Father Abraham

It is amazing how many times over the last couple of weeks God has brought to my attention the story of Abraham.  Abraham was prepared to let go of both of his sons, Ishmael and Isaac.   I can only imagine that one night before Abraham walked Isaac up that mountain prepared to sacrifice him.  I think it's probably a safe bet that Father Abraham didn't sleep much that night, but rather he probably wrestled with God regarding God's promise of Isaac.  Abraham also probably had many more nights of wrestling and wondering before and after Ishmael left his home.  But God was gracious enough to give Abraham assurance that He still held a promise for Ishmael and later on in Genesis 21, we see that God sent an angel to help provide for Ishmael and his mother. 
These accounts from the life of Abraham kept popping up and honestly one morning I had had enough.   I went running and I guess I was trying to run from God's reminders to be prepared to say goodbye to sweet baby B.  But I know I can't run from God, and along the way I grew thankful for His comfort given from His word. 
I am comforted that God provided for both Ishmael and Isaac.  Yes, Abraham had to say give up Ishmael, but God did not give up on Ishmael.  Although Abraham was prepared to sacrifice Isaac, God provided a ram so that Isaac could live.  I still may not be sure if baby B will be one we say goodbye to or if God will step in right at the perfect moment and allow him to stay with us, but I do know that God was in control of both situations and took care of both boys.  Just like He will take care of our baby boy. 

Positions

Due to both nature and nurture, I am a sports fan.  I am probably passing this down to the kids as we are involved in numerous sports and teams.  Some of my friends may see this as a waste of time or something that lacks any spiritual depth, but I have to disagree.  Maybe because I can speak the sports language, I refer to the field or court a lot when discussing spiritual things with the kids.
Just this past weekend, I was thinking a lot about positions on the soccer field.  Both kids play soccer and are learning the importance of playing and sticking to your assigned position.  This has been tough for Kailee because this season her team has lost some players and is sharing a couple players with another team.  So in practice Kailee is playing one position (striker), but in the games she is not playing striker; she is playing various other positions.  This has led to numerous times when the coach is yelling for her to get back in position, her current position-not the one she is comfortable playing.
Benjamin also has a position he is most comfortable playing.  His comfort level is not based on practice time, however.  He simply wants to play defense because he is worried the other team will score if he is not back there to help defend his goal.  We have talked to Benjamin about his need to be flexible and play the position that helps his team the most, rather than the one he really wants to play.
This got me to thinking about positions and where God places us.  Often God seems to put us in positions where we may not be the most comfortable.  Whether it is due to having more experience in certain areas or being fearful of situations, we all have a place we would rather God not place us because we just won't be comfortable there.  We think it might be too much work, or it may demand too much of us.  We are afraid we might fail, so we don't even want to try.  But God knows what is best for His team, and we need to think in terms of His team rather than what is best for me.  I know that the position God might place our family in, the loss of another foster child, is not one we are comfortable with.  However, God can give us His comfort and His peace and somehow use this position to grow us into better team members as we press on in this "game" in which He has already won the victory for us!

Mornings and Music

Lest you think I am falling apart over here, I can reassure you that I am not.  I am experiencing that peace of God that passes understanding because the situation is still the same - waiting mode.  But two small things are making big differences.
First, my mornings are getting a makeover.  I am not a morning person and can easily sleep in until noon.   I have also passed on this gift to Kailee.  But lately I've felt that maybe it's not so much of a gift as I thought since I'm sleeping a lot of my time away; time that is quiet and undisturbed.  So I began reading and following the advice in Early to Rise by Andy Traub.  So far, it is making a huge impact on my day and my attitude throughout.  I don't feel like I start off the day already behind and I am having wonderful time in the mornings with God that gives me the greatest jumpstart to whatever our day holds.
Second, our music has also been upgraded.  Air One radio is now on in the Metroplex, and the kids and I are enjoying the upbeat tempo and upbeat message.  Turning off the political talk (my usual go to station) and turning on music that is constantly helping me fix my eyes on Jesus has helped me sense God's peace throughout the day.

