tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-42224122876074799992024-03-15T21:09:15.609-04:00My Hope is in You, Lord"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength. These commandments that I give you today are to be upon your hearts. Impress them on your children. Talk about them when you sit at home and when you walk along the road, when you lie down and when you get up." (Deu 6:5-7 NIV)Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.comBlogger361125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-89294134566849665162022-07-03T18:32:00.004-04:002022-07-03T18:32:54.790-04:00playing Chopsticks<p> </p><div class="" dir="auto"><div class="ecm0bbzt hv4rvrfc ihqw7lf3 dati1w0a" data-ad-comet-preview="message" data-ad-preview="message" id="jsc_c_dh"><div class="j83agx80 cbu4d94t ew0dbk1b irj2b8pg"><div class="qzhwtbm6 knvmm38d"><span class="d2edcug0 hpfvmrgz qv66sw1b c1et5uql lr9zc1uh a8c37x1j fe6kdd0r mau55g9w c8b282yb keod5gw0 nxhoafnm aigsh9s9 d3f4x2em iv3no6db jq4qci2q a3bd9o3v b1v8xokw oo9gr5id hzawbc8m" dir="auto"><div class="kvgmc6g5 cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I'm sick in bed (with some kind of virus, but not THAT one), binge-watching the final season of This Is Us. That part when they teach little Jack how to play chopsticks on the piano... it really got to me. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">My grandma gave each of us piano lessons (my siblings and I, as well as quite a few of my cousins). Ironically, my grandpa was once a concert pianist, but in my younh eyes he was too busy. too serious, and too impatient to play the piano with us children. Grandma loved loved loved music, and she passed that love of music on to her children and grand-children, and subsequently, great-grandkids too. Grandma also had a deep love for the Lord and for people. She was generous to a fault, always optimistic and looking on the bright side. I pray that she would be proud of the lives we are living now. </div><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;"> </div></div><div class="cxmmr5t8 oygrvhab hcukyx3x c1et5uql o9v6fnle ii04i59q"><div dir="auto" style="text-align: start;">I miss you this week, Grandma. Thank you for being an example of God's love in my life, and for being a strong prayer warrior for so many others.</div></div></span></div></div></div></div><p><img alt="What is the Ideal Hand Size for Playing the Piano? - MusicalHow.Com" class="rg_i Q4LuWd" data-atf="true" data-deferred="1" data-iml="836" height="172" 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<br />Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-48020327837126616642018-10-17T11:36:00.001-04:002018-10-17T11:37:18.156-04:00Im Back. And How YOU Can Help End Human TraffickingHey Blog World. I haven't been very active on the blog over the last year or so. Life got I'm the way, plus I forgot my password and couldn't access this account. However, now I'm back!<br />
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Modern day slavery is no joke. If you'd like to help END human trafficking, please help with a small donation. For the next 12 hours or so (there's a timer on the website) all donations will be matched x4! AND you'll get exclusive discounts and promo codes to dozens of ethical, fair-trade companies who are employing at-risk women! It's a win-win for everyone. You can choose to donate to a specific organization, or donate to "everyone" who is working together to end human trafficking.<br />
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Thanks for considering this worthy cause.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-76370933102733718712018-10-15T14:00:00.000-04:002018-10-17T11:46:36.766-04:00Pregnancy and Infant Loss1 in 4 women experience pregnancy and/or infant loss. It is a sad but true reality of our broken world.<br />
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It's been over 10 years since my own miscarriages, but I would not wish that pain and heartbreak on anyone.<br />
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Tonight there will be a "wave of light", when people all over the world light candles at 7pm local time, to honor those born too early and children gone too soon.<br />
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Today I am especially remembering 3 babies who were gone far too soon: 1. my infant brother Daniel, 2. Baby Benjamin, born still and into the arms of Jesus, and 3. Baby Amber, who went to sleep one night, and woke up in heaven.<br />
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If you or someone you love has experienced a similar loss, please don't keep your grief bottled up inside. Find support and encouragement in the fact that you are NOT alone, and remember that every life is important.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-29899856793562649602017-12-08T09:52:00.000-05:002017-12-08T09:52:58.673-05:00KindnessMy husband is a very private person. He does not like to call attention to himself. He often does nice things "in secret", as it says in Matthew 6:3-4. Today, in a situation at work, he demonstrated this very well. I am proud of him.<br />
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"<span class="text Matt-6-3" id="en-NIV-23286" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;">But when you give to the needy, do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing,</span></span><span style="background-color: white; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"> </span><span class="text Matt-6-4" id="en-NIV-23287" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;"><span class="versenum" style="box-sizing: border-box; font-family: Arial; font-size: 12px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 22px; position: relative; top: 0px; vertical-align: top;">4 </span>so that your giving may be in secret. Then your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you."</span></span><br />
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<span class="text Matt-6-4" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; background-color: white; box-sizing: border-box; font-family: "Helvetica Neue", Verdana, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px;"><span class="woj" style="-webkit-font-smoothing: antialiased; box-sizing: border-box;">Here's to all the "secret Santas" who continue to spread the message of God's abundant love and mercy, during this Christmas season and throughout the year. </span></span>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-31751292125242059682017-08-18T22:02:00.001-04:002017-08-18T22:02:11.210-04:00MarchingA 6year-old's version of current political events: this afternoon he asked if the "marching parade" (protesters) was going to go down the street past his school, and if we could be in the parade with them. I explained it wasn't a fun parade and that it might not be a safe place for young kids. When I asked what he thought they were "marching" for, he said they were "fighting for the statue of Liberty." (Liberty and freedom, perhaps?)<br />
