Monday, October 31, 2011

Painfully Full on Halloween Night

I just returned from having so much fun with the sweetest group of friends. It is truly delightful to see so many of our family of believing friends making such precious memories together while our kids are so little.  These are truly some of the best days of our lives.   I am sitting here lamenting my full belly and trashing desserts and figuring out what candy to keep/give away and I read this update from Make Way (if you've been reading here...you know how I love this organization and what they do. This blogpost is really convicting. I wish I could send them some food...but it is such a complex world we live in. Still, there is something we can do!


MWP Report: October 31, 2011 - www.makewaypartners.org
   


Going to the most vulnerable & least protected to end human trafficking.
Amos, a medical missionary who has worked in Sudan for more than 20 years (and is joining the MWP team in January) is in Renk, Sudan right now. Renk is near our New Life Ministry orphanage where the food crisis is hitting our orphans the hardest.
Amos reports, “There is no food in the markets and the Northern government will not allow food to be shipped in. Locals are forced to smuggle food in during the night.”
In the meantime, our indigenous director has been under great pressure from the corrupt businessmen to purchase the food they have stolen from USAID. He has drawn a clear line in the sand by telling them, “No. We will not empower you to continue to steal from the very orphans this food was intended to feed. God willing, we will find another source.”
Our logistician is in Uganda today trying to close the negotiations and secure transportation for the food to feed our orphans, the beloved children who have become a central part of all our lives.
I admit that four weeks ago, when I sent the first email to you explaining our food crisis, I felt something less than hope that little ole MWP would be able to raise nearly half a million dollars in the short span of four weeks. It all felt so doubtful. So I did what I do most every time I feel despair: I cried out to God the agony of living in a fallen broken world and asked Him to glorify Himself. And, I asked you to be a part of that glory.
When Milton and I first formed MWP, nearly ten years ago, we struggled with what to name this fledging organism that sprung from our grief over innocent children being trafficked. At that time, Milton was leading our family in a Bible study covering all the foreshadowing of Christ, all those times throughout the Old Testament where God used other people as an example (or foreshadow) of Who was and is to come.
We “happened” to be studying the life of Joseph in Genesis when we discovered our first brothel of Portuguese orphans. In the Genesis story, when Pharaoh adopts Joseph, he sends his chief guard out ahead of Joseph shouting, “Bow the Knee” or “Make Way” for the coming of Pharaoh’s son. Of course, we see this exact same thing with John the Baptist as he “makes way” for Christ.
We know this is what the Church is to be doing today as we make way for the second coming of Christ, where the Kingdom will be fully known and every knee will bow…all will be made right. Eden will be restored.
Today, though, we live a long distance east of Eden, and a long, long way from all being right with the world. So, nearly ten years ago, we named this new organism, birthed from grief over the darkest evil preying upon children of the Fall, Make Way. As the words came to us, they felt right and, yet, something felt unfinished in that name. We kept praying, seeking. Then the rest of the story came.
We felt so alone, and we knew we could not fight this evil alone. The Church was meant to stand together, usher in the Kingdom together. Saving, rescuing, protecting and loving the world’s most vulnerable orphans was not our job, alone. We knew that we needed partners, many partners throughout the Body of Christ. Thus, the name was born: Make Way Partners. The name, the work, belongs to all of us, for YOU have become the answers to those lonely, broken prayers.
Your listening, prayers, phone calls, notes, emails, Facebooking, Tweeting, networking, and shared sleepless nights have rescued God’s precious ones from one more threat upon their lives. In just four weeks, you have given more than $400,000 toward their food crisis.
Not only have YOU given, but you have invited others to participate in this miracle, and thus we have had more “first time” givers donate to MWP than in any single month since our birth!
God has used gifts ranging from $25 to $100,000 to accomplish this miracle. One of the most moving stories, to me, came from a young couple with little children of their own who prayed for weeks over how to respond. They kept hearing God direct them toward giving a gift that seemed impossible for them. They waited, prayed some more, and asked again. They heard the same astounding figure. They counted the cost, examining the sacrifices their own family would have to make in order to be obedient. Today, they called me to say they were sending the gift.
Saturday, October 1st was the day I learned that the East African drought soared our food bill from $90,000 annually to nearly half a million dollars. As I prepared to write you that morning, Milton led us in prayer that not only would God hear our prayers to feed the orphans, but that He would be glorified greatly through it all.
Milton prayed specifically that all our partners know His glory as He used each of us to our ability, and that our orphans would know He’d heard their plea, and moved mightily through His Body to feed them.
Those of you who pray, weep, give, and share the story know how beautiful it is to be the broken alabaster jar spilt over His aching heart as He weeps for the orphans. Thank you, Jesus, for hearing our prayers and the indescribable joy of participating in a tiny bit of your suffering.
Although we are still about $60,000 short of our half a million dollar goal, I must make a decision today. I am authorizing our logistician to order the food knowing we will have to wire him the money by the end of this week, Friday November 4th. I will keep you in the loop as our truckload of food makes way from Uganda across hundreds of miles of roadless, lawless land toward Darfur, and our waiting orphans.
If you would like to be a part of this unfolding miracle, donate today, and continue to invite others to reap the joy through sharing the updates on Facebook, Twitter, and your email list. 
Love, your sister, in search of Eden,
k


