Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Adventure and the River Glorious

My brother-in-law, Alvin, was up visiting last week,
and we had ourselves a little adventure!
Here's the footage...

(If you want to hear the sound better, pause the music at the bottom of the blog first.)

We took off 4x4ing in the beautiful countryside behind Lake Lopez and ended up in Creston.

We brought along a book we've been going through and had a sweet devotional time.
Quite coincidentally, the next song
in "Hymns for a Kid's Heart"
"Like a River Glorious"
by Frances Ridley Havergal
So we sat by our little river in God's beautiful creation
and learned of a woman who loved Jesus and sang for His glory.
Like a river glorious is God's perfect peace,
Over all victorious in its bright increase;
Perfect, yet it floweth fuller every day,
Perfect, yet it groweth deeper all the way.
Stayed upon Jehovah, hearts are fully blest,
Finding, as He promised perfect peace and rest.
We also sang "I've got a River of Life Flowing out of Me" with the motions of course.
And ended with a prayer.
And we took lots of pictures and skipped a lot of rocks...

The one good photo of me! :P

My Lil' Huck and Tom


The Boyz
Sweet times!! High adventure!!

Friday, December 19, 2008

My Heart for the Unborn: Part 4

(Read part 1 here, part 2 here, and part 3 here.)

In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice;

in the morning I lay my requests before you

and wait in expectation.

Psalm 5:3

I have never audibly heard the voice of God, but there have been many times in my life He has distinctly spoken to my heart. As I prayed the morning I would have my first ultrasound, I was given a very clear answer. I asked God to prepare my heart for whatever the ultrasound might reveal... specifically, that if I was carrying a Down's baby, I would have an unconditional, God-given love for it. The answer came before I even stood up, and it was two-fold. The baby did not have Down's Syndrome and it would be a boy... not the girl I was convinced it would be. The secondary answer actually surprised me more than the first, as this pregnancy (with migraines and stroke-like symptoms) had been so different from my pregnancy with Josh.

Indeed, the technician confirmed what I already knew, and I remember Patrick was surprised that I wasn't taken aback by any of it. It was one of many gifts God would give to me in conjunction with this pregnancy.

Other gifts came in the form of verses given to me by three different women on the same day. I wrote Isaiah 43:2 (from a beautiful mother a 3), 1 John 4:18 (from a beautiful friend struggling with infertility), and Psalm 18:2 (from the beautiful woman who gave birth to me) on little 3x5 cards and packed them for the hospital. These were such treasures and affirmations of God's presence throughout Jason's delivery as Patrick faithfully read them to me. I'm not sure how I even heard this Scripture through all of my yelling, but somehow the Word transcended.

And then there was the gift of the doctor who happened to be on call at sunrise on June 10, 2005. Not my normal doctor, but the one I had prayed for and God graciously allowed to be there... the one that didn't make me feel like a number or a bad girl. I know this will sound so bizarre, but he asked me if I wanted to see my placenta, as I was comfortably nursing my newborn. He called it an amazing home that had been so perfectly made for my baby, and I felt like in that moment he was affirming the blessing of life. I get tears in my eyes even thinking how much that meant to me.

I am so amazed and thankful for 2 adorable little boys. They are a blessing I never thought I would have. You see, I had a series of health issues in my 20's, and I honestly didn't think I'd ever be able to conceive. I had a few adopted friends growing up, and I was completely at peace about taking that route... something Patrick and I had agreed upon while we were courting. Recently, as we have been talking and praying about having another child, we have been given direction once again. Having another biological child is not in God's plan for our family... in fact, I would feel disobedient in doing so. No, this child whether unborn, or a child perhaps living in my own community, will be one who needs our family, and we will have the honor of adopting just as God adopted us into His own family.

And thus begins our journey to become Foster Adopt parents.
We will wait in expectation...

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Come, Emmanuel

"Love that begins us,

Pardons and wins us,

Come and reign in us,


This year, I learned a new song called "Come, Emmanuel." Not the traditional one, which is also one of my favorites, but I realized that I love music that speaks of the incarnation... Emmanuel, God with us.

I've been studying the book of Joshua and recently read the account of the Israelites setting up Shiloh, as the site in the midst of the Promised Land, that would be set apart for the tabernacle. Shiloh is actually a word that refers to Messiah. I think it is such a beautiful foreshadowing and also speaks so much of a God who is not aloof, but wants to dwell with us, in the center of our existence. He communed with Adam and Eve in the cool of the evening in the Garden, He was a covering by day and the light by night while the Israelites wandered through the wilderness, He dwelled among His people in the tabernacle... And then His very Word became flesh and dwelt among us, Yeshua the Christ.

As I sit typing, Sophie's warm little dog body is limp with sleep on my feet. And when I get up, my children will follow me as a walk to another room. Our hearts are wired for community, aren't they? We long to be with one another, to be known by one another. Our Creator has made us in His image, with the desire to commune.

In the midst of the Christmas hustle and bustle, I am reminding myself that I need to commune with Emmanuel, letting Him reign in me as I commune with others. I don't want to miss His presence, His glory, or His beauty. He is indeed, Emmanuel, God with us.

Do you have a favorite song, celebrating Emmanuel? I would love to hear about it!

Tuesday, December 9, 2008

My Favorite Christmas Movie...

I'm not certain if Little Women qualifies as a Christmas movie,
but if it does, it's my favorite.
My darling husband gave me a little break this evening, so I'm holed up in my bedroom watching the March family... and Laurie.
And sipping my favorite tea... thank you, my darling husband.
Oh, all the love and generosity and sacrifice and sisterhood and perseverence...
I've already cried 3 times.
What's your favorite Christmas movie?

Friday, December 5, 2008


It just occured to me as I was sitting and cuddling with my little J-bear (who incidentally is doubling as Superman in his caped pajamas these days), that I must have started blogging about a year ago. I went back to my first post and yes, indeed, my "blog-iversary" was yesterday, December 4th.

Some thoughts on year 1...

I've savored processing my thoughts in this way.
I've remembered that I once really loved to write, and I'd forgotten that until now.
I've learned so much reading about other people's lives in "blogland."
I've enjoyed making new friends and keeping the old.
I've shared my heart and been encouraged by others who have shared their own.
I've accumulated about 10 gray hairs... but I think that may just be a coincidence and not blog related. I don't think it can be scientifically proven either way. :)

Year 2, here we go...
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