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Sometimes I have no idea how much these kids understand, and other times I am blown away by their perspective. Sometimes I don't know what to say about our broken world. Other days I have lots of things to say but no time to write it down.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-72691132203631438912017-04-28T09:54:00.000-04:002017-12-08T10:00:02.217-05:00Exhausting little peopleRaising little people can be exhausting. Raising little people who refuse to sleep creates havoc in my life, and splinters out towards everyone else in the household. I keep telling myself to just hang on and get through to the end of the week. There is a light at the end of the tunnel.<br />
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When we got the call about our latest placement, two months ago, we told them that we could only be a short term provider for her. With her special needs, logistical issues, many many appointments, and clashing personalities, it was pretty obvious that we couldn't keep all the balls juggling in the air without a serious breakdown of our own family. We realized our limitations and voiced them to the sw, licensing worker, and case manager. The next thing we did was set a clear end date: on THIS DAY, you need to find a permanent placement for this child.<br />
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I was feeling incredibly guilty and overwhelmed. I understand the serious responsibility of being entrusted to raise another person's child. But this child wasn't "clicking" with me, with my husband, and with several of the other children in our household. We were clashing. We were frustrated. I was utterly exhausted.<br />
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I was feeling guilty because of several reasons. 1. This placement was not our first choice. We initially said "No". I was feeling guilty because I felt inadequate to meet this child's needs (plus the needs of other kids), and because moving her to a new placement would set her back, cause regression and negative behaviors, separate her ever further from siblings, and undo the progress she had began to make. 2. I didn't know where she would go. The cw had told us that NO ONE else in the county was willing to take in this child. If we were her only option, what would the alternative be? The uncertainty was weighing heavily on me. 3. I was feeling guilty that I was overwhelmed. It was difficult for me to admit my concerns and be honest with the workers about our struggles. It is NOT the child's fault that they are in care, but difficult behaviors and undiagnosed issues, and major logistic/scheduling conflicts were making it really difficult to focus necessary attention on the four other kids at home.<br />
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However, I should not have worried. Our God is bigger than any of the problems we face. All the guilt and uncertainty melted away once we found a more suitable placement for the child. Now she is in a home where she can get all the focus and attention she needs , so that she can continue to grow and thrive. And I can stay in contact and know that she is happy and healthy. Praise God, who works things out in his timing.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-57373189644778970532017-02-22T22:22:00.000-05:002017-02-22T22:22:47.295-05:00Survival modeIt's been six days since a new little person came to stay with us.<br />
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It's also been six days since I've slept through the night.<br />
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When I don't get enough sleep, I get cranky.<br />
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Tonight, after a 3-hour meeting at DSS, four different drop-off and pick-ups, and five total hours of driving all over the universe in my van full of kids.... I came to a boiling point. I had a little breakdown. I declared DONE. I put myself to bed and locked the door, and left Mike to deal with it.<br />
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And then came the guilt.<br />
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My 12yo is picking up the slack. She was cleaning up in the kitchen until an hour past her bedtime.<br />
My 8yo is constantly asking, "What can I do to help you, Mommy? Is there anything you need right now?"<br />
My 6yo is talking less and whining like a baby more. Regression?<br />
And the baby is getting far less attention than he should.<br />
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This child and her special needs are far beyond anything that was covered in our foster parent training. This child needs therapeutic care. The funny thing is, somehow "this case doesn't qualify as therapeutic." I am at my wit's end! I can't do allll the things.<br />
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We are constantly in survival mode these days. (Or as Mike says, constantly "putting out fires.")<br />
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In my head, as the day goes along, I am triaging: What is essential? What can I cut out of my day? How can I par down something, in order to make this workload manageable? But sometimes I can't manage it. And there are never enough hours in the day to do all of the things on the list.<br />
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Something's got to give.<br />
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Today, that something is me.<br />
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On the way home from school this afternoon, my oldest asked how long this newest placement was going to stay."Do you think it will be a few more days, or a few more weeks? Or maybe a couple of months?"<br />
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I don't know, child. I really don't know.<br />
I don't know how much longer I can go on like this.<br />
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At the same time, I don't want to be a quitter. I don't want to give up on this child after a few days. I don't want to be the one who disrupts a placement, just because it is hard. This child has already been through plenty of hard things. Why should we make her move again, just when she's beginning to get used to us?<br />
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I guess I just have to keep putting one foot in front of the other, and see what God does with our tangled-up mess tomorrow.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-14918339442751813922017-02-17T20:34:00.000-05:002017-02-22T21:59:41.346-05:00Room for one more.... Part 2First, if you haven't yet, read Part 1 here: <a href="http://myhopeisin-you.blogspot.com/2017/02/room-for-one-more.html">http://myhopeisin-you.blogspot.com/2017/02/room-for-one-more.html</a><br />
