So, I realize I have not posted much in the past several months. I'm about to jump back in, but I just had to update on the amazing way God works. Remember my last post here? Well, I just found out a few days ago that things have really improved for them (home since February) so much so that they are headed BACK to China to get the foster sister of their son. In 3 months time they were able to see how God had a bigger plan than they could have ever imagined. And they even have an amazing video from China where "mom" jokingly said, "Can I have her too?"....uh hum. Be careful what you say. =)
Stay tuned because we have more to chat about soon.
=)
My Family
Summer 2015
Sunday, June 1, 2014
Saturday, March 1, 2014
"What was I thinking?" "Will he ever change?" "Will things ever get better?"
I'm walking a new friend through the process of bringing a new son home from China. My heart is tender toward her and her family as they are wondering as many of us have to admit, "have I made a mistake?"
Yes, indeed I think we all have to admit that thought has crossed our minds at some level. And if it hasn't, you are one of those that has adopted the perfect child. Congratulations. I do believe some people have a more smooth transition than others do.
And if you have had that thought you can erase your guilt meter right now.
I wanted to write this not to put her or her family on the spot, but because I wish someone had told me some of these things at the beginning and given me some reassurance.
Let me start with this:
Our initial days with Lucas were filled with snotty booger nose crying for hours in China. Then it would let up and he would take off running down the hallway in the hotel. When we went to the really cool botanical garden with the rest of our group who primarily had toddlers an babies (a bit easier to control physically at least) he again took off running in a crowd of dark haired people which required us to chase him like maniacs and almost lose him. We went to this amazingly cool Chinese museum and I really have to admit I wanted to see the stupid place cuz it was super cool. But, he decided to have a complete meltdown and was psycho. I just have to say it. I was kind of mad that day. It was hard work sometimes. Other days we laughed and played, but he was into EVERYthing in the hotel room. He helped himself to the hotpot and kept heating up hot water and pouring it himself. Seriously? You are going to burn your entire body right here. But, no...he was perfectly capable at 7 to handle it. Really. He was actually quite impressive how much he could do independently.
Ah that's it.
He was not used to anyone really "controlling" him and telling him "no". And when we did. He was not very happy about it.
When we went to the outside park where we flew kites...he decided he wanted to ride a cool "car" that was for rent. It was one of those battery operated kid ride-on cars. He got really mad that we could not bring it home with us....TO AMERICA! oh boy!
It didn't help that we really could not communicate either. We were trying our hardest to get him to understand what family was, that we were here with him and we would be together forever, that we could be trusted, that he didn't have to do everything himself (hyper vigilance), that pitching a royal stinkin' fit including kicking, hitting, biting, spitting, screaming, throwing things...was not going to get him what he wanted or help disobedience. All this while he was trying to adjust to a completely new culture, new language, and even having a dog in our family that he could not beat with sticks.
Can I just be honest and say I felt like we were dealing with an animal sometimes.
Not all the time.
And when he was sweet, he was super sweet. He loved to cuddle and get close to us--on his terms. He was funny, and dramatic. He was passionate about many things. His heart has always been bigger than life. He feels things very deeply.
What I wish someone had told me in those initial days, was indeed "it will get better". Because some days, I questioned what we had done. I wondered if he was even capable of connecting and bonding with us. We could walk through days or even weeks with no issue and the whole thing would blow up again apparently out of nowhere.
Walking my new friend through her initial days has reminded me of that question in my mind. Even if someone had told me it will take 3 years, but you will get "a real boy" in the end...(please hear my heart in that--we had some very rough days--and I wondered if healing would ever really come)....I would say it is all worth it. Believe it or not I can now say..."it has all been worth it!" Wow that's a bold thing to say.
I know there are no guarantees with adoption. And woundedness may continue to show up at some level. And we have not entered the teen years yet. But, I must say, the hard days are less and less and the good days are more and more. When the mean words fly--"I wish I was never adopted into this family", "your not my real mom", "I don't care if I'm choking the dog"...they ease more quickly...and apologies and sweet hugs follow. He has learned terms like "regulation" and it's importance. We've learned each other's rythms and we know discipline looks different for him than we expected; food in his system is a HUGE need; sleep is essential; even after 3 years there are some little bleeps in understanding of language that still need to be worked out to help him fully comprehend some things and more.