If you have some extra blessing consider giving to the hungry on the other side of the world.

I have been thinking a lot of faith recently and how a lack of it is total disobedience. I had a day a week or so ago where I was really wobby and when I hit the bottom God sent hope...just in time.

Kimberly Smith's faith totally inspires me to have greater faith.  If you want to read a book that will completely change your world view check out Passport Through Darkness by her.  It is a missionary journey like you would never hear about in Sunday School.

Some quotes I love lately-
Faith is putting all your eggs in God's basket, then counting your blessings before they hatch.
Ramona C. Carroll

Bless more; blame less.
Marianne Williamson

Thursday, October 20, 2011

To remind me of who you are...

Not sure I believed every word of this song...but then...God "reminded me of who he is..."



His perma-smile always reminds me of God's love!
So faithful. So constant.
So loving and so true.
So powerful in all You do.

You fill me. You see me.
You know my every move
and You love for me to sing to You.

I know that You are for me.
I know that You are for me.
I know that You will never,
forsake me in my weaknesses

I know that You have come now,
even if to write upon my heart.
To remind me who You are.

So patient, So gracious,
So merciful and true…
So wonderful in all You do.
You know me. You see me.
You know my every move.
You love for me to sing to You

Lord, I know that You are for me.
I know that You are for me.

I know that You will never,
forsake me in my weaknesses.
I know that You have come now,
even if to write upon my heart.

To remind me that
I know that You are for me.
I know that You are for me.
I know that You will never,
forsake me in my weaknesses.
I know that You have come now,
even if to write upon my heart.
To remind me who You are.

I know that You are for me.
I know that You are for me.
I know that You will never,
forsake me in my weaknesses.
I know that You will come now,
even if to write upon my heart.
To remind me of who You are.

Monday, October 10, 2011

10 years and it all falls apart! ha! Secret blog...Finding A Good Man

You know you still are crazy about your man when Sunday night comes and you are sad that he has to go back to work for the week.  10 years and I still LOVE being with him.
I'm glad the marriage is going strong at 10 years b/c not much else is making it!

I just went to a wedding shower and I had totally forgotten how fluffy washcloths and towels were!

In between the towels becoming burlap and the blender having buttons that you have to guess what is what b/c the words are all faded away we have lost our TV, our mattress was a taco, and our walls needed a seriously new coat of paint this summer.  Not to mention, that our furniture is ratty from the throw up and dirty shoes.  Things I can't tackle now, but I need to are the carpet is way past its prime, and our lawn mower is barely making it.  While we were in the doldrums over small and large items disintegrating on us J added in that he just had to have a new chainsaw before winter. I don't know much about chainsaws so I wonder if he was just pulling the wool over my eyes, but I fell for it in the landslide of things that were dying I thought it might be true.  So, now that we have a new chain saw we also decided to take down all the dead trees that were dying due to goats eating them and lightening striking them this year.  See, even trees have gone kaput this year.   I don't know what the 20 year mark is going to be like, but the 10th year has been rough on us financially.  It is like I need another wedding shower at the decade mark!

Then, the last straw was the coffee maker, even the coffee maker, the simplest of appliances just up and died on us the other day.

So, to mark 10 years I thought I would shed some light on how to find a good man, in my opinion, based on how happy I have been with my choice.   

(This is the secret part.  If he knew I wrote this I would be forced to take it down because he doesn't want me bragging on him.)

I know that some women marry for money. To each his own. Most any man has the ability (with the right amount of “gumption” as we say in the South –either for education, hard work, or family money as seed money for a risk-taking adventure) can get rich.  However, I suggest that women look for a man who has some other characteristics that might come in handy more often in REAL life.



Proud Papa!


Always has time to wrestle with nephews...this is why my family calls him "the bonus."
 For example…

He does not bring home work or a grouchy attitude  from work.  