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Yesterday we got called about a new placement. We initially decided no, we couldn't take on this new placement right now. It wouldn't be a good fit for our family and the 4 other kids at our house.<br />
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The social worker called back again, more desperate this time. "Would you consider taking her temporarily, until we can find someone else?" We didn't want this vulnerable little kid stuck in a group home, so we finally said yes, we'd take her if no one else would. For a little while.<br />
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Guess what? No one else would take her. Everyone else on the list said "no".<br />
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So therefore, our "no" turned into "yes".<br />
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Last night, at bedtime, when we were in the middle of getting the other kids ready for bed, and trying to put together the toddler bed with an allen wrench - she arrived.<br />
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She arrived with not much. For various reasons, she wasn't able to bring anything from her first home. But because of some generous donations, she was given a backpack with toiletries, other essentials, a blanket, a sippy cup, socks, shoes, 2 pjs and 2 other outfits.<br />
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Apparently, for some unknown reason, God REALLY wants this little girl at our house for the time being. He must have a really funny sense of humor. I sure don't understand it.<br />
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have no idea how long she'll be with us. We still don't think this placement is a great match for our family and the other kids. But at least for today, we know that she is safe and loved.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-79851951699763451632017-02-16T15:26:00.000-05:002017-02-16T15:26:20.194-05:00Room for one moreWe got another placement call today.<br />
Social worker: "I have a big favor to ask you!"<br />
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I know what that means.... OK, tell me about the case.<br />
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I listen, and I hear about a broken, hurting family. I hear about pain and struggling. I hear about siblings being separated. I hear about a very special little girl, who has some special needs. After a long list of diagnosis and appointments needed with specialists, the social worker pauses. I asked, what is her name? She says it is the same as MY name.<br />
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What are the odds of that?!?<br />
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She said that she would give my spouse and I some time to talk it over.<br />
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Well, we did. We talked. We discussed. We debated. For almost an hour.<br />
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In the end. I had to call back and say "no. We cannot take this one right now. It would not be the best thing for her, or for the others our family."<br />
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So today, just as we did yesterday, we still have room for one more. And my heart is a little bit more broken. I've read that God is near to the broken hearted.<br />
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Dear Lord, please be near to that little girl this week. Help comfort her when she cries, so that she doesn't feel alone. Be with her even as everything around her is unfamiliar and unknown. Help her to grow and thrive in her new home. Please help her know that she is loved. Amen.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-48204885891219679102016-12-18T07:40:00.001-05:002016-12-18T07:40:40.287-05:00"See you later"This baby girl is affectionate, silly, playful and stubborn.<br />
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When she came to us five months ago, she did not walk or talk, or eat solid food. We got to be there for a whole lot of firsts: first steps, first words, first ice cream cone, first trip to the beach, and many more. My kids openly and transparently welcomed her without hesitation. They have loved her just as much as if she had been born to us.<br />
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But she was not born into our family. Her family has seen struggles and hardship. However, there will be a happy ending to her story. This week, she will be reunited with her family. Just in time for Christmas. She'll get to celebrate this joyous holiday with her sister, who she hasn't seen in months, and other relatives who love her and will continue to love and nuture her as she grows.<br />
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So as we prepare for her to leave our house, there will be tears. There will be frustration, acting out, and even some anger. There will be sadness and grieving for the lost of a foster daughter, a sister, and playmate. But we know that <br />
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she will be safe and loved. She will continue to grow and thrive because of the healthy attachments and connections that she has made during her time with us.<br />
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This isn't goodbye. We'll see you later, baby girl.<br />
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Merry Christmas.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-36471098326155695982015-10-10T22:18:00.000-04:002015-10-10T22:18:00.992-04:00What is the purpose of the church?We went to an area-wide church meeting (known as "the association" around these parts) tonight. I always thought these meetings were exclusively for church leaders, like pastors, youth directors and Sunday School teachers, so I never bothered to go. However, today they had a huge church picnic, with inflatables and BBQ chicken and carnival games and, because we live in the south, sweet tea, and lots of dessert. So, we showed up. The kids had a blast, and I got to listen to a great guest speaker named Dr. Alvin Reid, who is a professor at Southeastern Baptist Theological Seminary.<br />
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Here are some of his talking points, most of them paraphrased in my own words.<br />
The Biblical context is taken primarily from Acts chapter 2.<br />
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"What is the purpose of the church?"<br />
Following are 6 main goals: <br />
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**(Keep in mind, here "church" is referring to all Christian churches in general, not one specific church in particular.)**<br />
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1. The church forms a <u>gospel community</u>.<br />
