People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Together.
Together. What a beautiful word.
Lately my 7 year old had been drawing a lot of pictures of us together with her adopted sister-to-come.
I am pushing through tons of paperwork. I am working on fundraising. I am making crafts like crazy, getting ready for craft fairs to help raise the money to get our girl home from Ethiopia.
It’s hard to know she is there waiting and we are here waiting and I can’t make this go any faster. All I can do is keep doing the next thing and trusting God to provide and bring her home in His perfect time. When I lose sight of the final goal, being consumed by the minute details of today, my daughter shows up with another drawing. It’s always me in the middle holding hands with one little girl on each side.
And I get a beautiful glimpse of the future. The future where we are finally united. Holding hands, walking through life.
It’s a breath of fresh air to me. Joy flows into me and I can’t stop smiling. I can hardly wait until these drawings are reality. Until then, I’ll keep looking at the someday of togetherness, and holding on to hope.
We’re coming, little one.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Ordinary.
We have big events coming up. Unusual events. Fundraising concerts, piles of paperwork, trips to Ethiopia. Bringing a little one home. They are life changing events that will stand out in our memories forever. Shared moments that will mark our life and bond us in new and wonderful ways.
And I am excited for all of them. Well, maybe not the shots and the 30 hour travel.
But what I am most excited for are the ordinary things. The ordinary days. Looking in the backseat mirror while driving and see my TWO girls sitting together. Making pancakes on a Saturday morning and filling THREE plates instead of two. Tucking two little ones into bed at night and kissing two little heads before I turn in. Taking a walk and watching my girls holding hands and laughing together. Even the moments I won’t enjoy, like teaching them to share.
I am looking forward to the ordinary days of an ordinary family, brought together by God’s great love and mercy.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: She.
Constantly on our hearts.
Usually, several times a day, my daughter asks about her sister in Ethiopia. When will she get here? Is this dollar she puts in the orphan fund enough? Can we bring her home now? Why do we have to wait?
And she prays over her sister. Prays for enough food. Prays that she won’t be scared when she gets here. Prays that Jesus will take care of her today.
We can’t wait for the day She knows she is loved, wanted, cherished. A part of a family. She is waiting for us and we are waiting for her. When you have had adoption on your heart for as long as I have, the wait seems like it will never end. It looks to the world as if we are just starting this process. In reality, it started 35 years ago with a longing God put in my heart. I can’t wait until I can hold her in my arms, tell her how loved she is.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Worship.
Worship changes everything.
I have found lately that I am beginning my prayers with worship. As it should be, but hasn’t always been. When I begin my prayer by acknowledging God’s holiness and sovereignty, suddenly my life gets into focus. My problems are in focus. I can see them for what they truly are. Circumstances God is allowing. Circumstances He is bringing. Circumstances He is using to make me into who He wants me to be.
Worship changes the prayers that follow. I am more in tune with God’s will. Desiring God’s will, even when it’s hard.
And worship changes me. It makes me want to follow harder after God. Remembering all that He is and all that He does leaves me in awe of Him. Today all I can see is how He is taking my ashes and redeeming them into something more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.
Worship makes me want to live every moment for Him. To do His will. To be His hands and feet. To shine His light everywhere I go.
where you go, I’ll go
where you stay, I’ll stay
when you move, I’ll move
I will follow you
who you love, I’ll love
how you serve, I’ll serve
if this life I lose, I will follow you
Worship changes my heart.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Broken.
Broken. That word doesn’t sound good to most of us. We have bad things associated with Broken.
Broken toys. Broken dishes. Broken homes. Broken lives.
But Broken can also be the place where God meets us. Without Broken, we seem to think we can do it all on our own. So we do. We live life, maybe loving God, but certainly not depending on Him. We depend on us. On our jobs, our spouses, our kids, our parent & friends. We depend on the life we have worked so hard to build instead of depending on the God who built us.
He has a better plan. He has a better plan for our lives than we could possibly imagine. We have this stubborn human perspective that dreams small dreams. Lovely. But small. And sometimes those lovely small dreams fall apart.
It’s time to give God those broken pieces. When we are truly broken and admit it, God steps in and creates such beauty in the broken places. He knits them together in ways we would never dream of and life becomes more beautiful than we imagined.
Everyone has broken parts. We may not always admit them. We may hide them. But we don’t need to. Others need to see our brokenness. Then they can see God work in the broken parts. Healing. Restoring. Recreating.