Now that my two commercials are done, I have to share what God showed me this morning.  I am reading through Exodus and using The Message Bible to change it up.  In Exodus 6 Moses is peppering God with excuses and questions as to why he certainly could not be God's man to lead the Israelites out of slavery.  Sounds a lot like me and all my questions and excuses to God about how He should not allow this baby to leave our home.  Verse 30 states that Moses said, "Look at me," when explaining to God how he was not cut out for God's plan.  But then in the next verse (Exodus 7:1), God replies with "Look at me," and all that He could and would do despite Moses and his hangups.  So instead of looking at myself and my situation and all the questions and concerns I have about it, I need to keep looking to God and who He is and what He can and will do to work out His perfect plan for our family, including baby.  My new mornings and music are helping me Look at Him even more.

In the still of the night

Can you hear it?  You must be able to because it feels like my heart is pounding so loudly that all could hear. With every beat, another question is hurled up at God.  Like an automatic rifle, just an endless barrage of "What about this God" and "It's not fair" thoughts my mind shoots off at His throne.  And like Job, I don't hear an answer.  I hear the answers of Scripture assuring me of the promises of God, but I guess right now that is not the answer my heart wants to hear.  I want to hear that this sweet baby can stay and we will not lose him to a home where I am not confident of his safety.  
The last time I heard this pounding, this anxious heart of mine, was when I was losing another life, a life I had not even met.  I remember the nights when it was so quiet and my mind felt like it was shouting.  God did carry me through that time of loss, and I know that He will do the same now.  That doesn't mean the hurt will go away or I will sleep peacefully over the next month as we wait yet again to see if this sweet baby we have poured our love into will remain with us.  But I know that in each moment, whether it feels true in the moment or not, God's heart pounds with love for me and somehow He is working out His perfect will in the life of my family. 

Philippians 1:6  I am sure of this, that He who started a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus. 

Ponder

Over the summer, Kailee and Benjamin participated in a summer creative arts camp at church.  They had a blast being a part of a musical titled "The Real King and I."  It was a really neat story about the search for the real king using different songs from kingly musicals.  Kailee was part of the Oz Court that sang and danced to "One Short Day" from "Wicked," and Benjamin was the Prince of Siam in the "March of the Siamese Children" from "The King and I."

During one of the first rehearsals, I was sitting in the back holding our little foster baby.  He was really little and just about the right size for a baby Jesus.  You see the play ends at the manger because the real King is the one who you would least expect, born in a stable, not a grand palace.  This closing scene needed a real baby, not just a doll, and we were asked if our little "B" would be able to do play the role.  We were happy to help out (also didn't hurt that they told us we could sit at the front during the show- you should see the line parents wait in to get a seat).

It was the first time that I saw them rehearse the scene, that I knew I was going to have a hard time keeping it together.  Tears just kept welling up and during the various rehearsals I began to think about why this was so moving to me.  And then I thought about Mary, mother of baby Jesus, and how the Bible says she "pondered these things in her heart."  I got it.  I understood how she must be amazed at this baby that God brought into their lives.  She must have wondered at God's plan and what He was going to do with the life of His Son.  I too wonder at this beautiful baby that God has brought into our home and I wonder what God's plan for him is.  At the time of the show, we really had no idea, but now it is looking like he might leave.  And again I am reminded that fostering is HARD.

As foster families, we know that the children we care for are not ours, but yet in some since they are because we give them all of ourselves.  We don't know what God has planned for them.  How long will they be in our home?  Will this one be one we adopt?   I pondered these things as I saw a sweet baby portraying baby Jesus.  I still ponder them as I hold him and sing to him and he smiles back.  Just as Mary did not know all the details of God's plan for Jesus, she was faithful to be his mother for the time that God allowed.  I will do the same, trusting God's plan for sweet baby "B" because God's plan for Jesus was the most perfectly wonderful plan for the world.   How could I not trust Him with this baby as well.

Tongue Depressors and Tape

Oh my!  When I log in, I am shocked by how long it's been since my last post.  

Life was slower in February.  After the little boys left, we adjusted to a simpler life with just the big kids and their activities.  Both Kailee's and Benjamin's soccer teams won their championships. 

They then moved on to softball and baseball season which was fun but always much warmer than soccer season.  We finished up our school year by putting together a lapbook about the history of America.  That was a lot of fun and a nice way to wrap up two years of school.  I even had time to start sewing a duvet cover for our new master bed.