The original church was comprised primarily of <i>people who did not know Jesus.</i> When was the last time you talked to someone who doesn't know Jesus? When was the last time you talked about Jesus with others, period? We need to talk about Him more, talk with Him more, and learn more about Him, if we are ever going to point people to Him.<br />
Acts is full of descriptive words such as "wonder", "awe". "astonishment", etc. How will we ever entice people to come to our churches if we are just blase and ho-hum about the gospel? <br />
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2. The church forms a <u>Biblical community</u>. (See the "great commission" in Matthew 28)<br />
Acts 2:42 says the people of the early church were "devoted to doctrine." Do we get excited about reading our Bibles, or do we take it for granted? Are we devoted to doctrine? No. We often try to pick and choose what pieces of doctrine we will follow.<br />
Keep in mind, <i>information </i>is not the same as <i>transformation.</i><br />
In other words, you can have head knowledge, but not life-changing, heartfelt belief.<i> </i><br />
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"The greatness of your impact is measured by the individuals that you pour your life into, daily."<br />
Whether that looks like your own children, someone else's children, neighbors, friends, co-workers... whatever it looks like for you, be invested in the lives of others. <i> </i><br />
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Mentoring and small groups are important ways for church members to stay connected.<i> </i> <br />
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3. The church forms a <u>praying community</u>.<br />
Acts 2:43: "<b>Seek God.</b>" Remember, prayer is powerful. The Holy Spirit is living and active.<br />
Dr Alvin said "Don't let your experience, or lack of experience, affect your theology."<br />
Good advice there. <br />
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4. The church forms a <u>ministry community</u>. In Acts 2:44-45, it states they shared "as they had need". Do we give to those in need, or do we expect someone else to do it? Do we truly care for those less fortunate than ourselves?<br />
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Also, keep in mind than often 10% of the people are doing 90% of the work. Don't get burned out. "Just because you CAN do something, doesn't mean you SHOULD do it." Be discerning about which ministries you join, and why.<br />
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5. The church is a <u>giving community</u>.<br />
Give generously. Are you a cheerful giver? Are you teaching your children how to give?<br />
China is the largest unreached country in the world USA is number 4.<br />
Your LIFE is a mission trip! Live it out! <br />
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6. The church is a <u>worshiping community</u>. Acts 2:46-47<br />
"every day" or "day by day", they were "praising God" (v.47).<br />
Do you worship every day?<br />
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Our abilities and limitations are all for His glory, and for our good. Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-83698300207440383962015-10-05T09:03:00.001-04:002015-10-05T09:44:30.185-04:00Fingerless Gloves crochet pattern<br />
I made up this little crochet pattern because I couldn't find anything similarly simple on <a href="http://ravelry.com/" target="_blank">ravelry.com</a><br />
However, it is entirely possibly that there is a pattern just like this floating around somewhere on the internet; if so, I haven't found it yet. Anyway, here is my version.<br />
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<b>Materials:</b><br />
Yarn: worsted weight (I used Red Heart Super Saver in lilac)<br />
Hook: H / 5 mm<br />
Size: child large/adult small.<br />
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To begin: chain 28.<br />
Row 1: HDC in 3rd ch from hook, HDC in each stitch across. Ch 2, turn. (stitch count: 26)<br />
Rows 2-15: Repeat row 1.<br />
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Now you will fold up the sides of your rectangle, matching the stitches on each side, and stitch them together. (You are basically creating a rectangle, then sewing the sides together,
to make a tube. You will leave a space for the thumb, and voila! You've
got gloves.)<br />
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Row for thumb opening: Sc 8 into both sides together, sc 5 into ONE SIDE ONLY, turn, HDC into 5sts on opposite side, sc 5 into ONE SIDE ONLY, sc into both sides together until the end of the row. F/O. <br />
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Check the fit on you/your model's hands to made sure it doesn't need adjustments.<br />
You can easily adjust the beginning chain or number of rows to create a custom fit. <br />
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I also made another (larger) pair using DC rather than HDC.<br />
It goes something like this:<br />
Using 5mm hook and ww yarn, chain 33.<br />
Row 1: DC in 4th ch from hook, DC in ea. st. across. Ch 3, turn. (stitch count: 30)<br />
Row 2-18: Rep. row 1.<br />
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Row for thumb opening: Fold rectangle in half. Match up stitches together.<br />
Working with both sides together: sc 8. sc 7 into ONE SIDE ONLY, turn, HDC into next 7sts. on opposite side, sc 7 into ONE SIDE ONLY, sc 15, to end of row. F/O.<br />
Done!<br />
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These make great last-minute gifts, for birthdays, socking stuffers, teacher presents, etc.<br />
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Happy Crocheting! :)Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-12906841903022227212015-09-14T22:26:00.000-04:002015-10-10T22:28:23.505-04:00All different placesNow that our big girl is at school Monday through Friday, and we don't have any foster placements, I only have 2 kids learning at home with me. It is a very different pace than last year, or even 4 months ago. It has slowed down so much since last fall, when we carted an infant around with us all the time, everywhere.<br />
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Yes, I have one child in a public school. But I am still a SAHM, I am still homeschooling the younger ones, and I still teach group homeschool classes on Tuesdays. I feel like I have a toe in many different pools. but that I am not truly connected with any one party or specific group.<br />
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I've always kind of been like that, I guess. Social butterfly, friend to all.<br />
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I want to say that I thought I would feel guilt or pressure when I chose to put my child into a public school. I had a few other people, mostly other homeschooling families, question this choice, and I was a little apprehensive about how the transition would go for my child. However, none of my fears became reality. Now that the responsibility for her education is on others, and I am not her primary teacher every day, I feel like a weight has been lifted off me. And because she loves school, and genuinely enjoys learning, there is no mommy guilt (though I really thought there would be). Win-win!<br />