When a woman says, “I left my bag in the car.”  A good man like mine will say (he does usually anyway)…do you want me to get it? Or I’ll get it later or sometimes he’ll even go and get it.

When I pull in from work late at night with groceries/loads of paper he doesn’t sit there or wave at me, he gets up and comes to help me unload the car.


He is not too proud to drive a mini-van because that is the most pragmatic vehicle for this season of our life!

He is unselfish with his time. 

Although he has plenty of stuff to do on his own to-do list, he takes time to spend quality time with me, which is my love language.  

Although he’d rather fish alone, he spends a lot of time untangling our fishing wire and getting it out of trees.

Although he’d rather hunt during hunting season he still won’t miss small group or a soccer game.

Even though he’d like to come home and “unwind” like some men in the Lazy Boy instead he heads to the playroom to find us and engage with his kids!

He cuts the grass even when he thinks it doesn’t need cutting…but someone else does.

He will drive a mower with the mowing deck tied on, it barely moving, and belts breaking every other time he mows until we have the money to buy a better one. 
He looks all over town for some home improvement thing I want, even if he really doesn’t agree with my “want.”  

He's a good teacher too!
He is not too close-minded to talk to  just about anybody about anything.  

He will read anything you ask him to…even if he’d rather be reading something he likes…because in the end he might like it or at least we can talk about it b/c I thought it was great!

He will sit in the car happily while I “run-in” places, which actually might take a lot longer than I thought.

When I come home with our children, he comes to the car to help us get all our things and people inside.

He will drive a mower with the mowing deck tied off, it barely moving, and belts breaking every other time he mows until we have the money to buy a better one.

He never complains about the food made.

He will stay home for me to go out with friends without whining or complaining but instead treasuring the time to make memories with the boys. 

He has finally been trained to take the trash without being asked-usually.

He spends hours on Google trying to figure out how to fix all sorts of things so that we don’t have to pay someone else to do it.  He has literally saved us thousands of dollars figuring out how to fix cars, trucks, house issues, etc. 

He will drive junky cars so that I can be home with the kids during the day.

He prays EVERY night for our kids' future spouses.

He prays EVERY night with the kids.


He teachers them all about the Bible and...how to deal with bullies.  I have to come and stop the talking at bedtime...but I am so thankful for all the communicating going on with 3 men. 


He still kisses me goodnight EVERY night before bed.

He still lavishes affection on me and the kids.  He is generous with compliments.  


He doesn't make a big deal out of stuff that is just NOT a big deal. 

I had to just take a moment in my married life history and say...Yeah! I got it right!  Whew...

Sunday, October 9, 2011

Fall Sunday with the Family!




 We had a splendid fall adventure this Sunday!  Today after church, we hit North Georgia’s 2nd highest point –Rabun Bald—and enjoy the wonderful reds and yellows of fall in the mountains.  And, I got some more yummy, fresh apples. You know they are super-fresh when you bite them and they immediately start turning brown...I guess it is fewer chemicals or something?  

We did not remember the 4W drive road being quite like a mountain climb.  “Road” is a generous word for the “trail” we were on in the truck.  It was so rough that I has sweaty palms and major crick in my neck when we were done.  We all agreed it might have been too adventurous and we would walk the mile next time!  Ha!  So, we finished the last mile on foot when the road closed, and the views were worth all the stress of the rough ride.  Next, we headed to some nearby falls.  Like Nature always does,  she rewarded the boys with a fun sliding area next to the falls---no water required.  They were flying.  J built a nice fire and we hung out there and played around the mid-way area of this waterfall.  All in all, the boys hiked over 2 miles and we enjoyed our time with them immensely! Thank you God for giving us such fun, healthy children! 


With innovation and technology, seems we have forgotten to cherish the true beauty the world has to offer.  ~A.C. Van Cherub










This is the cakewalk portion of the road. No photos were taken during the real ride.



Happiness flutters in the air whilst we rest among the breaths of nature.  ~Kelly Scheaffer







NC view

Love those colors!


One of the world's happiest boys.





Friday, October 7, 2011

Soccer and Salvation and …another book I love!