Life seemed easy.  I knew I shouldn't complain about the slowness and easiness of it because that can change in a second.  But I also knew I had extra time on my hands, so I went ahead and took a step on my own and said "yes" to helping out with VBS at church.  They needed help and I thought I had the time.  Then the first phone call to do respite for a newborn.  Okay, God I can still do VBS I thought.  Then while caring for the baby, we got another phone call to take placement of an ittybitty baby and possibly his big sister.  Well, that is when life got busy for forty-eight hours.  I now have a new empathy for moms of twins.  We all survived that couple of days and were really enjoying the cuddles with our new placement.
We had put a vacation on hold waiting to hear when big sister might come and once we realized that would take longer than originally thought, we decided to go ahead with our yearly trip to Arizona to visit my parents.  At the last second, we found respite for our foster baby and we were on our way.
I was looking forward to catching up on sleep after caring for newborns for four weeks and we all just wanted to relax and have a good time with the family.
What better way to have fun than drive a few golf balls after dinner or so I thought.  The kids were begging to have their own turns, so I saved the last two balls for them, one each.  As the sun was going down, there was just enough light to attempt to show Benjamin how to hold the club.  I just wasn't fast enough for his "let's just do it now" speed and whack, my face was in the wrong place at the wrong time.  This was a week and a half ago.  Amazing how quickly plans change.  But as I look back, it's amazing how God has directed every detail of this whole situation.
As we were racing off to the ER in the pouring rain, I kept thinking through my tears and pain, "Why didn't you warn me God.  Why didn't you just prompt me to duck or move?"  I was confused why He would allow this to happen, not just to me, but to Benjamin (my little-big worrier) as well.  A fractured zygoma was the diagnosis which sounds simple enough, but my deformed face looked worse.  Instructions to find a specialist when we returned to Dallas seemed simple enough, but this season of our life is not about simplicity I guess.  The surgeon had to back out because there was no room in the OR for my little zygomatic arch.  That started the race to find a new surgeon who could fix my broken face and fast because the bone was already starting to heal in the wrong position.
I remember waiting in the parking lot since I had arrived early.  It had been the first time I felt alone since the accident, just me and God.  I didn't question him any more, but just pleaded with Him to do what needed to be done so that I could be healed.  I even asked Him to have someone cancel so they can fit me in the schedule.  Then all of a sudden I felt like He was saying, "Get out of the van now."  So I got out and walked into the building at the same time as another lady who had scrubs on.  Wouldn't you know that she worked for this doctor and we got to chat on our way up.  I remember thanking God for the chance to meet her so that I wasn't just another patient to them.  Then more good news for me, a doctor who knew she had to squeeze me in the very next day and then I heard the assistant say, "Somebody just cancelled. That will work."  Oh how wonderful God is!  I drove home in tears of praise that He would answer my prayers so specifically.
Now looking back, instead of questioning why He allowed this to happen, I am thankful for how He has directed all the moments of this whole situation.  The golf club landed perfectly between my eye and my ear; neither was damaged.  The bone was not shattered nor was my cheekbone damaged which would have been a more difficult repair.   I was led to the right doctor at just the right time.  My mom was able to come back with us and help out SO MUCH!  Ozzie has been able to take the time here and there off work after a whole week off to get me where I needed to be.  And I am thankful for tongue depressors and tape.  You know you can't put a cast on a broken face.  But you can tape two tongue depressors on the side of your face to create a buffer zone.  Who knew that God can use such simple everyday objects in such a neat way!

One Week Later

It has been a week since the boys left. A week that in some ways feels longer as I quickly adjust to a simpler, easier life and in others it feels like they were just here as I find another hidden toy. Things didn't work out the way we had wanted and we were shocked by the outcome. Reality sets in on us a little more each day that they are gone. Benjamin asked if we will ever see them again and accepted the sad reality that we probably won't. I can talk about them now without breaking down in tears. But I am still struggling with praying for them. I can pray for their safety, but part of me wants to pray that they are really unhappy and fussy and that this family member will realize they are in way over their head and just give them back to us. Then the "Godly" side of me says how selfish that is that I should be praying that the boys are happy and have adjusted to a new mommy. Then I get tired of this internal battle in my mind and simply pray that God would just do His will in their lives and ours.