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As for being in all different places: it's true. I've driven over 10,000 miles in my van since we got it in April. Oops. (That mileage doesn't include the days we've used one of my husband's vehicles to get around.)Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-42711897906709583632015-07-29T10:59:00.000-04:002015-08-31T11:11:07.519-04:00First day of schoolOur big girl is starting middle school!<br />
Today is her first day at a year-round charter school.<br />
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She "won the lottery" and got a place in the school at the last minute, but that means she didnt have time to be nervous - only excited!<br />
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This is goign to be quite an adjustment for us all. The younger kids will really miss her when she is at school. Up until now, she's been with them pretty much every day of their lives! But I know that this is the best decision for us right now. I am glad that she will be able to grow, mature, make new friends, and become more responsible and independent. I am confident that with God's help, it will all work out just fine. We even have a friend to help out with carpooling! Now I'm off to look at some lunchbox ideas for Ms. Picky Eater. Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-55332635488019483372015-07-24T14:01:00.002-04:002015-07-24T14:01:46.361-04:00missingIt's been two months since baby girl left.<br />
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We miss her.<br />
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Some days it's just a slight, dull ache behind most things we do.<br />
I feel her missing presence, but don't voice it.<br />
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Other days, I want to wallow in self-pity and sadness. Lock the door and cry until I feel better. Call out to the Comforter of All to take away the missing piece of my heart and fill it up with something better instead.<br />
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Yesterday we were having a lunch-playdate with friends. There were a dozen kids running around. The host-mom has a one-year-old, too. As I watched the baby toddle across the floor and hold out those chubby little hands for Momma, my heart was ripped open again with longing and missing my baby girl. I was among friends. I should have been able to talk about what was going through my head and heart. But I didn't want to put voice to my thoughts and feelings. I didn't want to be so raw and vulnerable and depressing. I didn't want to drag someone else down with me.<br />
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But you know what? After I got home, I realized: I should have said it. "I miss her."<br />
That wouldn't have been so hard, would it? <br />
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So, next time you see me, ask about baby girl.<br />
It makes me happy that other people remember her and think of her too. <br />
Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-49357641520459153142015-07-08T08:18:00.000-04:002015-07-08T08:18:29.390-04:00Singing When I went away on a <a href="http://myhopeisin-you.blogspot.com/2015/04/womens-retreat.html" target="_blank">women's retreat</a> in April, I came to a decision: <br />
I realized that God wanted me to join the choir and start singing at church again.<br />
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This was something I grew up doing. I love to sing. As a middle-schooler, I was the youngest person on my church's worship team (by far). In college, I made some great friends at chorus class. However, after we got married, and when I had babies and toddlers, it was impossible to go to late-night practices, which were usually at the kids bedtimes. It was also really difficult to find a reliable, affordable babysitter, especially when only for only an hour or two on a weeknight.<br />
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The other obstacle was that my MOPS group meets at the same time as choir practices. I knew I couldn't do both. And I wanted to be obedient. So, after some prayer and introspection, in May, I quit MOPS.<br />
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Now, my kids are finally at an age where they are fairly independent and self-sufficient, so if I bring them along and make them sit at church with me for an hour, they can handle it.<br />
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So I thought...<br />
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We'd already been at church for 12 hours yesterday, for an unrelated event. So they were tired. Really tired. Not only that, but we'd gotten up extra-early that morning, and spent the previous day traveling. This combination would make any four-year-old a little out of sorts. So my little guy was really acting up.<br />
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However, I got to sing with the worship team. On the stage. With my own microphone! At the beginning of practice, we did an a-capella version of "Amazing Grace", while they checked our mics and fine-tuned the acoustics with the church's new sound system. It sounded great! <br />
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The last time I tried to join a worship team, I did an audition with the lead singer, and he told me I couldn't sing with them. He said I wasn't good enough, my voice wasn't strong enough, and I wasn't what he was looking for. I was pretty crushed. This group enthusiastically welcomed me with no reservations. What a huge difference. I also like how in the group, they take turns leading, and they genuinely work together as a team. <br />
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When I got home, I was on a spiritual/emotional high. I was doing what God wanted me to do, and I was loving it! It took me awhile to fall asleep last night. I was just so excited, and confident that this is what I should be doing.<br />
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This morning I got a message about a possible foster placement. If I have 5 kids with me on Sunday morning, I have NO IDEA how I am going to manage singing on stage with 5 little people running up and down the aisles. But you know what? I'm going to let God take care of it. If He wants me to sing, He will help me find a way to make it happen. Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-77669385365631366492015-06-22T17:34:00.003-04:002015-06-22T17:34:42.361-04:00Still in the gameI just want to say that our licensing social worker is awesome. There are only 2LSWs in our county, and they work so hard to make sure each foster parent has all the resources they need, and each child is placed into a loving home.<br />
