So much has happened this week! Geoff and I had originally planned on attending an adoption conference in Durham this week. However, we were asked to meet with a girl who is needing placement so we decided to forgo our trip and meet with her. She will be placed with us this weekend and officially staying with us on Wednesday!
We have also been using the time to get the girls rooms ready. I love a good DIY and my husband is home so I thought it would be a perfect time to take down all of the popcorn ceiling in the girls rooms. The project wasn’t nearly as much work as I had originally thought. AND I had help!
Oh yea Hadley started walking this past week. She’s on the move and growing so much. I can’t believe her birthday is in ONE MONTH! This year has flown by!
The next few weeks will be chaos and busyness but I’m so excited.
Please pray for our family and the oficial transition as foster parents.
Cheers to change!
I realize that it is now March but I’ve been busy enjoying my LAST week off before going back to work. I’m sad but I feel ready to go back….I think….
Anyways here are my favorite moments from last month….
1. Hadley had her first smiles.
2. Geoff had an interview for a new job (found out he got the job today)!
3. Geoff and I had our tradition of making funfetti cake for our birthday’s.
4. Going out to breakfast for my birthday (I LOVE breakfast)
5. Getting back to running and working out
6. Staying inside during the various snowfalls
7. Going on a “fun” date to the shooting range and leaving in pure fear
8. Finishing the book, “Keep it Shut” by Karen Ehman
9. Starting the book “The Gospel of Ruth” by Carolyn Custis James
10. Hadley started sleeping through the night
11. Buying items for my cube at work in an attempt to be ready to go back to work
12. Hadley took her road trip trip to Nana and Papa’s house
and last but definitely not least
13. Starting the journey to finding my biological family
Looking forward to the memorable moments of March!
It’s Geoffs birthday today! It’s also another Sunday and that means going to church.
On Sunday’s I wake up early, shower, get ready, get breakfast and head out to church. Church is a deep breath, a warm embrace and a cold splash of water for my soul.
On the days that I think I have it all I am dunked in the cold water of truth and reminded that Christ is all I need. On these days of cold water I am thankful.
” If then you have been raised with Christ, seek the things that are above, where Christ is, seated at the right hand of God. Set your minds on things that are above, not on things that are on earth. For you have died, and your life is hidden with Christ in God. When Christ who is your life appears, then you also will appear with him in glory.” Colossians 3:1-4
Today I woke up to find many inches of snow on the ground outside. I LOVE snow! Here’s why…
1. It’s the perfect reason to stay inside binge on Netflix, drink hot coco, and snuggle on the couch.
2. I can curl up in my favorite corner chair and read a great book while watching the peaceful snowfall.
3. Make my most favorite time consuming recipe…then watch more Netflix.
4. Snow is peaceful and calm and its makes me want to slow down and appreciate the time that has been given to me.
Enjoy your snow day Hoosiers!
The past few weeks I have been reading a book called Keep It Shut by Karen Ehman. The tag line is “What to say, how to say it and when to say nothing at all. ” I’m about half way through the book and I’ve become more and more aware of how I use my words. I am more aware of how much words matter and I am totally challenged!
Sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me!
The fact is that words do hurt people. Words can be traced back to the root of most problems. Words can solve conflicts or make them worse. Words bring a whole range of emotions good or bad. With one sentence we can bring down life long friendships and “solid” marriages. We have free will and can choose to say and do what we want in this world but there are always consequences, good or bad. Sin changes everything.
Hatred stirs up conflict but love covers over all wrongs. Wisdom is found on the lips of the discerning. Proverbs 10:12-13
I am guilty of saying hurtful words to those closest to me. I find it so easy to use my hurtful words to those closest to me. My sin is seen by them and my dirty laundry can not be hidden. I can not take my words back after they have left my mouth. This new study on words has made me become more and more conscious of my attitude positive or negative and the words that coincide. I am such a chatterbox with those closest to me but find it so difficult to speak openly and freely in any other situation. I am awkward and try to fill every quiet gap with words. I can’t stand the silence. The silence must be filled with words. Luckily I live in the mid-west….?
I was challenged by this question: If those closest to me were asked which would they say more accurately describes you: a great listener or a constant chatterbox?
I am the chatterbox! I struggle to just listen. I always feel the need to insert my opinion. Someone will ask me to pray about something and I do but I first think about is how the problem could be solved. I want to talk it out and provide a solution to the problem and then pray about it. It all seems so logical….but God wants me to go to him first. He wants me to use my words and go to him. God asks me to make him bigger and myself smaller. By constantly inserting MY opinion into a situation I am constantly trying to take GOD out of the situation.
Set a guard over my mouth Lord, Keep watch over the door of my lips.
Psalm 14 1:3
I have been praying over Psalm 14 1:3. It is my hope that I will be radically changed with how I use my words. I pray for my words to encourage and to lift others up. I pray that my words will bring love to my husband and daughter and not tear them down. I pray that my words would be silent when God needs to be loud.
Before a word is on my tongue you, Lord, know it completely.
Since getting pregnant and now having Hadley I have heard so many different ridiculous words said to my pregnant self or about my baby and I do not like them..Words said without thinking. Truth is that I do the same thing. I can not take back the negative hurtful words I say. I can not unsay what has already been said. The words are already out there creating first impressions and last impressions of myself. I want my words to be gentle and kind. I want my words to make God bigger and myself smaller.
Cheers to new challenges and God changing my heart!
Before I had Hadley I was told by several co workers about crying and being emotional post baby. I did not take this seriously. I thought surely that won’t happen to me..but then it did.
I was calm when after 24 hours of trying to have a baby and I was calm when I was told I would have to undergo a C-section. I was calm during and after the c-section. I thought I was good smooth sailing, those people were crazy. But then it hit me after all the drugs wore off and I wasn’t surrounded by what felt like hundred of people and text messages. I CRIED. I cried because I didn’t know how to ask for a food menu from the nurse. I balled and cried like a 3 year old who didn’t get the last cookie.
Let me back up, I am not a person who cries much. In fact I knew that I should marry my husband because he was the first person I could cry in front of and not feel like I should hide in a corner. So crying over food menu’s was new territory for me.
Since coming home from the hospital and falling off the hormonal roller coaster I thought I was good again. But now I still find myself crying. Only now I find myself crying because I am happy. I am happier than I have ever felt in my life.
I cry because the love I feel for one small human being is completely overwhelming.
I cry because I feel so grateful to have her to snuggle her in my arms and to be her mom.
I cry because I never thought that I wanted to be a mom.
I cry because the love I feel is completely mine.
I cry because I have a very small understanding of God’s love for me as his child.
I cry because I can’t imagine the depth of God’s love to give up his one and only son, Christ, for my sins.
I cry because the idea of ever doing that in my life with my baby sounds impossible.
I cry because I am reminded of how amazing God truly is and how much he means to me.
I love being a mom. But I love being a mom because it has deepened my love and faith for life. And I love being a mom because I have learned that it’s OK to cry. And crying is a beautiful thing.