It's a slow process. It tests everything that is in your soul. And it reminds you daily what our God has done when he adopted YOU into His family. Except His family was completely and totally perfect. Lest you think "your" family is perfect when you adopt...God will show you everyone has a breaking point. We thought the same thing and then questioned if it was the right decision sometimes. We did know we had made the commitment to stick with this boy. And for us that commitment has been the glue that has kept us moving forward. When we promised him "we will ALWAYS be here for you" we meant it.
We've also learned that we need to ask for forgiveness more than we ever thought.
We've seen Huge strides when we look back to those initial days.
Lucas is my hero.
He can make me so mad. He can hurt me so deeply. But, the things he says when times are "good" Far outweigh any of that. And his Spirit is so deep and passionate. I've never seen anything like it.
So I hope this encourages those who have the questions above.
The answers may vary but the truth is
"What was I thinking?" I wanted to follow God's leading in bringing a child into our family with the good the bad and the ugly. Was I fully prepared? nope! But, fortunately God gives me Grace and strength I never knew I had.
"Will he ever change?" yep! But, there may always be some underlying issues that we just need to realize we will deal with.
"Will things ever get better" yep! They already have and the blessings far outweigh the ugly. God is Greater!
Thank you Lucas for being a part of our lives and teaching us things we never ever knew we needed to be taught.
****disclaimer. I do know of great families that have had to "disrupt" an adoption for whatever reason. This is not a judgement on them for doing that. I'm just telling our story to offer hope to those like my new friend who may be questioning in the initial days what is going on in their family. And to offer hope that indeed things CAN get better with time. I do not pretend to be the final word on all families and/or situations. I just wish someone had told me healing was indeed possible and bonding and attachment would happen in ways I never expected.
Yes, indeed I think we all have to admit that thought has crossed our minds at some level. And if it hasn't, you are one of those that has adopted the perfect child. Congratulations. I do believe some people have a more smooth transition than others do.
And if you have had that thought you can erase your guilt meter right now.
I wanted to write this not to put her or her family on the spot, but because I wish someone had told me some of these things at the beginning and given me some reassurance.
Let me start with this:
Our initial days with Lucas were filled with snotty booger nose crying for hours in China. Then it would let up and he would take off running down the hallway in the hotel. When we went to the really cool botanical garden with the rest of our group who primarily had toddlers an babies (a bit easier to control physically at least) he again took off running in a crowd of dark haired people which required us to chase him like maniacs and almost lose him. We went to this amazingly cool Chinese museum and I really have to admit I wanted to see the stupid place cuz it was super cool. But, he decided to have a complete meltdown and was psycho. I just have to say it. I was kind of mad that day. It was hard work sometimes. Other days we laughed and played, but he was into EVERYthing in the hotel room. He helped himself to the hotpot and kept heating up hot water and pouring it himself. Seriously? You are going to burn your entire body right here. But, no...he was perfectly capable at 7 to handle it. Really. He was actually quite impressive how much he could do independently.
Ah that's it.
He was not used to anyone really "controlling" him and telling him "no". And when we did. He was not very happy about it.
When we went to the outside park where we flew kites...he decided he wanted to ride a cool "car" that was for rent. It was one of those battery operated kid ride-on cars. He got really mad that we could not bring it home with us....TO AMERICA! oh boy!
It didn't help that we really could not communicate either. We were trying our hardest to get him to understand what family was, that we were here with him and we would be together forever, that we could be trusted, that he didn't have to do everything himself (hyper vigilance), that pitching a royal stinkin' fit including kicking, hitting, biting, spitting, screaming, throwing things...was not going to get him what he wanted or help disobedience. All this while he was trying to adjust to a completely new culture, new language, and even having a dog in our family that he could not beat with sticks.
Can I just be honest and say I felt like we were dealing with an animal sometimes.
Not all the time.
And when he was sweet, he was super sweet. He loved to cuddle and get close to us--on his terms. He was funny, and dramatic. He was passionate about many things. His heart has always been bigger than life. He feels things very deeply.
What I wish someone had told me in those initial days, was indeed "it will get better". Because some days, I questioned what we had done. I wondered if he was even capable of connecting and bonding with us. We could walk through days or even weeks with no issue and the whole thing would blow up again apparently out of nowhere.
