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Thursday, October 17, 2013

The Storms We Weather...


I watch others excitedly jabbering away regarding vacations and trips of leisure.  My mind scans the days of the last two weeks.  Four weeks really as I seem to have been gone from "home" for so long now.  And as the pieces of this puzzle begin to slip into their perfect places, I am ever so thankful for an almost empty plane.  A row to myself, to cry, pray, read and write. 

Writing is my therapy; sorting and sifting through the events of late.  I'm sure the lady eyeing me across the aisle has no clue what we've been through...the hell we've visited.  The incredibly highest of highs, followed quickly by the lowest of lows on this newest emotional roller coaster we have boarded.  All at once panicking, praying, chewing our fingernails down to their nubs until the surgeon emerged with good news.  The joy we experienced knowing he removed ALL of the tumor, the tearful "thank you Jesus" we uttered as we embraced.  Choosing joy and peace for at least one day until we again faced  the nagging wait for the pathology results still looming before us.  So very and overwhelmingly grateful for the countless prayers, texts, meals, calls, visits and emails that brought Daddy to tears each time we reminded him of all the people who truly care.  How, with wet eyes he said "People are good.  People are so good" which gave us renewed hope in humankind. 

We were eternally grateful for affectionately named "Red Devil," our surgeon that traveled to the point of no return-where no surgeon would go but him.  The Anesthesiologist who himself updated us during surgery, since dad was doing so well, he could leave his post by his bedside.  He who exclaimed "Your dad is 84 going on 60!  He sailed through the surgery."  To countless nurses who gushed and ooohed and awwwed over our precious little man and chatted with us over the long hours we lived at that hospital.  Indeed, these medical professionals were planted in our path by God Himself to get us through this leg of the journey.

To our pastors who visited Dad daily and whose prayers went forth, unrelenting, unceasing, unending.

Truly the fingerprints of faith and love were evident and covered everything they touched.  Yet creeping into my personal journey of faith testing was an ever dark cloud.  A doubt-filled questioning of God's plan?  Why my Daddy Lord? A faithful Christ-follower, a generous and giving man, who through his life ate a plate of vegetables for lunch, exercised religiously and never touched a cigarette.  So why does he have to endure first open heart surgery and now this grim diagnosis of Pancreatic Cancer?  Was this Satan's final attempt to lure my Daddy into renouncing his King?  What would the long road ahead of us bring?  More cancer? Chemo therapy? Hasn't he suffered enough?  Oh Lord, when I get to heaven, oh the questions I shall ask of you!

The encouragement in the form of scriptures and words never ceases to amaze me.  I, too have been flooded with friends checking in and promising prayer.  Many friends I had lost touch with, were suddenly placed back into my life with constant love for which I will be eternally grateful.

Why then, do I feel washed over by God's love through people one moment and the next riddled by doubt and fear?  Why do I question those verses and feel so reluctant to read from your Word Lord?  As if I am pushing you away, yet anxiously yearning for you all at once...Why do I question my belief in YOUR plan?  Especially when I truly know that your plans are ALWAYS GOOD.  Why do I openly proclaim to others that indeed "All is well with my soul" when that is a lie?  Do I assume if I repeat it to myself often enough it will become self-fulfilling?  If I say it enough times it will somehow seep down into the depths of my heart?  Why do I question the good you bring from times of distress?  Why do I find it so difficult to praise you in this storm?  I feel it horribly impossible to translate your words into faith at this time in my life.  I read them and know them but how does that calculate into actually believing?

And yet at times I have felt your words permeate my soul as if you wrote them only for me.  As I read James 5:15 I cling to your promise.  "And the prayers of the faithful will heal the sick.  And He will raise him up..."  And you kept your promise.  A week after a horrible diagnosis and intense surgery you gave us back our husband, Daddy, grandfather.  For how long we do not know, but we are grateful and praise you with thanksgiving!  We pray unceasingly for clear results as our warriors join us in solidarity.  And then the question surfaces of why I deserve MY Daddy longer when so many others have lost their parents younger than I.  After all, he is 84 and has already led a story-worthy life.  And yet I have but one sincere request for you my Lord...PLEASE let him meet our Ethiopian son.  Please keep him here longer. 

In naive anger I shouted out loud to you "But it's not fair God!  You could have made our adoption move so much faster! You could have made him come home sooner!  Why have you made this process take so long, knowing this fate for my Daddy?" As if GOD is the selfish one.  And then I hear the still soft whisper saying "But daughter, it is you that has the selfish heart.  My will is far greater than your best-laid plans.  My will is good! You cannot yet see the tapestry I you the backside is ugly and unfinished but just wait until you see my great masterpiece.  You can only see what you desire..."