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Today we completed the paperwork to renew our foster care license. (This means we've committed to keep our house open to placements for at least 2 more years.) I had gotten everything signed at the end of April, but was waiting for my CPR and first aid cards to come in the mail.<br />
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We had a nice discussion. She joked with the kids and asked about how we were dealing with the loss of baby girl. Im glad that I have counseling resources on hand, and even more glad that we havent needed to use them!<br />
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I think our LSW -really- didnt want to go back to her office, because she also spent 20 mins playing in the backyard with the kids. The best part was when she climbed into the treehouse and slid down the slide! I took a picture of her. Wish I could post it. Hilarious.<br />
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The little guy has been asking me when we will have another little boy come to stay with us. Soon, I hope. I had a message from God, that we will get another long term placement by the end of August. ok, that might sound a little crazy, but thats what I was told.Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-20989586764690859242015-06-20T19:39:00.000-04:002015-07-08T07:53:21.796-04:00Our first post-placement visit We got to see Baby Girl this afternoon.<br />
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I'd found some toys and clothes around the house that I wanted to pass along to her, and I'd made a scrapbook for her, so I sent a message to her relatives, asking if we could meet-up somewhere. At first I was thinking we'd meet in the same shopping center where we always did drop-off/pick-up visitation exchanges. I'd say hi, give them a bag of stuff, it'd take 2 minutes, and we would all go our separate ways.<br />
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But the relatives suggested something even better: They wanted to meet us at a fast-food restaurant, the kind with a small playground attached, so that we could actually visit together for an hour or two. <br />
They have always been very grateful for the way we took care of Baby Girl when she needed to be in foster care. I am pleasantly surprised that they are willing to stay in contact and let us visit once in awhile. The primary caretaker told me "Just let us know when you want to see her. You're welcome to visit anytime."<br />
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It will be interesting to see how this relationship progresses. But for now, I am just grateful for this first visit. It's really nice to know that she is happy and being well cared for. <br />
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Baby Girl recognized us right away. She had a huge smile on her face. She came running to me, then to Hannah. She looks exactly the same as she did when we said goodbye a month ago (only, her hair was done better than I could've ever styled it. I need more practice!). My kids got to play with her for about an hour on the little playground, and I got to feed her a few bites of french fries and ice cream. She hadn't taken a nap yet, so towards the end of our visit, when she laid her head down on my shoulder and twisted my hair into her hands, I figured she was about done being pleasant and social.<br />
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That's when I knew it was time to say goodbye. I had to hand her back. She didn't fuss too much. My kids didn't make a big scene either (probably because they knew we were heading to another social engagement). They each gave her a big hug, and said goodbye. Then we all turned away, and together we walked to our vehicle, holding hands.<br />
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Baby Girl probably fell asleep in the car. <br />
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It was a good visit. Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-79527646873774357312015-05-08T22:23:00.000-04:002015-05-10T16:27:28.737-04:00Judgement DayYesterday was judgement day - the day that a judge would make a final ruling about our foster child, and where they will spend the rest of their life.<br />
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We waited throughout the morning, but our case wasn't called. I prayed that we wouldn't be the last case of the day. Well, God answered my prayer, and He proved his ironic sense of humor yet again - we were the second to last case. Thanks.<br />
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It was really difficult to sit still in the courtroom. We heard some cases with happy endings - children being reunified with parents - and some cases with sad ones - one teenager was removed from their home because of the court's findings. It was also hard to sit still because of those hard wooden benches - think old-fashioned 100-year-old cracked, creaky church pew benches. My foot kept falling asleep, then I'd switch positions and the other foot would fall asleep. I couldn't get comfortable. <br />
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Finally, our case was called. The judged read reports and listened to arguments from 3 different lawyers, 2 public defense attorneys, a child advocate (called "GAL" in our state) and a social worker. The biological family sat on one side of a long, hard wooden bench and we (Mike and I) sat on the other. I was pretty certain what the verdict would be, but wasn't sure how it would come about. After about 15 minutes of testimony, the judge declared "I will adopt motion number 3." We didn't know what that meant. Us laypeople were confused. Judge continued with a few more details, giving us, the foster parents, a 2-week notice. That's when I understood it.<br />
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The final verdict: guardianship with relatives.<br />
We've got less than 2 weeks until she's out of our house forever.<br />
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I am sad for us, because it will be a great loss for our family. However, I know without a doubt that this is what is meant to be for baby girl, to grow up and live with part of her biological family.<br />
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I couldn't speak face-to-face with the relatives. I was too emotional in that moment. We walked out of the courtroom and went our separate ways. However, after I got home, I sent a message saying I was happy for them, and that I know they'll raise her well. <br />
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I can only trust it to be true.<br />
