There are hundreds of small things to celebrate under the umbrella of official adoption and in this moment it’s that I no longer have to refer to our youngest as “Little Girly” publicly but can use her full new name, Haley Kate Taylor.
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Yesterday morning as S. and I drove in with Little Girly to a court date, I reminded him that it would probably be uneventful. We knew things were heading in the right direction but it could be months before her parents’ rights are terminated and we knew we could be heading home with no new information. I was reassuring and maybe too optimistic, S. was nervous, which is usually how conversations go when we’re looking into the unknown. Read the rest of this entry
I was incredibly blessed within the last couple weeks to be in touch with Little Girly’s birth mom. I had much anticipation and many questions about potential things that could go wrong. All the “what-ifs” competed for attention in my head but instantly disappeared in the moment. What can only be described as the peace of God wrapped around me and around her birth mom. Instead of feeling on guard or nervous, I had complete confidence in the words God gave me and then… tears.
Clearly I’ve been MIA. You can blame it on horizons, jetted tubs, and hydrangeas. I’d also like to cast a little blame on youth retreats, kicking off a youth ministry, moving forward with some foster/adoption things, a couple sick kids and being flat on my back after playing too hard. But really? Bottom line is my brain hasn’t had any space for coherent thoughts, let alone thoughts cognitive enough to make public.
Yet, this morning even as I’m lacking any ability to be articulate, I’m compelled to share because God has been blessing me far, far beyond what is deserved and in my pre-occupation I don’t want to neglect acknowledging and praising Him for it.
S. started his job as Associate Pastor (in addition to continuing BIG OAK) last month and it is exceeding our hopes. The youth ministry has grown dramatically in size and we are humbled by the leaders and students we get to work with. The depth, the heart of the worship teams, and the fun is coming naturally. All we’ve done is taken a step into what God was already stirring.
Two weeks ago we moved into a house and by the second day it already felt like home. I was nervous about how the move would go with a husband gone at a retreat the weekend before and four kids attempting to ‘help’. Amazingly, we had a huge crew show up on moving day. We had muscle, organizers, cleaners, and sisters to unpack my entire kitchen, closet and bathroom while I directed traffic. By day 2 we were hanging pictures and hosting dinner. ”Thank you” doesn’t suffice for all the work of friends and family.
This week was a beautiful celebration of our Little Girly. It has been a little over nine months since she was brought to our house in the middle of the night, wrapped in pink and sound asleep.
On Friday we had an encouraging meeting with some people from the Children’s Administration. There have been some advances in Little Girly becoming legally free to be adopted and they also ruled out another family member who would not be a good permanent placement for her. Read the rest of this entry
In a few short weeks our Little Girly will have her first birthday. She’s proving to be one tough cookie. Not only has she overcome a rough couple first months of life by bonding with our family, smiles, and cuddling, but in the past two weeks she’s cut 4 teeth. Now sporting 6 teeth, she is eager to try new foods. She’s pulling herself up and scooting around faster than we can keep up. Thankfully we have three other helpers watching out for small legos and other hazards.
Daily she is adding words to her vocabulary. Her absolute favorite word is “Uh-oh” and her favorite game is waiting until Darla is cozy in bed to throw her pacifier out of her crib, grin at her big sister and say, “Uh-Oh!”
…and you thought I had said all I needed to say on this topic…
On our first date 13 yrs. ago in September, S. and I talked about most everything under the sun (I was baffled- a man that can out-talk me?!). One of the many subjects we talked about was being available to God. We had many dreams and found that many of our dreams were remarkably similar. Yet the bottom line in everything we discussed was that each of us desired to be moved by God and willing to do what He set in front of us. Read the rest of this entry
The adoption addiction started with my grandparents. Through much prayer, financial assistance, and a series of miracles, they adopted two little boys from Korea in a time when not many were adopting- particularly internationally. But, they never cared much about what others were or weren’t doing. My Beppe knew what God had put on her heart (and later my Pake heard it, too).
My dad is a visionary. He likes to dream big and his favorite conversations are about what could be. Growing up it was sometimes hard to gauge if the things we discussed around the dinner table were probable, likely, or just fun to dream about.