So I will choose to continue praying that my son will meet his Grampy on this earth.  For my daughter to bond more with her beloved grandfather, whom she adores.  I MUST believe that the desires of my heart will become God's will. 

Miracles have happened and I pray that more will follow.  I believe that God will use my Daddy's story to bless and strengthen others. 

On my journey out to be with him I heard a sermon on brokenness and realized that God moves us from the current pasture where we graze to one with fresh grass, not barren but plentiful and He intends to feed us there.  Our current pasture is dying and brown, but in order to enter this new pasture we must enter through the one and only gate.   In the words of my friend Phil Stacy, in a song he sings "There's no way around a river baby...gotta wade on in..."  The entrance gate may be ugly and it may be heart wrenching and painful to pass through.  But it is by passing through that we grow and become more like Christ. 

As I felt strongly as I was leaving my last visit home, God was beginning to prepare me for my Daddy's coming change.  I felt a nagging angst in viewing his marked decline since my last visit.  Urgency to be near him quickened my heart and mind.  As I boarded the pane two weeks ago today, I prayed God would hold my hand through the gate.  I felt a sense of dread preparing my mind and heart to take the first step.  Wouldn't it be much easier to live in denial? To lay in bed with tear-soaked pillowcases and tear-stained cheeks?  No, He was urging me forward and reaching for my hand.

And even now, as my faith wanes and I feel a void of any motivation to pray or trust, I believe in miracles.  Some days, like today, I am so weary with few tears left to cry and no prayers left to utter. It is then when my friends and the holy spirit step in and I let their prayers wash over me like the waves of the ocean, to bring new revival of my soul.   Even when I feel like letting go of all that has upheld me, I must remember the One who died for me and gave both me and my Daddy (and anyone else who asks) eternal life with Him.  Why would the One who parted the sea not comfort me now?  Why would the One who could melt mountains like wax not heal and cure my Daddys frail body?  Why would the One who promised to never leave no forsake me choose to let go of my hand?  My hairs are counted, the sparrow is not forgotten, the lillies of the field are clothed...So HE MUST care for me.
And so we choose to run the race of endurance he has brought forth.  Just as working out in the gym breaks  down and tears our muscle, only to rebuild it stronger, so does this race. Our greatest emotional and spiritual workout we are enduring just now, will only prove, through longsuffering and endurance, to make us stronger and more like Christ in character.  That is why you allow it Lord.  These times of stress and pain only turn out beautifully.  The fall from grace allows the bad, but just as since the beginning of time, you have worked only for redemption, restoration and grace and we KNOW that from the bad you craft the beauty of all that is GOOD.

Thank you Lord for the cleansing you bring.  For loving me even when I am angry and for using others to speak your truth to my heart to REFRESH AND REVIVE.

I CHOOSE to live in your PLAN, YOUR COMFORT and YOUR MIRACLES.  I will continue to pray for

Happy Fall Y'all

We had so much fun going to Southridge Farms for their "BIG RED BARN" in Santaquin, Utah.  Well worth the drive for the awesome hayride through their apple orchards, and playing on the giant slide and picking pumpkins in the patch!  We went with a bunch of church friends, and I invited my adoption friend Sarah, who instantly hit it off with my girls! :)  Here are all of the kiddos.  And yes, in true Macie fashion, here she is crying in another group shot! :)  The gal cannot be expected to sit long enough to have a picture! ha ha~
Love these two!  Micha and Naomi!
Running amok after our hayride!
Zoe, Zac and Abigail. 
After our hayridge, we got fresh apple donuts, cider and a coloring book!  What a great deal for $4!
I love this picture!  Nicki with Lucy and Naomi!
Such a fun ride!
Punkin' Patch
Me and my girl. :)  A rare moment of her sitting on my lap. 
Zac enjoying the view!
The Big Red Barn
Kiddos had ice cream too!
Cutest pose! :)  Oh, Zoe! :)
Awesome place! Totally worth the drive!
Asher, Evan, Micah and Naomi
The crew!
Mace chasing Luce!
Me and my girl!
Nicki and Luce!
Love Nicki's face!
What a great day to welcome fall!

Pickin' a Punkin'
So fun!
Mama scored 10 pounds of honeycrisp apples from the orchard.  YUM!

Now, on to things at home...
Homemade applesauce.  MMMMMMM SO GOOD!

Mama made this candle holder (well, filled it with leaves!) aaaawwww fall!