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So now I am left with the task of telling my children, who think of her as their baby sister, that she'll be gone in a few days. How do you prepare for this? What do you do with this kind of grief? It's not quite anything we've had to go through before (unless you count when we said goodbye the first time, last May. But that wasn't so final.). We've known that we won't keep her forever, but the reality of that is much more harsh than the abstract idea. "Forever" is not a concept that my kids easily understand. Right now they can touch, hug, and play with her. Next week, they can't. <br />
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There are 3 things I'd like to ask of you, if you are reading this:<br />
1. Pray for our family, and baby girl, during this time of transition. Give us the right words to say to our children, to help them understand. They will be hurting. They will be sad and grieving. Help us guide them through this difficult time. <br />
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2. Pray also for her relatives, who are overjoyed right now. Pray that they
will raise her well and rise to the challenge of their new
responsibilities. <br />
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3. Consider how you can be invested in someone else's life. Everyone goes through hard times at one point or another. All it takes is one person to make a difference. We cannot all do everything, but everyone is called to do something. Whether that is being a respite provider for foster parents, helping hand-out groceries at a local food pantry, rescuing stray animals, doing yard work for a neighbor, lobbying for stronger laws regarding human trafficking, packing shoeboxes in November through Samaritan's Purse, or going on a mission trip to an orphanage in a third-world country... I don't know what it looks like for you, but you should find out.<br />
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(And if you're already doing whatever it is: Thank You. Keep it up.)<br />
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If you are able to pray for us during this time, please leave a message below to let me know that you are doing so. I am going to need all the encouragement I can get to make it through the coming days without collapsing into an unrecognizable mess.<br />
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Thanks. Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-22455834111750141622015-05-01T22:54:00.000-04:002015-05-13T12:18:00.171-04:00AttachmentWhen people realize I am a foster parent, there are usually two general reactions:<br />
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1. "Oh, I could never do that. I wouldn't be able to give them back."<br />
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2. "Bless you. You're such an angel for taking care of those poor little (starved/delinquent/neglected/add your adjective) kids." <br />
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1. The first implies that it is easily to "give them back".<br />
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But in some cases, it's just the opposite. Who would want to put a child back into a living situation with a person that was previously deemed unsafe? It might be safe now... but people mess up. History repeats itself. The cycle continues. <br />
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However, it is amazing to see when a family rises above their circumstances and overcomes obstacles such as domestic
violence, substance abuse, chronic homelessness, and/or mental health
issues. The success stories are the ones that keep social workers and foster parents in the system, trying to do the most good, trying to help families stay together.<br />
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2. The second response is pity, which I am just not fond of. I am no angel. And it almost makes it sound as if the children are to blame for what is happening to them. But what needs to be made clear is that <b>kids go into care through NO FAULT of their own. </b>They didn't ask to be put in foster care. They didn't want their parents to be accused of abuse, to be put in a compromising situation or make poor life choices. They didn't want to witness terrible things or live through such huge loss and tragedy at a young age. But unfortunately, they do. Then they are put into a flawed, overworked, government-run system that is supposed to take care of their needs... That's where <b>foster parents </b>come into the picture. <br />
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On Attachment: We've had a placement with us for over a year. We've all gotten very attached to each other. In foster parent training classes (and in child development classes, if you take those as well), we learn about how attachments help form healthy bonds, realistic expectations, and shape a child's relationships throughout their life. When you live with a child for an extended period of time, you can't help but attach, form bonds, meet expectations, provide consistency and security, make memories together. We love our foster child as if she was our own biological child. But she isn't really ours. And one day, she might leave us. Because that's what <i>foster</i> means: "<i>for a little while.</i>"<br />
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However, the healthy relationships and strong attachments she has made with us during this formative time in her life will continue to serve her well as she grows and matures. BECAUSE we have given her a safe, stable, loving place to learn, grow, and explore, she will be able to attach in healthy ways, and even thrive, when she moves on to her forever home.<br />
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THAT is why we do what we do. For the children. Not for ourselves (because my heart will break when she leaves!), but for them. Because they deserve love. EVERY child deserves a family.<br />
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**Sometimes, kids who move around a lot or who don't have consistent people in their lives have attachment disorders. This is a very real and difficult disorder to live with. I don't have personal experience (yet), but I know some parents that do. To learn more, you can watch this video: <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ypmGTGGN7A">https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5ypmGTGGN7A</a>Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-60536997791679840802015-04-20T11:04:00.002-04:002015-04-20T11:05:02.866-04:00sin and deathWe were talking about a famous person in history who had died, and my 4year old busted out with "I know why people die, Momy. Its because we all sin."<div>
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PS We can thank Awana Cubbies for instilling this concept into my preschooler. Nevertheless, it did tie in nicely with our family Bible devotional study, which was about Romans chapter 7.</div>
Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-16671168000430732022015-04-12T14:52:00.000-04:002015-05-10T15:03:14.541-04:00women's retreatThis weekend was a first for me:<br />