Walking my new friend through her initial days has reminded me of that question in my mind. Even if someone had told me it will take 3 years, but you will get "a real boy" in the end...(please hear my heart in that--we had some very rough days--and I wondered if healing would ever really come)....I would say it is all worth it. Believe it or not I can now say..."it has all been worth it!" Wow that's a bold thing to say.
I know there are no guarantees with adoption. And woundedness may continue to show up at some level. And we have not entered the teen years yet. But, I must say, the hard days are less and less and the good days are more and more. When the mean words fly--"I wish I was never adopted into this family", "your not my real mom", "I don't care if I'm choking the dog"...they ease more quickly...and apologies and sweet hugs follow. He has learned terms like "regulation" and it's importance. We've learned each other's rythms and we know discipline looks different for him than we expected; food in his system is a HUGE need; sleep is essential; even after 3 years there are some little bleeps in understanding of language that still need to be worked out to help him fully comprehend some things and more.
It's a slow process. It tests everything that is in your soul. And it reminds you daily what our God has done when he adopted YOU into His family. Except His family was completely and totally perfect. Lest you think "your" family is perfect when you adopt...God will show you everyone has a breaking point. We thought the same thing and then questioned if it was the right decision sometimes. We did know we had made the commitment to stick with this boy. And for us that commitment has been the glue that has kept us moving forward. When we promised him "we will ALWAYS be here for you" we meant it.
We've also learned that we need to ask for forgiveness more than we ever thought.
We've seen Huge strides when we look back to those initial days.
Lucas is my hero.
He can make me so mad. He can hurt me so deeply. But, the things he says when times are "good" Far outweigh any of that. And his Spirit is so deep and passionate. I've never seen anything like it.
So I hope this encourages those who have the questions above.
The answers may vary but the truth is
"What was I thinking?" I wanted to follow God's leading in bringing a child into our family with the good the bad and the ugly. Was I fully prepared? nope! But, fortunately God gives me Grace and strength I never knew I had.
"Will he ever change?" yep! But, there may always be some underlying issues that we just need to realize we will deal with.
"Will things ever get better" yep! They already have and the blessings far outweigh the ugly. God is Greater!
Thank you Lucas for being a part of our lives and teaching us things we never ever knew we needed to be taught.
****disclaimer. I do know of great families that have had to "disrupt" an adoption for whatever reason. This is not a judgement on them for doing that. I'm just telling our story to offer hope to those like my new friend who may be questioning in the initial days what is going on in their family. And to offer hope that indeed things CAN get better with time. I do not pretend to be the final word on all families and/or situations. I just wish someone had told me healing was indeed possible and bonding and attachment would happen in ways I never expected.
Thursday, January 23, 2014
Happy 16th Birthday Jacob Georg--
It's one of "those" days again.
They come around every year.
How does it happen that another year can pass without this precious boo boo in my life?
SIXTEEN
that's a big year
a
big birthday
"Someone" would be driving this year.
I have a feeling he would have been well over 6' tall.
Would his beautiful blonde hair still be blonde?
Would he be a respectable young man?
only God truly knows (yet does not need to answer that)
his life was cut short (at least in our eyes)--
We know God's Sovereign plan was beyond our understanding.
(4 months old--about 19 pounds at this point--headed for linebacker status we think)
Today I have been sitting in a thought about his life.
I was recalling something I said to a freind just days before he died, knowing we were probably entering some of the ending days.
In hind sight it may sound noble.
But, the reality is it's hard to even admit I had this thought and still do.
"If God needs to take this child now, at a young age, then I would rather have him go now than to worry about him and his salvation as he gets older. I know now that he is solid in his relationship with Jesus. If this is what it takes to assure him of salvation or drifting away from God then ok."
Now that he would be 16. And now that I know that having a precious young child that has a close relationship with the Lord does not guarantee a teenager or adult that will walk with the Lord, I have a new appreciation for this thought I had almost 10 years ago.
It's really been landing with me today for some reason.
Holding our children with open palms to our Savior and saying "let it be so" is one of the hardest parts of parenting--and dare I say "life".
What if God takes you up on that offer?
I don't pretend to understand it completely.
However, I do know without a doubt this child knew Jesus.