I LOVE this picture.  Celebration and one stellar Daddy in action.
This past spring Jeb decided to ask Jesus Christ to come into his life and then this past week he took the plunge to make the decision public. For a decently shy guy who does NOT like others looking at him he was super brave, and we were so proud of him.  You can tell from some of the looks on his face that he was really nervous, but I gave him lots of opportunities to wait and never wavered on getting in that water!    We were so thankful lots of family and friends could be there with us for this special time!  Our church really knows how to throw a party and my kids were thrilled with the petting zoo.  Baptism is indeed party-worthy!  Also, if you ever thought spiritual warfare did not exist I am here to say –it does.  There have been so many opportunities this past week in his life for spiritual growth and discussion that I am weary from battle this morning.  I am so happy that he has chosen to embrace our faith as his own and I pray that he will never, ever walk away and choose something different than obedience to Christ and God’s word.  I know that his life will be filled with blessing (not easy or always happy or perfect) and that he will have the abundant life God had planned for him from the start if he will follow God’s wisdom as he goes through life.  Isaiah 33:6:
He will be the sure foundation for your times, 
   a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; 
   the fear of the LORD is the key to this treasure.










Caleb loves Mr. Jeremy.  He really thinks Jeremy needs a son..and he wants to be that man! ha!

Soccer! The boy is obsessed with soccer. When he is not playing a game, he is thinking about it or talking about it, OR we are playing the backyard or he is kicking around stuffed animals or anything he can in the house. Though he is MUCH smaller than many of the other kids on his team he is a scrappy little guy out on the field. He does not give up on getting that ball and with his agility really does a great job moving the ball down the field! After his games, he is so pumped up that it takes us a while to gear him down. J thinks it is really funny to watch because he never really got stoked about sports, but his Mama remembers well how revved up I used to be after a softball game or a tennis match! We have been able to go to two University soccer games this year and he really enjoys watching the college guys boot that ball. Not only does Jeb have fun, but the kids on his team are just precious. He has had the best coach and teammates the past couple years. I am so thankful! In another note, J and I had to coach the team one day while the coach was away and boy was that fun and stressful! I had no idea how exhausting that it was to remember where you’ve let who play, how long this one has been on the bench, encourage them like crazy, and not make any parents mad!







Caleb. Always happy.







Yes, I have almost finished an entire book while waiting in carpool lines! I have been re-reading/reviewing The Five Love Languages of Children by Chapman and Campbell.

From Amazon: Does your child speak a different language? Sometimes they wager for your attention, and other times they ignore you completely. Sometimes they are filled with gratitude and affection, and other times they seem totally indifferent. Attitude. Behavior. Development. Everything depends on the love relationship between you and your child. When children feel loved, they do their best. But how can you make sure your child feels loved? …And your love language may be totally different from that of your child. While you are doing all you can to show your child love, he may be hearing it as something completely opposite. Discover your child's primary language and learn what you can do to effectively convey unconditional feelings of respect, affection, and commitment that will resonate in your child's emotions and behavior.



Well, I really thought that Jeb’s language was Quality Time (QT-like mine). However, I found quickly that after reading the chapter on Physical Touch (PT) that I really think it was more of that. He says that PT people love to wrestle/play sports with you, etc., b/c that involves physical contact and proximity…hummm…well, I started thinking about how he loves to get in my lap when he is upset, to snuggle more than Cay, etc., and so I started applying more of this (which does NOT come totally natural to me) and so I have really noticed that we are closer and that taking him in my arms can solve an attitude problem in no time!



Cay on the other hand was easy to nail. He is a Words of Affirmation kid! (WA). If you don’t give him some WA when he has done something great, he will ask for it! I also have a nephew who loves me to say words to confirm that he does the coolest tricks! They live for praise! He even when so far as to ask J and I what we tell our students about him!!!! I laughed my head off on that one! He has even said before, “why are you proud of me?” I have really had to work on not giving superficial “good jobs” but really looking for ways to specifically praise him for Godly character traits during his day. For one, this man loves to help/serve.



I am sure their languages may change over the years and I am sure they have more than one and I am sure that ALL kids really lavish with a bit of all of the love languages…still, I think it has benefitted our relationship to be aware of these. It does not matter how much YOU love your child, if they don’t FEEL loved and accepted, well, it is no good. Just hoping to bear some fruit with them and develop a healthy long-term relationship…I need you God!

John 15:4-5

The Message (MSG)

4"Live in me. Make your home in me just as I do in you. In the same way that a branch can't bear grapes by itself but only by being joined to the vine, you can't bear fruit unless you are joined with me.

5-8"I am the Vine, you are the branches. When you're joined with me and I with you, the relation intimate and organic, the harvest is sure to be abundant. Separated, you can't produce a thing. Anyone who separates from me is deadwood, gathered up and thrown on the bonfire. But if you make yourselves at home with me and my words are at home in you, you can be sure that whatever you ask will be listened to and acted upon. This is how my Father shows who he is—when you produce grapes, when you mature as my disciples.