I went away. On a women's retreat. Without any kids.<br />
I'd never been away from the kids for more than one night.<br />
And that was 3 or 4 years ago, so I don't even know if it counts.<br />
Plus they were with Grandma that night, so they didn't really notice if I was gone.<br />
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Mike took an extra day off work, and I drove to Asheville with some other ladies from church. (I call them "OWLs": older, wiser ladies.) We stayed in cabins outfitted with rows of bunkbeds, reminding me of all those summers at camp when I was growing up. I didn't remember the mattress being so uncomfortably thin though. The mountain air seemed fresher. The hills didn't bother me at all. I've missed summers at camp. Ever year at the end of May I get a little nostalgic... Maybe when my kids are old enough to go away to summer camp, I can help out for a few days somewhere. I'd really like that. <br />
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Anyway, we had a great time, encouraging each other, doing trust activities, devotionals, writing stories, and basketweaving. Yes, I said basketweaving. The lady who taught us was certainly a character I won't soon forget. I also got some quiet time alone to hike around the property. It was nice to get some exercise, have quiet, and relax for a few dayss. I loved having someone else cook all the food. <br />
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And the kids didn't seem to miss me at all. They had fun with their Dad. He does things with them that I don't do, like letting them buy candy in the grocery store check-out aisle. Or feeding them dessert after every meal. Or reading way more bedtime stories than I would have the patience for. I know that they were fed and dressed and happy, and mostly all clean, when I got back. The house wasn't clean, but at least the kids were smiling.<br />
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It's good to be home. Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-58341230917621733222015-03-27T14:28:00.002-04:002015-03-27T14:28:27.985-04:00Just a feeling...Happy Foster Anniversary!<br />
Today marks one year since Baby came to stay with us.<br />
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We know now that Baby will not be with us forever (as we had originally been told, been planning for, been wishing with all our hearts!). And as we wait for the next court date and the final verdict from the judge, I continue to wonder: What's next? <br />
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There have been times in my life when I have been led to action.... Like last year, when I woke up with the words "Pray for a seven year old boy" running through my mind, even before I got the call about him. Or last spring, when I was about to get rid of the diaper bag, but pulled it out of the donation pile and put it into the back of the closet instead. I didn't know why I was prompted to do these things, but I did it anyway. Maybe God was trying to tell me something :) <br />
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Today I woke up with that mixture of excited anticipation and wonder of the unknown rolling around in my stomach. Early this afternoon, I made lunch for 10 people (us, plus some friends), and as I was cleaning up, I felt it again: Something is coming. Good news is on the way.<br />
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I don't know if we will get a call for a new placement soon, if our newest foster child is being born or being placed into care as I write this, or if Mike will come home from work with some kind of exceptional news... but I know that good days are ahead of us.<br />
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I can feel it. <br />
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<br />Nicolehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03029151568875554375noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4222412287607479999.post-26643034875864287982015-03-25T21:56:00.000-04:002015-03-27T09:55:44.571-04:00Annual review meetingThis afternoon we had our 12-month post-placement home inspection, with the baby's SW and our licensing SW. They spent a little over an hour at our house, sitting in the living room on comfy chairs and couches, making small-talk and joking with the big kids, then discussing baby's development, daily life, visitation schedule, upcoming court date, concerns, etc. <br />
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Because it's been almost 2 years since we received our foster parent license, our licensing worker was required to ask us about changes in household (no, we don't have any new people living here), changes in income (Mike still has the same job), bedrooms and bed arrangements, making sure our stove, fridge and water work, etc. Now we have to update our medical records, background checks, and re-take First Aid and CPR classes, plus complete another fire inspection. It is a pretty decent pile of paperwork, but we've done it all before, and it shouldn't take too much effort to finish everything.<br />
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(They seemed very pleasantly surprised that we are willing to re-license again, after all the drama and back-and-forth stuff in the last year. The baby's SW told me "We just don't know what we'd do without you!" I think they are really low on available foster homes/beds right now.)<br />
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Ha! Speaking of being low on beds, our licensing worker asked if we have an extra bed (we do), and mentioned another possible placement. She didn't give us many details, because all the kids were listening, and we try not to tell them too many adult details, if you know what I mean. So all she really said was that there was a 4yo boy in foster care... Didn't even tell us his name or anything else about him, only that he existed.<br />
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However, Hannah heard this part of the conversation, and told me later "Mom, I really don't want that boy to come here. We already have ONE four year old boy, we do NOT need another one! I'd rather have a bigger kid come to live with us... Like S." You know, the kid we all really, really wanted to make ours, but someone else is going to adopt instead. It was like a stab in the heart. <br />
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Anyway, the SW said this mystery 4yo would be a "permanent placement", as in, the plan for him is adoption. Well, we've heard that a few times before! :P We can't make a decision to move forward without having more information about the case... so, in the meantime, I'm trying to be patient and not get my hopes up. <br />
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That was our afternoon.<br />
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We will see what the future holds. <br />
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