When we were at St. Jude's the Fall before he died (April 29, 2004), he went to a Christmas church service where he stood up and held out his hand in a very mysterious sort of way -- and Peter asked him "what are you doing?" He said "I'm letting Jesus into my heart".
It was a very conscious act for him. An act that was led 100% by the Holy Spirit of God--no doubt about it. But, his acknowledgement of it was profound.
So
Happy Birthday dear Son.
We all miss you dearly
and
Remember you fondly and with the crazy spirit you lived life with.
To God be the Glory for allowing us to have you in our lives for 6 years.
love you much
mom
Friday, January 17, 2014
A Praying Life- Paul E Miller
Since I kind of stink at starting a book and finishing it. I typically start well read and then put it down part way through. Then I forget what I read, so I pick it back up again and then begin to get new insights into what I previously read. It's entertaining really.
This time the book?
A Praying Life by Paul E Miller
It really is a good book. Recommended by a good friend.
In fact Peter and I started it several months ago also and then set it down. Now we are picking it back up again and reareading it for further insight. This is not because of the book, but because we stink at "finishing".
So, I've read this part of the book now 3 times.
Maybe God is trying to teach me something about prayer.
p. 20
"Oddly enough, many people struggle to learn how to pray because they are focusing on praying, not on God. Making prayer the center is like making conversation the center of a family mealtime. In prayer, focusing on the conversation is like trying to drive while looking at the windshield instead of through it....Conversation is only the vehicle through which we experience one another. Consequently...getting to know a person, God, is the center (of prayer)."
Peter and I have sat with this concept and it has been a big one for us.
Other things in the book also contributed to a conversation we had at length the other day.
Take a step back in our journey.
Loss of 2 babies in 1990 and 1991 tossed us into a world of chaos we never would have expected. Suddenly we were part of a family of people that have "lost children". Not a club you want to join. Then in 2002 we entered at another level with a child diagnosed with cancer at the age of 4. He also died which puts us in yet another "club". We never would have been able to walk those journeys if it hadn't been for our relationship with God. Yet, in hindsight--and without being too hard on our "former selves", we see things that we've often wondered about and questioned along the way.
One biggie...
During the journey with Jacob and childhood cancer for 16 months, we can look back and see the spiritual intensity. We felt so in tune with God and like everyday we were desperately seeking Him. We prayed like we've never prayed before. We had prayer "warriors" around the world praying like never before (this was pre "blog" era so we sent mass emails). Spritually, I think we were on edge often. Our faith grew. Our understanding of things like God's Sovereignty grew. Our understanding of The Church Body grew as we were overwhelmed by the generosity of so many. I wrote more journals in that period of time than ever. Everyday an entry I think. Prayers, Psalms, Worship songs, sermons, notes from friends, the cry of my heart, my desires and the conflict I often felt with where God was taking this whole thing.
Then he died. April 29, 2004. Age 6.
And our whole house literally went silent.
He had been on oxygen and the hum of the machine was gone.
His rambunctious personality was gone.
Isaac was an only child. No sibling rivalry.
Both Peter and I felt a lull in our spiritual life for several months after that. We still had support, don't get me wrong. Our family and friends were great. The Body still surrounded us. But, something was "missing". It was as if our desire to pray, or our purpose in prayer was gone.
We found ourselves in a desert.
We had focused so long and so hard on prayers of healing, of God's Will, of making it through the next procedure, etc. that now it seemed as if there wasn't anything to really pray about other than our own feelings of loss (which by the way is ok to pray about--but it's a different kind of prayer that doesn't require immediate repeated intensity)
Since that time almost 10 years ago now, both of us have learned a lot about who God is and walked through various transitions and studies and learned so much from our Pastor as well. Our faith has continued to mature and grow.
But, this concept popped out at me so strongly the other night.
Perhaps when we walk through a super intense season in our lives, our prayers become so focused on the outcome and circumstance that it's like "trying to drive while looking at the windshield instead of through it"
Perhaps the reason we felt such a lull in our spiritual lives after Jacob died, was due to our focus.
If our focus was simply on the circumstances, and the circumstance was then "over"... we had nothing left to pray about. And let's be honest many of our prayers were self/family focused. Just being real and honest.
Instead of letting our circumstance be the focus...
