Sorry, Not Sorry: A note to my children

I love you with all my heart, I’m not sorry for that. I prayed a long time for each of you, many prayed with me. I know that you are God’s, and he has only allowed me to hold you, to shepherd you, while you are here on earth. And so, I have to answer to him that I’ve given my best effort to do all the things.

You complained today that your friend has all the toys from McDonald’s, but we don’t eat there often enough.

We never have all the good snacks, only fruit. Sometimes cookies. And you don’t like granola bars.

I yelled at you today when you ran from me in the parking lot. I was afraid and there was a car coming.

You wanted to run and play but I wouldn’t let you go that far, out of my sight to the other side of the playground without me.

You struggle against the idea of a safety net.

You climb to the highest point on the playground.

You want to stand in the buggy and ride in the street.

You scream “faster, faster” and “push me higher”. There are times when I have to close my eyes or clinch my fists, and others I must grab hold of you.

You told me that you hate your church clothes and why do we have to go to church anyway. It’s so difficult on Sunday mornings, but then there is no sweeter sound than your little voice singing praises to God. And when you tell me about how you shared with your friend at lunch, my heart melts.

You lost your temper today when I wouldn’t let you play with the lighter or start the fire on your own. I read a story about a child who was badly burned while starting a fire.

You constantly climb outside of the netting on the trampoline. Santa promised he wouldn’t deliver a trampoline without a safety net.

You asked me when can you spend the night with your friend and when I talked to you about the rules Daddy and I agreed on, you cried and were angry with me. I remember missing out on some things when I was a girl due to my parent’s rules. I also remember several friends whose parent’s weren’t so protective.

Those little floaties won’t let you dive down for pennies. I know a mommy whose little girl fell in without her floaties.

You want to unbuckle your seat belt and climb around in the car since we are almost home. Last year a baby girl just your age was taken too soon from her family in a devastating car accident.

Why must I cut up your grapes?

Why no balloons?

Why can’t you play with the pocket knife without mom or dad watching?

And the time limits and restrictions on what you can watch on the tablet or computer. But Why, MOM? WHY?

One day when you are a momma or daddy, you will understand.

You will see that all of the things you hate about how I limit you are really all of the ways I protect you.

Those boundaries I put in place aren’t to keep you in, they are to keep the wolves out.

I love you my children and for that I’m not sorry.

Broken pieces

If you were raised in church or have been in church for long, I suspect you have heard the analogy of the potter and the clay. The christian is the clay. God is the potter. The jest of the story is that God is molding us through our experiences, he is painfully and painstakingly creating a masterpiece with us. In this analogy, we start as an unformed mass. The potter shapes us through a painful process, adding water, spinning us on a wheel, and applying pressure in just the right places. This is a great analogy for growth through pain and being changed in the process.

I’d like to expand the potter/clay analogy because there are events, circumstances and tragedies that also shape our lives. Events not caused by God, but allowed by God. Events that are a part of the humanity of man, born out of sin and a fallen world. Imagine the potter carefully applying his hands to the clay, molding shaping and turning it into a beautiful vase, when outside the window a storm begins to brew. The potter is unaffected, but the humidity changes the consistency of the clay to water ratio and the vase flattens. The potter adjusts and reforms the vase into the tall vase he had imagined and places the masterpiece in a prominent place on a shelf to set. Once set, the vase holds water and a beautiful floral arrangement. It receives compliments and admiration. The pot brings glory to the skills of the creator.

But one day the creator’s pet, a large dog, bounds into the room, knocking the table, the shelf and the vase to the floor. The vase shatters. The potter was there, he could have stopped the dog, he could have caught the vase, but he didn’t. He simply picks up the broken pieces of the vase and creates something new, a new piece with a new purpose, a stepping stone or, by adding holes, strings a necklace or a wind chime. The broken pieces still have value to their creator, and he does not discard them. God uses our broken pieces just like he used us as a clump of clay. A new purpose for a new season.

When the circumstances of life knock you down and break you, your creator is there. He is not surprised, he quietly begins to scoop up your bruised ego, your fractured heart, your fearful inner voice, your lonely soul and he begins to reshape you. Only this time, he recreates you. He doesn’t just make you new: he makes you a new creation. When you are broken, you become changed and he uses your broken-ness to teach you how to become something new for a new purpose, HIS new purpose. And strangely enough, God is really great about finding a way for whatever broke you to be a big part of your story. We don’t get to bury our story, he wants to bring it to the light and use it. Whatever broke you is what made you who you are and gave you purpose, the purpose of seeing that same type of breaking in another life.

“So I went down to the potter’s house, and there he was working at his wheel. And the vessel he was making out of clay was spoiled in the Potter’s hand, and he reworked it into another vessel, as it seemed good to the potter to do.” Jeremiah 18:3-4

Keep saying Yes

Our current journey is one that we are traveling down a road of uncertainty. We know that it will bring as much heartache as joy, and yet we are choosing to travel it. Through watching a family that I very greatly respect begin foster care a few years ago, my soul began to be touched. I was moved by the Holy Spirit to learn more, to become involved in some way. Neil and I have begun the certification process, which means that we are taking classes and readying our home for a home study. There are a lot of emotions and thoughts that brings with it. Growth is necessary any time you are called outside of your comfort zone, and I believe that is very Biblical. Jesus didn’t promise us comfort, in fact, he said we would have trouble in life “for his name’s sake.” I have decided that there is no better way to live my life than to answer his call: whatever that might mean.