Tonight we were singing a song in church and the chorus said "May Your name be lifted higher, be lifted higher, be lifted higher." That is when I realized that is what I want out of all this hurt, this mess, this anger, confusion, quieter house, simpler life....I want the name of Jesus Christ to be lifted higher. I want to say to people I don't know how we do it other than the grace of God. I want my kids to look back on this experience and see how God was faithful after all even though we couldn't see it and feel it at the moment. I want my Savior to shine brighter than the sun through the dark clouds of hurt and loss. I want His name to be lifted higher.

Waiting: Fear and Faith

A little over a year ago I wrote about waiting. We were waiting for a foster placement. Now we find ourselves again waiting. We have two precious children we are currently caring for and we are waiting to find out where they will be permanently placed (ours being one of the homes considered). In the midst of the waiting, two words keep coming to mind: fear and faith.

Fear first popped up on Kailee's face one morning a couple months ago. My beautiful late sleeper woke up to find that the little ones were not here. I told her that they were already gone and that is when I saw it - fear. It was written all over her face. She thought I meant they were gone forever, but she had forgotten and I wasn't specific that they had already left for their visitation that was scheduled that morning.

I also see and hear fear reflected in the precious face of one of the boys. Fear calls out in the middle of the night often. The fears of going hungry, of losing another Mommy disguise themselves in the cries of his voice. The other night I closed the door to a steamy bathroom so that the cold would not sneak in. The fear that I was rejecting him and keeping him away from me was clear in his panicked face.

Then there is my fear that if we lose them what will happen? Will they be OK? Will Kailee and Benjamin be OK going through that loss? Will we be OK and will it have been worth it just for them to be torn away from another home? Fear = lots of questions without answers.

That is where Faith comes in. My faith sustains me where my fears leave me off. Faith tells me that God will grant me and my family the comfort and peace in the midst of painful loss. Faith tells me that God's plan for these boys is more important and ultimately greater than my desires for them. Faith tells me that my God is not a God of impossible and that He can work His good even in a situation that I don't think would be a good place for them. Faith is what has to answer my children's questions about our future with these boys. Faith is what these boys have to have when they are not sure if they can trust my words that I will be here in the morning when they wake up and that Mommy is still there even though I can't see her in the middle of the night.

Now faith is the reality of what is hoped for, the proof of what is not seen. Hebrews 11:1

As long as we live on this earth, we will be waiting for something. Something to happen, something to stop, someone to come along, someone to leave. In the waiting there will be fear. But at what point do we move from the fear to faith?

Mark 4:35-41

35 On that day, when evening had come, He told them, “Let’s cross over to the other side of the sea.” 36 So they left the crowd and took Him along since He was already in the boat. And other boats were with Him. 37 A fierce windstorm arose, and the waves were breaking over the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped. 38 But He was in the stern, sleeping on the cushion. So they woke Him up and said to Him, “Teacher! Don’t You care that we’re going to die?”

39 He got up, rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Silence! Be still!” The wind ceased, and there was a great calm.40 Then He said to them, “Why are you fearful? Do you still have no faith?”

41 And they were terrified and asked one another, “Who then is this? Even the wind and the sea obey Him!”

Christmas 2011

We had a relaxing Christmas at home this year. We still had our two special little ones with us, so it was extra special with extra presents and assembly required. As the kids grow older and have now discovered the true meaning of Santa and Christmas, we enjoy this day together even more.

Big Kids and Little Kids

Well we have not fallen off the face of the earth. We have welcomed two little ones into our home and that keeps us busy. Since the last post, the big kids, Kailee and Benjamin have had birthdays. We had a blast hosting a Jedi Party for Benjamin's 7th birthday and a make your own stuffed animal party for Kailee's 9th! Here are some pics from both.

We didn't get pictures of all the things we did for Benjamin's party - it was a lot of work, but the boys had fun. Kailee's party was much easier and a good way to end that very busy weekend in November. I can't believe that another year of their lives has passed. What a joy and a blessing they are!