Perhaps, we are learning, our focus instead should be on creating a more intimate relationship with God. On being in tune with His character and being. I'm not saying we ignored God or His will in our journey. I think we attempted to do that. But, I think this has brought an awareness about prayer to both of us. And in doing so has taken our breath away.
The God of the Universe
invites us in
to a relationship so deep and personal and intimate
that it can take our breath away
if we just allow it to.
Our circumstances can surely cause a hyper intense focus for a season. There is no doubt about that. And God will certainly use it for His Glory when we welcome Him into it. But, when it's over, if our focus has simply been on the "right" prayer and the "right" answer, we will be left with the feeling of walking through a desert. Parched and thirsty and a bit lost. Looking for direction.
Prayer is not dull
Prayer is not a chore
Prayer is not simply a "list" (although he welcomes us to bring "everything" to Him in prayer so it may look that way sometimes)
Prayer is not something to check off on a list
Prayer is not simply a duty
Prayer is our honor and joy.
We fall down in worship as we are able to enter into His presence:
"'Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!' Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, saying" 'To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, forever and ever...Amen'" Rev. 5:12-13
I think the reason we don't pray sometimes is because we don't want to take the time or spiritual energy to "go there" with God. What if we just walked with an awareness of who He is and His presence all the time? How would our demeanor change? How would our decision making change? How would the words we use change? How would our view of that guy behind the counter change? It does take some time and some energy to change our focus. And perhaps some "quiet" time as well--which can be hard to find.
Join me in this journey.
Prayer.
Intimacy with God.
Really.
Just simply intimacy with Him.
What a privilege.
p. 23
"Learning to pray doesn't offer us a less busy life; {God has things for us to do} it offers us a less busy heart. In the midst of outer busyness we can develop inner quiet"
This time the book?
A Praying Life by Paul E Miller
It really is a good book. Recommended by a good friend.
In fact Peter and I started it several months ago also and then set it down. Now we are picking it back up again and reareading it for further insight. This is not because of the book, but because we stink at "finishing".
So, I've read this part of the book now 3 times.
Maybe God is trying to teach me something about prayer.
p. 20
"Oddly enough, many people struggle to learn how to pray because they are focusing on praying, not on God. Making prayer the center is like making conversation the center of a family mealtime. In prayer, focusing on the conversation is like trying to drive while looking at the windshield instead of through it....Conversation is only the vehicle through which we experience one another. Consequently...getting to know a person, God, is the center (of prayer)."
Peter and I have sat with this concept and it has been a big one for us.
Other things in the book also contributed to a conversation we had at length the other day.
Take a step back in our journey.
Loss of 2 babies in 1990 and 1991 tossed us into a world of chaos we never would have expected. Suddenly we were part of a family of people that have "lost children". Not a club you want to join. Then in 2002 we entered at another level with a child diagnosed with cancer at the age of 4. He also died which puts us in yet another "club". We never would have been able to walk those journeys if it hadn't been for our relationship with God. Yet, in hindsight--and without being too hard on our "former selves", we see things that we've often wondered about and questioned along the way.
One biggie...
During the journey with Jacob and childhood cancer for 16 months, we can look back and see the spiritual intensity. We felt so in tune with God and like everyday we were desperately seeking Him. We prayed like we've never prayed before. We had prayer "warriors" around the world praying like never before (this was pre "blog" era so we sent mass emails). Spritually, I think we were on edge often. Our faith grew. Our understanding of things like God's Sovereignty grew. Our understanding of The Church Body grew as we were overwhelmed by the generosity of so many. I wrote more journals in that period of time than ever. Everyday an entry I think. Prayers, Psalms, Worship songs, sermons, notes from friends, the cry of my heart, my desires and the conflict I often felt with where God was taking this whole thing.
Then he died. April 29, 2004. Age 6.
And our whole house literally went silent.
He had been on oxygen and the hum of the machine was gone.
His rambunctious personality was gone.
Isaac was an only child. No sibling rivalry.
Both Peter and I felt a lull in our spiritual life for several months after that. We still had support, don't get me wrong. Our family and friends were great. The Body still surrounded us. But, something was "missing". It was as if our desire to pray, or our purpose in prayer was gone.
We found ourselves in a desert.