Then Satan takes a back seat and God’s power takes over.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Beautiful.
This life is so beautiful. Sometimes it overwhelms me with its beauty.
Hearing my sweet girl and her great big belly laugh.
Seeing her smile that lights up every room.
Learning the hard lessons, knowing that the struggles aren’t being wasted, but are growing me and changing me into who He wants me to be. Who He created me to be.
The beauty of a life poured out for Christ. I see it in others and want to be like that. Those whose joy just overflows onto all those around them. Those that love without limits and give without fear and serve without end. Those who are truly living out the life Christ demonstrated for us.
For me, that is the ultimate beauty. And it’s not at all the world’s definition of beauty. It involves dirty hands and dirty faces and floors MADE of dirt. It involves sacrifice and love and sometimes those things aren’t pretty. But they are so beautiful.
I want to live like that.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Listen.
Listen to those who are trying to speak to you.
We all have things to say. We all want to be heard. When you take the time to listen to someone, you are acknowledging their value. And they feel it.
Have you ever watched a child not being listened to? I have. I am a people watcher. (I get it from my mom.) I have seen people being ignored. Not listened to. Not acknowledged. Not valued. I have watched a little girl speak over and over and never get a response. I watched her stop trying.
I stopped trying. I know what it is like to be unable to be heard. And I don’t want to make anyone feel that way.
I know I can get so focused on my work that it is hard to pull my brain out of it. But when my little girl comes and stands next to me and talks, I want to listen. I want to listen every time. I want her to grow up feeling fabulous. Knowing that she is heard and loved and valued.
It starts with being truly listened to.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Imagine.
“Mom, just 5 more minutes. I’m imaginarying.”
These are some of my favorite words ever. Walking into my sweet daughter’s room, seeing her laying on her bed, staring up at the ceiling. Wanting more time in her imagination.
I sometimes worry about her imagining too much. At least I used to. She pretends constantly. She loves to daydream on car rides. I worried that she would imagine too much and not like reality. I’m over it. Her imagination is a thing of beauty. It makes her world (and mine) so much more beautiful. She is going to do amazing things. And she is busy dreaming them up right now.
So many of us forget how to imagine and dream once we hit the “real world”. We just plug away at our jobs and our lives, getting through the mundane. Working hard until we can take a break. Trudging.
What if we all imagined a little more? What if we imagined how joyful our lives could be and then worked toward that goal? What if we have big dreams and then try to make them our reality? What if we imagined ways to love on other people in need?
How much better would life be?
Imagine on, little girl. Forever.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: View.
On our vacation last year, we came upon a very old church up in the mountains. It was so beautiful. Worn white paint, ancient pews that had heard thousands of messages. Walls that have withstood the test of time.
The simple design carried through the building, the pews and the pulpit. 3 windows behind the pulpit let in soft light, giving such a peaceful feel. I just had to see what the view was like from up there. In the soft light and quiet sanctuary, I approached reverently, thinking of all the worship that happened in this place so long ago.
Then I reached the other side of the pulpit. And I saw the handwritten prayers left by visitors before me. Thanking God for His blessings, praying for struggles, memories of loved ones who died. Then I saw the note written by a grieving mom, asking God to help them survive the loss of their daughter. And the note below it, of another visitor who prayed for them.
I expected to find a quiet mountain church. A historical building. I didn’t expect to find such beauty as being able to witness people’s prayers and reaching out to God.
People all over the world blogging on the same topic on the same day for just five minutes and linking up at Lisa Jo’s place. Today’s topic: Jump.
I am poised at the edge. Waiting to jump. I know where I am planning to jump, I believe God is calling me to do something. But I can’t jump. I have to wait. And the waiting is HARD. Really hard. I like to take action. It feels much better to be doing something rather than sitting and waiting. But there is a lesson in the waiting, too.
Depending on God’s timing. Not running forward on my own, but learning to be patient and wait for Him to move. I am waiting for the word GO, so I can jump. And I will be ready.
He has taught me so much in these last few years. I am so glad He can see the big picture. He knows the plans He has for me. And those plans are for His Glory, which is also for my good. I get to glorify Him in the waiting. I get to be shown faithful in the waiting. I get to praise Him even while I pace back and forth wanting to jump!
And there will be such freedom in the jumping. I may just whoop and holler and jump and twirl. My little girl and I will dance up and down the street in celebration.
As soon as God says it’s time.