Lesson #2

So on to what happened this weekend. And if you guessed that it involved soccer than you know our family well because we are in that season of the year.
Sweet P Kailee taught me another lesson this past weekend. In my play by play typing voice....Kailee was fighting for control of the ball when she was kneed in the thigh. She could hardly put weight on her right leg, her kicking leg, for several seconds (mom voice- it felt like so much longer). She slowly started to try and walk it off as the game went on around her (mom voice again- I know she is tough, but I could see the pain on her face as the seconds, seemed like minutes, go by). Other parents have noticed that she is in pain and cannot run; we need her to run. It's a tough game and she is counted on to be a good offense player, but she is still not able to keep up. Then I hear some parents yelling for her to be taken out of the game. The yelling becomes louder as I am thinking to myself (okay yelling back in my own mind) that she's almost there, she's trying her hardest to shake it off and keep going. Finally the coaches hear some people are frantically yelling at them, and they ask Kailee if she is OK and get ready to sub her out. But my tough little Sweet P says she is fine; she wants to keep on playing. I am thinking to myself,
Oh no, she better really be OK or some of these parents are going to lose it if we lose because she can't keep up. Then within a minute, Kailee gets a great pass from her teammate and kicks it with her hurting leg and, in my best soccer announcer voice now, GOOOOOOOAL!!!!
My mommy voice wanted to roar out that's my girl; I knew she was tough, but God thankfully kept me firmly seated in my chair. Really I was holding the tears in I was so proud of her for pushing through the pain and seeing it pay off (also thinking boy I'm glad I have sunglasses because I would embarrass her if she saw me crying).
God used this to remind me of the times in life when we fall down or mess up and get hurt. It feels as if people are screaming for us to get off the field and give up. But God is there with His promise that we can do all things through Him who gives us strength. Am I listening more to people's opinions, which can seem so much louder, or am I listening to Him who truly knows what I am capable of? He knows the best because He made me and He strengthens me in my weakness to do His will.
In this game, there was the pressure of losing. In life, as believers, we already know that we have the victory in Christ. So I shouldn't waste my time trying to keep everyone else happy or comfortable, but only press on to please my Lord.



"For am I now seeking the approval of man, or of God? Or am I trying to please man? If I were still trying to please man, I would not be a servant of Christ." Galatians 1:10

Lessons from my Sweet "P"

I often call Kailee my Sweet P because she is just that, a sweet little girl with a very sweet tooth. Today I was reminded of how proud I am of her and what God has taught me through her.


Lesson 1:
Earlier this summer Kailee was part of a creative arts camp at our church. She auditioned for a special singing part in the musical which was Beauty and the Beast. Our church is big, well very big compared with most other churches in the world, so she is one of many kids trying to get a special part, so she was one of about 50 kids who were given the role of "Villager." This means that the week before the camp she has to go to special practices for a couple hours a day some days the week prior to camp. I remember at one of these rehearsals the director said she was trying to block, or set, the kids up on stage so they all could be seen because she understood how each parent wanted to be able to see their kid on stage. Admittedly, this is no easy feat with that many kids and only a certain amount of stage to work with.
The day of the performance was a tough one. She could not find a piece of her costume that she had been given (supposed to be bobby pinned in her hair, but she was not given bobby pins) and was upset about not being able to find it after the dress rehearsal. And I was upset because after sitting through the dress rehearsal, I realized there was no way I was going to be able to see her on stage. She is not a push yourself up to the front kind of person, nor is she a state my case to the costume manager type of person either (although she states more than a few cases to her Mommy). But when I was able to see her singing with the choir, she was singing her little heart out.
We made it to show time and she more than willingly gave up her front row choir spot and moved to the back, and I literally did not see her but maybe but for a fleeting moment on stage. As I sat there in my seat pouting about how much time she had invested "for nothing," God reminded me that we are to do our best for Him not for others. Kailee was singing her heart out, doing her best as I had seen earlier, not so she could be the star of the show, but because she enjoys it and wants to give her best. God used her to show me the lesson of doing my best for Him and His glory, not for praise or attention from anyone else. It's about His glory, not mine, and dare I say it not even my child's.


"And don't just do the minimum that will get you by. Do your best. Work from the heart for your real Master, for God, confident that you'll get paid in full when you come into your inheritance. Keep in mind always that the ultimate Master you're serving is Christ." Colossians 3:22-24 (The Message)

Angels and Dirtbags

As summer is nearing an end (although it doesn't feel like it :-( ), I am just now getting around to posting about our spring ball players. Benjamin joined back up with his team the Dirtbags and Kailee played softball for the first time ever with the Angels.