We had focused so long and so hard on prayers of healing, of God's Will, of making it through the next procedure, etc. that now it seemed as if there wasn't anything to really pray about other than our own feelings of loss (which by the way is ok to pray about--but it's a different kind of prayer that doesn't require immediate repeated intensity)
Since that time almost 10 years ago now, both of us have learned a lot about who God is and walked through various transitions and studies and learned so much from our Pastor as well. Our faith has continued to mature and grow.
But, this concept popped out at me so strongly the other night.
Perhaps when we walk through a super intense season in our lives, our prayers become so focused on the outcome and circumstance that it's like "trying to drive while looking at the windshield instead of through it"
Perhaps the reason we felt such a lull in our spiritual lives after Jacob died, was due to our focus.
If our focus was simply on the circumstances, and the circumstance was then "over"... we had nothing left to pray about. And let's be honest many of our prayers were self/family focused. Just being real and honest.
Instead of letting our circumstance be the focus...
Perhaps, we are learning, our focus instead should be on creating a more intimate relationship with God. On being in tune with His character and being. I'm not saying we ignored God or His will in our journey. I think we attempted to do that. But, I think this has brought an awareness about prayer to both of us. And in doing so has taken our breath away.
The God of the Universe
invites us in
to a relationship so deep and personal and intimate
that it can take our breath away
if we just allow it to.
Our circumstances can surely cause a hyper intense focus for a season. There is no doubt about that. And God will certainly use it for His Glory when we welcome Him into it. But, when it's over, if our focus has simply been on the "right" prayer and the "right" answer, we will be left with the feeling of walking through a desert. Parched and thirsty and a bit lost. Looking for direction.
Prayer is not dull
Prayer is not a chore
Prayer is not simply a "list" (although he welcomes us to bring "everything" to Him in prayer so it may look that way sometimes)
Prayer is not something to check off on a list
Prayer is not simply a duty
Prayer is our honor and joy.
We fall down in worship as we are able to enter into His presence:
"'Worthy is the Lamb, who was slain, to receive power and wealth and wisdom and strength and honor and glory and praise!' Then I heard every creature in heaven and on earth and under the earth and on the sea, and all that is in them, saying" 'To him who sits on the throne and to the Lamb be praise and honor and glory and power, forever and ever...Amen'" Rev. 5:12-13
I think the reason we don't pray sometimes is because we don't want to take the time or spiritual energy to "go there" with God. What if we just walked with an awareness of who He is and His presence all the time? How would our demeanor change? How would our decision making change? How would the words we use change? How would our view of that guy behind the counter change? It does take some time and some energy to change our focus. And perhaps some "quiet" time as well--which can be hard to find.
Join me in this journey.
Prayer.
Intimacy with God.
Really.
Just simply intimacy with Him.
What a privilege.
p. 23
"Learning to pray doesn't offer us a less busy life; {God has things for us to do} it offers us a less busy heart. In the midst of outer busyness we can develop inner quiet"
Saturday, December 14, 2013
Lucas Hostel
We are quickly becoming friends of our new Kenyan friend Alfred--the man in charge of MaceCall and the Ark House where "our boys" George and Robert are staying. Today we received an overwhelming letter of encouragement and evidence of God's Greatness:
"Hope you are all well. Here we are well and all the children have gone for the holidays except two boys who are now staying with George and Robert at their hostel. The boys this far are doing well and have adjusted well to the change of location and lifestyle. So far so good and we have not had any struggles with them. We hope they will be ready to join school come the beginning of next month as schools resume for the 2014 academic year.
As you are all aware Macecall is in the very initial stages of set up and we are glad to be partnering with you. It is very exciting to learn that the young boy Lucas was right at the center of the initiative to rescue George and Robert. Because of this we are suggesting that we honor him by naming the room the boys are using after him. In other words we call the room the boys are using; Lucas Hostel. Then when we finally move to our own property the first hostel we will put up will be called by the same name; Lucas Hostel. Let us know if that is okey with you then we can go ahead and have the name inscribed at the hostel door.
I sit here beyond humbled and grateful and overwhelmed by God's Greatness and Provision for George and Robert. I'm still blown away by how God has used Lucas's young life to influence and inspire and affect others for His Glory already at age 10.
