look not every man on his own things,
but every man also on the things of others.

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Everything is sacred

I know these pictures are from this past Valentines Day, but I’ve been concentrating so strongly this Christmas time about how much we love each other, and how grateful we are to God for our family. We are so blessed with a husband and Daddy who loves us so well and faithfully works so diligently to provide for us. We worship and adore the Lord for time HE gives to us to be together, for allowing Mr. Wonderful and I to be a mother and father, for ten healthy bodies, a lovely home, precious extended family, a wonderful church, His Holy Word and for the desire and the hope HE has given us to love and accept more blessings into our family.

We have so many, many reasons to celebrate, appreciate, and praise. These pictures just speak to that so nicely. Doesn’t God want us to celebrate the gift of one another and in that celebration HE is glorified? HE is praised. HE is WORSHIPPED. HE is celebrated, too! Everyday life is sacred. Everything we do, an opportunity to worship God.

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“To a man who lives unto God nothing is secular, everything is sacred.

He puts on his workday garment and it is a vestment to him.

He sits down to his meal and it is a sacrament.

He goes forth to his labor, and therein exercises the office of the priesthood. His breath is incense and his life a sacrifice.

He sleeps on the bosom of God, and lives and moves in the divine presence.

To draw a hard and fast line and say, “This is sacred and this is secular,” is, to my mind, diametrically opposed to the teaching of Christ and the spirit of the gospel…

Peter saw a sheet let down from heaven in which were all manner of beasts and four-footed creatures, which he was bidden to kill and eat, and when he refused because they were unclean, he was rebuked by a voice from heaven, saying, “What God hath cleansed that call not thou common” [Acts 10:15; 11:9].

The Lord hath cleansed your houses, he has cleansed your bed chambers, your tables… He has made the common pots and pans of your kitchens to be as the bowls before the altar –

if you know what you are and live according to your high calling.

You housemaids, you cooks, you nurses, you ploughmen, you housewives, you traders, you sailors, your labor is holy if you serve the Lord Christ in it, by living unto Him as you ought to live.

The sacred has absorbed the secular.”

~ Spurgeon

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Happy Gratitude to You and a very, Merry Christmas, too!

I Can’t Get Over How Fast Children Grow

“The days are long, but the years are short.”

Have you heard that phrase before? It’s so true, isn’t it? It seems to be especially true for Mommies. I don’t know about you all, but I sure do get all tangled up in our days so much sometimes that I can completely lose sight of how fast my children are growing up. (yeah, today might have been one of those days)

I don’t like that. But still, I can’t seem to just overcome it. I tend to get worked up over the lesser things, make a mountain out of a mole hill, make a big deal out of stuff that doesn’t even matter, you know, in light of Eternity and all. I guess it’s normal for Moms to do that, right?

The thing is, I have known deep sorrow, grief, and loss. I’ve buried a child! You would think I would be a Mother who never, ever takes a single moment for granted…ever. You would think that I would remember to appreciate everything. But, alas, I still forget. Do you Moms forget, too? Do you also get wrapped up in the daily tasks and troubles and forget to look Up?

How do I just. stop. And breathe… Re-align my perspective… Stop sweating the small stuff… Deliberately soak it all in as the happy moments, and even the not-so-happy moments roll? How do you all do that?

I read a biography on Susannah Wesley. I read that whenever her day became rough she would stop and throw her apron up over her head and pray. Hiding her face in her apron was her on-the-spot prayer closet. Run to Jesus first of all is answer #1. That takes constant discipline. Doesn’t every good habit? Practice, practice, practice until it remains the most natural thing to do?

Ann Voskamp’s writes this blog, A Holy Experience,and she is the author of “One Thousand Gifts: The Dare to Live Fully Right Where You Are”. She keeps a notebook with a list of blessings that she takes notice of all day long. From the tiniest, least noticed gifts to the biggest, most obvious ones, she stops and jots them right down. I have started my own list a couple of times. Why did I stop? I think I should try again.

So, each time the thunder rolls around here (and with a family of ten, that is a lot of thunder!) I pray I remember to stop and look at Jesus immediately. He will convict me and correct me when I am the problem. He will calm me when I’m tempted to get worked up. He will speak through me so I can help my children. Whatever I need, He has always been here for me when I call. Always. Through any trial or trouble. It’s so good to remember that!

I love the Lord, because He hath heard
my voice and my supplications.
Because He hath inclined His ear unto me,
therefore will I call upon Him as long as I live.
~Psalm 116:1-2

Look at how my sweet babies have grown…

Lauren & Carly, at age 9 & 10…

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In this pic: Brenna (6), Olivia (5), Brooke (4) & Kimmy (3)
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here Haley & Cara are ages 6 & 7 and upside down! Haha!
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Oh my goodness, here our little cuties, Kimmy and Brooke are practically babies. I think they are only 2 & 3 years old in this picture. Sweet little monkeys.
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Here I am with all my sweet blessings at my brother’s wedding in 2009.
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Walking with Jesus,