The current foster care curriculum is called, “A Journey Home.” We attended a session recently where we talked a lot about brain chemistry and how newborn brains develop. The brain of a new baby is undeveloped except for the lower brain and the amygdala—the need/pleasure center. All a baby knows is that there is a need and they know how to cry. So the little baby cries out and when the mother or father meets their need by answering for their cries little pathways begin to develop into their frontal/upper brain. The cause and effect, cry and be soothed, becomes a routine for the child. This process happens over and over and the child learns trust; when I cry my needs are met and I feel secure. All the while, the child is growing in other areas and the brain’s capacity for learning and intelligence is also increasing. However, if the child’s cries are not answered, if the child is neglected or mistreated, instead of these pathways being developed, the brain gets a wash in dopamine (the fight, flight or flee hormone) which actually stunts growth and creates something similar to a drug addiction, causing decreased ability to reason or regulate emotions. So our speaker today actually said that for an infant, it’s important that their caregiver just continues to say “YES” to their needs. That’s key to the development of a healthy child, the development of a healthy trust relationship with a caregiver. That’s why we see failure to thrive in children with poor attachment such as orphanages and care facilities.

Interestingly, there’s a foster care movement complete with T-shirts and hats, called “KEEP SAYING YES.” (Find it here: Http://www.fosterflorida.org/store.html) It refers to the need for foster families to just keep saying yes to each new call, each new need, each child who needs a family. I couldn’t help but make the connection, but I’d like to take it one step further.

As is so often the case, we find that the Bible gives us a great example and this principle is laid out for us in our relationship with God. The Bible tells us that with God as our loving, compassionate Father, giving us the spiritual milk of His word daily, we can begin to grow into mature Christians.

1 Peter 2:2 “Like newborn infants, long for the spiritual milk, that by it you may grow up in your salvation.”

Hebrews 5:13-14 “You need milk, not solid food, for everyone who lives on milk is unskilled in the word of righteousness, since he is a child. But solid food is for the mature, for those who have their powers of discernment trained by constant practice to distinguish good from evil.”

As we mature, we develop more of a relationship with Him. We begin to know and trust Him more and, with practice, to be able to discern good and evil, right from wrong. We put away childish behaviors, and we become spiritual adults, equipped to follow him and do His will.

Scripture tells us that when we were children we thought and acted like children. 1 Corinthians 13:11 “When I was a child, I spoke as a child, but when I became a man, I put away childish things”

And God says, ” If you are willing and obedient, you shall eat the good of the land” Isaiah 1:19. He encourages us to “be doers of the Word and not hearers only” in James 1:22 and in Romans, ” For as by one man’s disobedience the many were made sinners, so by the one man’s obedience the many will be made righteous” (5:19). Our obedience to Him can also lead others to know about Him, and choose to follow Him.

I want to point out that our relationship with God grows when He keeps his promises to us, over and over. He promises to provide for us, to give peace and salvation. He promises through the rainbow that he will never abandon us and start over again. His word, our spiritual milk, is full of reminders of His promises and their fulfillment. But our relationship also grows when WE obey HIM, when WE say “YES” over and over again to each baby step He asks us to take toward him. I can look back over my life the last 10 years and see so many things He asked me to do and I have notoriously said NO, NO, NO, NO! complete with reasons and rationale, sometimes even a little tantrum. But y’all! He does not give up. I may have missed out on some blessings along the way by making lots of excuses but I have learned through each of those experiences that not only does He know better than I do, His plans are so much more extravagant than my imagination. Each time I eventually changed my answer to yes, I was rewarded with a twist or turn in my journey that I couldn’t have predicted a need for, that I couldn’t have more perfectly timed, and that I wouldn’t have asked for as a blessing because it wasn’t in my capacity to plan. My God weaves a story better than any Hollywood movie plot. He’s orchestrating the most beautiful melody and He lets me play a tiny part if I will just KEEP. SAYING. YES.

The Journey Begins

About 9 years ago, my husband and I began a journey to create a family. Some of those who will read this blog were there for those early struggles. SO many prayers went up that once we got started, we got blessing upon blessing. Those early days had me so desperate that I began a blog about our infertility journey. I’ll never forget those that supported us, reached out to us, and read that blog. I walked away from it shortly after we had Eli. I was so busy and then it didn’t seem right to continue….but recently I’ve been feeling the need to write. God has continued our story and I believe he wants me to tell it, some of it anyway. Something about HOW GOOD HE IS, about ALL HE HAS DONE FOR ME, about the miracles HE IS WORKING in our lives. Y’all! He is making all things good. And He is stretching me beyond all of my comforts and outside of my plans, and he is using my marriage and my tiny humans to do it. I’d love for you to join me.

Good company in a journey makes the way seem shorter. — Izaak Walton

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