It's almost hard to imagine and be in the middle of this story as it is unfolding. It sort of came out of nowhere. But, yet, we know our Sovereign God knew about this long ago and had this plan for everyone involved. That blows my simple mind. The way He weaves and intertwines the lives of people makes me sit in Awe of Him once again. How can you not see and be overwhelmed by the beauty of this?
Lucas Hostel. What an honor and privilege.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
George and Robert
It is with great JOY that we celebrate how God is working this Advent season. We feel so blessed that Alfred, the man in charge of the Ark Home where George and Robert are staying, is so open to communicating with us and keeping us updated.
Today we saw this picture of George at a beautiful celebration of thanksgiving for the children.
Today we saw this picture of George at a beautiful celebration of thanksgiving for the children.
I made the picture as big as I could because I LOVE the smile on his face. And it is apparent this celebration was amazing and I'm sure he felt a part of something bigger than himself.
To be perfectly honest I am overwhelmed by the blessing of this placement. Everyday I find out a little more about them and realize God's perfect timing in all of this.
1. We never would have felt led to go to Kenya if it hadn't been for the generous inheritence I had received from my mom's passing this year. We knew we had to "give back" a portion of what we had been given, and decided this was one way we could do it.
2. I didn't fully understand why God was leading us to "go" over Thanksgiving, leaving my husband behind but taking our 2 boys along. Now I know.
3. God used EVERY person in that van that week to work as His hands and feet to make this "rescue" possible. We know ONLY God can rescue. And He made that obvious by the way everything worked out in about 10 days time from when we met the boys to having them placed in this home.
4. When we got home we didn't know if we would really hear much from the placement home. But, IT HAS BEEN AMAZING! Alfred, the man in charge, communicates and shares pictures prolifically. I'm overwhelmed by all of it. And we can stay in touch with the boys as much as we want to. Again overwhelmed by the "beyond all we can ask or imagine God can do".
5. Keep in mind we never left home thinking "let's go rescue street boys". Seriously not one of us had this plan. YET GOD! DID!
I'm sure there is a long road ahead for everyone, but being allowe to be a small part of this unfolding and God's Provision blows my mind. We will Fix our Eyes on Jesus and the miracles he is revealing.
To Him be the Glory!
and that smile...well it is enough to keep me going for months!
Friday, December 6, 2013
Kenya vs. USA--differences in "culture"
In summary, I thought I'd post a few fun facts and things we noticed while on our trip.
Cultural differences
1. Food:
Overall the locals do not prefer cold drinks--whether it’s milk or soda or juices. They think we are crazy for wanting to drink cold stuff.
One of our favorite sodas was Stoney--a ginger soda.
Normally when I go to a different country I like to play around with trying the local food. I did. And it was not very tasty for the most part. There really isn’t much spice or flavor to it. Even though it had little flavor, I kind of liked Ugali. Kind of rubbery corn mush thing that you can use for grabbing other food on your plate. They do like fried whole fish and to peel all the head skin and bones off with their hands at the table. (Christine actually fed us a nice fish with tomato sauce and rice the first night we were there--that was the best Kenyan food I ate).
Ok I do give them the "White Coffee" and "milk tea" that they serve. Those are A Ma Zing!!! They use fresh milk often right from a cow and it does something to those beverages that is Beyond Words. SOO good!
Breakfast
Hot milk and hot water in a thermos on the table for drinking and for cereal, etc. (as in boiling) We drink everything cold. They don't.
Water
Nobody drinks tap water. All water is boiled for drinking. (except the kids at the first orphanage where conditions were even worse --they drank out of the hose tap even near the cows. yikes!!) or you drink bottled or filtered water.
2. Pace:
Everyone moves at a SLOW pace. (unless they are driving) Affectionately called “Kenyan” Time. I’m ok with that for the most part, but the most irritating part is at restaurants. Let’s just say speed is not essential. And being on time -- well, that’s optional too in general. Not all people of course, but it's a general pace that is MUCH slower and less demanding than ours.
3. Driving:
Traffic.