Benjamin played pitcher for his team and was awarded the "King of the Hill" award for his outstanding defense. The Dirtbags took 2nd in their division even though most of their players were playing up an age division. We get a lot of remarks about their name which was inspired by his coach's opposing team from Long Beach St. I thought it was funny when I overheard one mom telling her son to "go be a Dirtbag," as she was encouraging him to sit with the team.
Benjamin was one of three boys selected from his team to be on the all-star team. He enjoyed the all-star game since they allowed him to try out different positions. We got a kick out of seeing him waddle up behind home plate with all the catcher gear on.





Kailee was new to the whole bat and glove concept, but she enjoyed being with her teammates most of whom are on her much loved soccer team. This was the first time Ozzie was able to assist in coaching one of her teams. She loved that, Mommy had to adjust to not being able to count on his help during games (especially when we had foster kids). Kailee played in the outfield most of the time and her batting continued to improve throughout the season. The Angels took 3rd place in the tougher division in her age group which we all thought was great considering only a couple of the girls had ever played softball before. By the time her season ended in mid-June, we were ready for a break from team sports. On to the pool!

The Next Lesson

Last week we said goodbye to our latest placement. She was a little baby who was fun to hold and a blessing to care for. We had more of a heads up as to her leaving, so that made it a little easier. God, however, was good to me again in giving me His word to sustain me in times of questioning the decision of the powers that be in the CPS system. When I would question her safety in giving her back, God comforted me with the thought of Moses' mother who had to trust her child to Pharoah. Pharoah was an Egyptian; they were considered the enemy. I'm sure she had seen the abuse her people suffered at the hand of the Egyptians, yet she obeyed God and trusted Him with her son. How could I then not trust God with this tiny baby that I had known only for a short while. I am grateful for God's comfort and assurance speaking right to my exact need.

First Quarter

Well, the first quarter of 2011 is gone before I blinked. Where did the time go for us? Most days were filled with slow mornings in our pj's, loving sweet foster kids that we were blessed to love on. We would squeeze in a couple hours of homeschool learning about the establishment of our country and the move westward. Kailee is now learning multiplication and Benjamin is a strong little reader. We joined a science center that we like to visit and even learn while we are having fun. Kailee is taking art classes and Benjamin is persevering with piano lessons. We normally take one day off each week for Mommy's sanity and the maintaining of some sort of cleanliness of our home. Throughout the week, we have some type of sports practice in the afternoon/evening that gets us rushing out the door scampering for water bottles and the right sports gear. It was an extra challenge to pack a diaper bag as well.
Saturdays were spent watching Kailee and Benjamin use the athletic ability God has given them on either a basketball court or soccer field. They each did really well and enjoyed their sports and I managed to muffle my cheering if foster-baby was in my arms. Saturday evenings you would find us at church. We love our church and our church friends. I have no idea what we would do without the support of the body of Christ. Benjamin has now joined us in the service and it is neat to worship as a family. Sundays were varied and different from slow days at home to busy on the run from this to that days.
Here are some pictures from the last 3 months.


This was the first time the kids played on basketball teams. They had fun and we have discovered a new sport to have fun with. The newly added basketball goal has been a great addition to our backyard. You will often hear Benjamin shooting hoops here and there throughout the day.







There were quite a few snow days this winter. A kind neighbor took a picture of the whole family; this is a rare shot of all 4 of us plus the dog!! Below is one of many action shots of a snowball fight that I happily offered to keep record of rather than participate in.



Dallas hosted the Superbowl and the kids and I took advantage of the opportunity to visit the NFL Experience.


We also were an official Verizon Superbowl Watching Party and enjoyed watching the Packers win. At halftime all the kids danced away and I'm sure the whole neighborhood could hear how much fun they were having.




Once the snow cleared, we thought it was warm enough for a family fishing outing. Funny thing was a cold front came in at almost the exact time we were getting out of the van to fish. We made the most of it and found a different slightly warmer spot. Memories made and no fish harmed = success??




