Avalanche area, next 4 years – I mean, months – I mean, miles.
We took the kids back to Hatcher’s Pass last week. It has been a month since we took the path through clouds, and it was victorious to return with Andrey and Reagan after redeeming them from the enemy’s camp. Welcome to God’s country, kids.
Every day has new victories and crises. And every crisis is a victory in a way (I’ll keep telling myself that, at least) because we learn something new each time. For example, Reagan needs her arms to balance as she goes up the stairs…or she will tumble down them.
See? We’re learning.
Yesterday, after 3 1/2 hours of sleep, a night of a child puking, a cat puking, and two poopy pull-up messes, I dried Reagan off after her third shower in 36 hours and just hugged her, telling her for both of our sakes that I love her…that I even like her…and that we’re going to get through this.
Yesterday, Andrey ran up to me crying with his arms held out and clung to me. “Ma-moh! Ma-moh!!” He had hit his head, and knew he could run to me…and Ma-moh kissed him and prayed for his owie. A small grin emerged with the real tears as he experienced something new. A ma-moh to comfort him, finally.
Yesterday seems like five years ago, and yet only a minute ago. Yesterday I was stretched, the kids were stretched, and our coffee pot started making funny sounds from overuse. I think I started making funny sounds from overuse, too.
Our tent pegs are being stretched. Our comfort zone is, too.
Our comfort zone will expand to meet our current location. His love is deep and wide.
The contradiction comes when I realize that all these experiences and emotions were real. The happiness that gave me chill bumps was as deep as my loneliness. My sense of certainty about being exactly where God wanted me was solid, but just as firm was the fact that I wondered at times what on earth I was doing here. The frustration that threatened to overtake me on some occasions was just as deep and true as the unbounded joy I got at other times. I loved my new life; I truly loved it. But compared to the life I had been living, it was hard.
– Katie Davis, Kisses From Katie
We’ve taken them outside the walls of home just a few times – to the doctor, to church, to Hatcher’s Pass. We got gutsy last week and took them in two carts to Target (alas, it had to be done). We’ve had a few meals dropped off (huuuuuuge thank you!) but no visitors. We’ll venture back out slowly…start piano lessons again soon…and have dinner with friends again. We miss you.
Reagan picked leaves, mostly. The whole time. Pretty quiet, not too much whining, and super cute in my Green Bay hat.
My friends, adoption is redemption.It’s costly, exhausting, expensive, and outrageous.
Buying back lives costs so much.When God set out to redeem us, it killed Him.
Still picking leaves. But she did achieve walking up the stairs this week alternating her feet, instead of going up one step at a time, baby-style. Don’t ask about going down the stairs yet, though.
he’s never been scared of hard workso why are his hands trembling?
and how could something so small be so weightyon the scales of what could be?
this tiny seed has potentialfor a better way of life
and how he sows itis crucialfor his little ones, his wife
so he prays to the Lord of the harvest
would You rain down on the least of these
would You please multiply and divide it
for these are my sharecropper’s seeds
SCENIC VIEWS AHEAD