Nairobi. Well, it’s chaos. They drive on the left side of the road. Most of the time. Unless it isn’t convenient because of several factors like too much traffic, or pot holes or whatever. Then, it’s anything goes. There really wasn’t much logic to it at all. And pushing your way into a space is key. On the last Friday we were here, I was alone with Lucas and our driver Martin going to pick up Isaac in Mathare. There were busses packed with people worming their way through, and at one point driving half on the sidewalk and creating lanes that didn’t exist. People crossing over onto whatever side of the road was convenient and squeezing through whever it worked.
Main roads from Nairobi to Meru were well paved, etc. So that was good. And inside the city many were also paved. (but not all)
Road conditions. In many cases “road” was really not a word for what we were driving on. Particularly with the rainy season, potholes and dips in the road became mud holes. Our drivers made it through, but it was crazy. And I’m kind of done being jostled around like a ping pong ball in the car everywhere we go. lol
All roads have speed bumps. That is suppose to slow the traffic down I guess. And it does for the most part but it also gives a good headache after a while. Driving at a decent speed, hitting the brakes, shifting into different gears, jerking around, hitting the gas and moving again, just in time to hit more speed bumps. Craziness.
Police/Military stops. We came across several police blocks in the road where we had to stop and the driver had to talk to them. Sometimes a little disconcerting with machine guns wrapped around them. One time we had to go into our suitcases and dig out our passports.
4. Shopping.
Nakumartt was like a WalMart with food and household items and clothes. So that was kind of nice.
Other shopping for locals in particular is in little booths on the street in open air chaos kind of markets. From clothing items, to shoes, to watches, to food (tomatoes, cabbages, leafy vegies they cook, rice, beans; fruits like mangoes and apples, oranges and bananas). In Mathare we saw cages filled with live chickens just piled on top of each other. If you need a chicken they just take it out and butcher it right there and you take it home. We also saw butcher shops with meat hanging in windows.
Massai Market--This is a craft type market of local jewelry, purses, household items, clothing--kind of the fun market where you bargain for everything. I stink at bargaining. But, Linda was great at it.
5. Tribal People
We only really saw evidence of 2 particular tribes. Maybe more that I didn’t recognize.
The Massai and the Turkana. We actually went and visited the Turkana people. Really it’s amazing how they still hold onto those traditions and life. Unfortunately they are lacking in essentials many times like water and have to walk several miles to get it. Some of their sanitation--well, let’s just say, doesn’t exist. I know there are very specific family groups and even if they live next to another group it’s not always possible to cross that line. Each one has a different dress. And in the Turkana there are beads that they wear signifying different things about their marital status or clan that they belong to.
6. Slums
I have to say, I haven’t spent much time in American slums so I don’t have much to compare to. But, the roads themselves and the sewage in ditches, and smells and harsh conditions even for the kids to be living in, were shocking and eye opening.
7. Orphanages/Children's Homes
Since we don’t really have them here, again I cannot fully compare. But, each one had it’s variations. The New Start Center and IPI were both realatively clean and well managed and things looked in order. But, Mathare...yikes! Mud/cement floors with babies sitting in the mud playing with their shoes and dirt. Nobody really stops them. Yet, they are doing the best with what they have. And everyone is getting an education because that is what is Most important.
8. Language
One of the great things about Kenya (not sure about other countries in Africa) is most people speak some form of English. This is really nice for being able to communicate. There are many languages spoken, but it was nice to be able to communcate with most people.
Even the kids that didn't know much English or just general public would say these things:
"Hallo"
"How are you?"
"Welcome"
9. Utilities (water, electricity, etc)
In the city of Nairobi these things seem available to much of the population. But, I'm not sure how available in the slums.
Sometimes they are just optional.
Sometimes they go in and out on a whim. (even at Mercy's house in Meru-which was a very nice house by the way)
Sometimes they are just not available to segments of the population.(ie the Tribal people)
Sometimes people walk miles to get water--and I'm not sure if that is a well, or river or what.
10. Church
Lasted 4 hours. Amazing service included dancing and lots of singing, but different than our church in length of time, etc.
no such thing as "children's church" during the service. The kids just wander around outside unattended while mom and dad sit in church. =)
11. Education
For most people this is a TOP priority. They will do ANYTHING to find ways to educatate their children. And they value it even in the slums. They see it as a ticket out of the conditions they are in and TOTALLY a privelege. All kids wear uniforms to school even in the poorest schools. Do you think we value it as much? Do our kids? I'm not so sure sometimes.
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