Yet another soccer season was upon us. Benjamin decided to try his foot at it once again and on a different, much more successful team, so this has been an enjoyable season for both of them; goals made and winning games has been icing on the cake of soccer fun!


Soon baseball/softball season begins. Hopefully I'll post those pics before Labor Day!

Keeper of Comings and Goings

I know it has been a while hasn't it. Well, since I last blogged, we have had another foster placement. We were blessed with a sweet little boy who was a lot of fun and we became attached to pretty quickly. We were told that this would be a longer term placement, so we moved forward with that mindset. However, our plans and even CPS' original plans are not in control. After one month, we were surprised to find out we had one more month with him, but then the next day, he was gone.
We were sad and surprised, but trust in God's plan not only for us, but also for this little one. The day we learned that we were not chosen as his permanent home, I made myself sit down and do my Bible study. That day the passage was Psalm 121. It was verse 8 that God used to encourage me, "The LORD will keep your going out and your coming in from this time forth and forevermore." God is the Keeper of not only my coming and going, but each child that is placed with us; we just need to trust His keeping!

Late update of the latest

Well, we finally got the call we had been waiting for on Dec. 29th. It wasn't the best day to get a foster placement (chest x-ray for Benjamin for possible pneumonia), but it was a "long shot" for us to be picked so I said OK to throw our name in the mix. Well, God doesn't know the term "long shot" and we had about 3 hours to get ready to welcome two brothers into our home. The next month would be a long one filled with sleepless nights and argumentative days. Benjamin and the big brother were too close in age and just didn't mix well. This added stress made me question our decision to foster. The comfortable days with just our two kids were looking so good.

We did survive the tough times and were blessed with times of multiplied fun and laughter. We were blessed by the help of friends (we have the best friends and family ever!!) and strangers and now that they are gone, I can look back and see what God wanted to teach us in this refining fire experience.

I think we all learned a different lesson, but I am sure that one reason God placed these boys in our home was for the following....
We made it a point to read a Bible story every night before bed. The older brother was old enough to let us know he had not been to church nor had he heard any part of the Bible. While we were reading one night, he asked me "Who is God?" and that is when I realized that this placement was not about me. It was about God and being able to share who He is with some children who had never heard of Him.

We were blessed to be able to show them God's love for one month. Our prayer is that the seeds planted in their hearts will take root.

"So shall My word be that goes out from my mouth; it shall not return to me empty, but it shall accomplish that which I purpose, and shall succeed in the thing for which I sent it." Is. 55:11

Waiting...

About 4 weeks ago we became officially licensed foster parents. We were just sure it wouldn't be long until we had a new child or children in our home to pour God's love on. Well we are still waiting.

Ps. 37:7 Be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him; fret not....

Last night we were blessed again by the Christmas performance at our church. Kailee has been having so much fun and along with many, many others sacrificed a lot of time over the past few weeks to present "The Gift of Christmas" to thousands of people. At one point in the show, they is a video explaining how long the people were waiting on God to send His son. They waited for about 400 years. As I lay in bed this morning thinking, I thought about how our waiting process is just a small glimpse of waiting on God to send His child.
I can't make it happen; I must wait on God to move. The people of Israel probably thought they could make it happen, make a king for themselves, but only God would provide the true King of Kings.

Matthew 25:13 "Watch therefore, for you know neither the day nor the hour."

The agency workers keep telling us (we get calls for possible placements and our home-study is submitted, but our family has not been chosen yet) that we just need to be ready. They could call us at anytime, so I always have my phone with me checking to make sure it's on and loud enough. That made me think of if I'm putting that much thought, time, and energy on being ready for God's Son who is coming again. I don't know when I'll hear God's call with the voice of the archangel, but I know it will sound much better than my chosen song/ringtone. It will be louder (although my own ring startles me often) and so much sweeter, beyond comparison.

Colossians 4:2, 5 "Continue steadfastly in prayer, being watchful in it with thanksgiving. Conduct yourselves wisely toward outsiders, making the best use of the time."