Thursday, October 10, 2013

Adoption update...

For SO. LONG.  I have dreaded this post.  Many times there were words that seemed to well up inside me that I may burst if I did not share.  My enthusiasm for this journey ebbs and flows.  One day I am on Cloud 9, envisioning all that our "Metcha" and "Gotcha" days will be.  Waiting on those steps, next to the concrete wall as I have seen in so many family adoption videos.  Waiting with eager anticipation for the first glimpse of my child and the first embrace, sniff of his skin, tears free-flowing.  And other days, well, there are the other days.  The days where my arms ache so badly in desire to hold him and my heart physical hurts in my chest.  The days where I am ready to throw in the towel.  The wait has been TOO LONG.  I'm tired of learning whatever God is teaching me. 
"But its all in God's timing." Or "I promise you will look back and not remember the angst."
  Of course I know they are right.  They've been there.  Of course I know that my precious child in my arms will erase and wipe out the memory of waiting and longing.  But for right now, some days I need to be IN THE MUCK.
When we began this journey the timeline for waiting was 4-6 months.  Many have asked why they have now increased it to 30-36 months.  We are at month 30!  I kid you not, each time we enter the "waiting window" the timeline is increased.  THIRTY.  MONTHS.  That is officially THREE biological pregnancies.  THREE!  Can you imagine?  And I do not jest when I say these words.  The HORMONES, MOOD SWINGS, and TEARS, are the SAME as biological pregnancy.  Been there.  Done it.  BOTH WAYS.  It sucks.  Anyway you shake it.
So what is taking so long you ask?  Lots of reasons.  The US wants to streamline processes with International Adoptions and their efforts to use legislation has only made things take MUCH LONGER.  Remember, Ethiopia has paper and pencils and the US computers.  Things take longer there.  There is a learning curve.  In an effort to curb selling babies (which is rare), we add more paperwork, we had more procedures, processes are switched to different offices within the US government (US Embassy to United State Citizen Immigration Services and vice versa).  T's must be crossed perfectly.  Parent interviews are repeated (even though Mom has said she wants to relinquish said child 3 times before).  I's must be dotted better.  A birthdate is written wrong by one day on a form.  More interviews are needed.  A paper is missing.  See the documentary I helped promote "STUCK" and it will explain it.  Grab a box of Puffs people.  You'll need it.
Meanwhile, children are languishing in these orphanages.  For every month in an institution, they lose one month development.  Now they are saying even when we get our child match, it may take 8-10 MORE MONTHS to actually walk through the door of our home with him.  That is 8-10 more months he waits for us.
There is a spiritual battle being waged my friends.  Why would Satan, want God's plan for redemption and restoration to occur?  Why would he want these precious babes to be in loving, Christian homes where they will hear about Jesus?  He doesn't.  And so he will fight a war to keep them there, suffering, missing a familial bond.  Wasting away.
(how I feel about my son)
I cannot say our agency doesn't have an amazing Transition home, where the children receive wonderful medical and psychological care.  The staff are all Christians.  We have a pediatrician and psychologist and attorney on staff, not to mention drivers and tour guides who spend countless hours with the children.  THEY ARE LOVED.  But they are loved by MANY.  And they need attachment and bonding with their family to create strong neurological pathways for attachment in their brains. Their care is amazing.  But their care in a nuclear family would be oh, so, much, better. 
And so, we wait.  And in the wait we've been lazy.  We have a long list of books we should be reading.  And then life gets in the way.  Sometimes I think that God is waiting for us to finish learning something, or reading a certain book or something...and when we do, He will finally end this journey...This is precious time we should be studying and preparing.  I'll admit we are slacking.   And it is hard to prepare and be reminded everyday while reading an attachment book, that your son is still so far away...
And so we begin round 3 of the paperchase.  Again we complete physicals, again we get fingerprinted, interviewed and probed, get checked for countless diseases, fill out updated financial forms, get more background checks, get things notarized, signed, sealed and delivered to our family coordinator. 
I never thought I'd be doing this yet again.
We're experts now...
And so I long for this precious child.  I'm not sure what else to say.  My apologies are that this post may seem a little down.  I'm having one of those days where I'm not too optimistic.  We've not had a referral/match for 3 months and we've not moved up on the list for equally as long. 
So, we're still number
Which is better than 23 like last I posted.  So we will hurry up, get our paperwork updated and wait some more.
And as the fall quickly fades into winter, we know that Christmas is around the corner.  And again, like the 4 Christmases since we started this process, we will wish he was here.  But until then...
For him there will be