2 Cute 2 be 2! How can it be?!

2 Cute 2 be 2!  How can it be?! My littlest girl is 2 this week.  These moments are bittersweet in some ways as adoptive parents.  After all, there are no warm-fuzzy memories in the hospital. I was not even there.  I was not the one who got to "bring her home." She was hand-delivered though. All 4lbs delivered by not one, but 3 social workers! They did tell me that one did the slow driving dad's usually do, one did the navigating, and one sat there and stared at our 4 lbs. of sweetness.   I did not know she was here the first week in January of 2013.  But, 10 days later my life changed forever.  I never knew that new year would bring the birth of my 4th child, and oh my goodness am I thankful. 

At 9 mos old I let her go, but now I have been able to see her grow into a full-blown toddler. I don't know why folks say the "terrible twos."  I have always thought that 2 year olds are pretty fun, interesting, and the things they say/communicate are just hilarious!  Threes are really where they start pushing my buttons I think:), but 2 year olds in pig tails...well, they are just cuteness.

Fostering Journey Part 3!

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I could not have said it better myself!   I loved this blog read today.  I am so sick of Christians saying they can't foster b/c they can't let kids go.  Our GOD is bigger than that folks!  I know it is not for all families, but if just one church family in SC would take on loving one orphan, well, then we would not have any kids waiting for homes!  To be truly pro-life --consider it!

We had two bilingual kids this weekend, and while is was complex for reasons I can't really get into it was FUN too. They were funny, and my kids flat out LOVED it! I wish I could post pictures of them to share how much fun they had at the waterfall we hiked to.

I wish I could show you his little face when he realized that J was a REAL COWBOY, while out a 4 wheeler ride to see the "vacas."

He had never heard of the word CHURCH...and he thought when I said Jesus I was referring to our cat Josie and had just misspoke!  I loved telling him about what both of those things mean!  Thank you God for that opportunity!

"This is about the least of these. This is about children up the road from our homes who are living through hell. Who are scared. And beaten. And molested. And broken. This is about children who simply need a consistent parent figure to say you are worth it.
You are worth me possibly getting my heart broken in the process of loving you. You are worth my home being turned upside down while we all adjust to each other. You are worth extra laundry, extra cleaning, extra doctor visits, extra homework, extra diapers. Jesus died for you, precious one, so you are worth the room in my heart and life to love you. Even if it’s only for a time. Even if a little piece of me dies if you go away. 
You are worth me getting too attached and the pain I will feel if you go.

Nothing about following Christ is tame or safe or easy. He often asks us to do things that are difficult and demanding. 

But He is worth every sorrow we face.

Do I worry when they leave? Of course, I do.  Do I lose sleep the night they come...for nights during...worrying even after they leave.

But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me.
 
Yes.  It is worth it.  It draws me closer to my God.  I ask him some tough questions sometimes.  Each of them teach me something about living life, and they instruct our family to be compassionate.  I am so thankful.