With each phone call I receive about a child needing a home, I am given background information on the situation, sometimes the name of the child. I am blessed that at least I can pray for these kids and their hurting (oh so much hurt) situations and families. I am thankful that I can lift them up to the Father of the Fatherless. Then I am thankful that there are moments like last night's show or the kids birthday parties when I didn't have to worry about new little ones to care for.
I also have to have the house ready. At any time, we could be chosen and then the flow of case workers, lawyers, and other representatives of multiple agencies will be coming through our door. Our house can no longer look like a typical Sunday night when everything is out of place and piled up. I have to be ready making the best use of my time. 5 minutes here sweeping is better than just putting my feet up to play Scrabble on my phone. 10 minutes putting the laundry away is better than checking Facebook for the upteenth time that day. I am enjoying a neat, tidy house. But am I applying the same fervor and energy to being ready for God's call. Am I doing all I can to be prepared for His return? I know I have failed on this part. I have not given the 10 minutes to invest in a relationship that would allow me to point my neighbors or family members to the Word who became flesh and is coming again.

Isaiah 40:28, 31 "Have you not known? Have you not heard? The Lord is the everlasting God, the Creator of the ends of the earth. He does not faint or grow weary; His understanding is unsearchable...but they who WAIT FOR THE LORD shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint."

A Time for Everything - November

"For everything there is a season, and a time for every matter under heaven: a time to be born, and a time to die...." Ecclesiates 3:1-2

The month of November is always a special one for us because both kids celebrate their birthdays in November. This year their birthdays fell on extra special days, for Benjamin that was election day which was the also the special Tuesday he was born. Kailee's birthday was on Thanksgiving for the first time in her eight years of life. It was also the first time we had separate parties for them. Due to soccer and business of life, the parties were on back to back weekends. We had a lot of fun with our all -boy GI Joe party at the park and the all-girl spa sleepover. Here are some pictures of our fun.





The day after Benjamin's birthday, my dad called to say that my grandfather had passed away. He had been ill and through our sadness, we can rejoice that he is in heaven where there is no pain or sorrow. So the day after Benjamin's party the kids and I drove to Arizona for the funeral. Our trip was short as we had to a few days later so we could be home in time for Kailee's sleepover. The business of birthdays surrounding the funeral made me think of the verse above how God has made a time for everything. A time to celebrate the years we've been blessed with the precious lives of our kids and a time to mourn the passing of a dear grandfather. As we also reflect on all we are thankful for, I am most thankful for the blessing of knowing that in all seasons of life my God is in control and His love endures forever!!

September/October goings-on

Since I'm up (see previous post for explanation), I might as well update the blog. It's been over 2 months since I've posted anything. We've been busy with soccer and a new sport, flag football. We've continued on our journey of being licensed for foster care and most likely we will be official by my next post. We've been on some fun field trips with our "Polanco Homeschool." Here are some pictures we've taken this fall.



One field trip was to the Astronaut Training Center. The kids got to dress up in the heavy astronaut suits and pretend to walk on the moon. They had fun and I thought they made cute astronauts because it's all about how you look in the suit right?


Kailee was able to hold a large python at the Fort Worth Zoo much to her father's horror (he hates snakes!). Benjamin also enjoyed the climbing wall and made it to the top, but I only have a video and cannot for the life of me get those to post on here.


We were able to tour the state capitol and see Austin. It was neat for Ozzie to show us where he went to college and lived for several years. The kids were most amazed at the cool "desks" in the lecture halls and the lack of kids on campus. They kept asking if they were the only kids there. It proved to me that a college campus is kind of in a world all it's own. We also happened to wander into the English Dept. building (my major) which was very old and honestly ugly and unappealing, a regular boring college building. We later went to the Business Dept. building. There were leather couches, flat screens, cool electronics, lots of computers, etc. That is a microcosm of life. Business is where the money is. English not so much. I have to say though that English teachers helped those businesspeople get where they are today.





Kailee continued to improve on her soccer skills. She's fast and a great passer.


She also competed in her first triathlon. She did great and asks about when she can do this again. We were so proud of her especially for how well she did in the swimming which is not her area of strength.

Benjamin began his turn in the world that is known as Texas football (although his team was the Gators). He is super fast and scored a touchdown in each game. He says he enjoyed playing defense the most. It's funny to me how opposite they are with sports. She is very offensive-minded and he loves playing defense and each just comes naturally to them.


I even had time to squeeze in some time for my own athletic event. I finished my first half-marathon. We'll see how long it will be before I have time to run another.