Wednesday, August 28, 2013
I can feel it. Feel the adrenaline wearing off. See my unpacking pace slowing to a mere crawl. Watch my kiddos having breakdowns. We've pushed them and ourselves to our limit, but what an incredible ride!
We've moved into a new house. More space inside. More space outside. Which is creating a bit more sanity in our lives (okay, maybe even more sanity when the boxes are all gone). Despite issue after issue with this new house, we know that God is sovereign, that He has a purpose in placing us in this home. Therefore, we will be thankful.
Teacher Man is back to school, having had zero summer break. During the month of June, he packed box after box. Throughout July, he worked tirelessly at turning our construction site of a house into a safe home for our family. And in August, he went back to school. If you are one of the warriors who battle alongside him for the minds of our city's children, be nice to Teacher Man. It's been a hard, incredibly fast summer.
The kids and I are trying to figure out a new routine. After much deliberation, Caleb started preschool the week after we moved. He loves it, but he is also a morning person. The 8 o'clock starting time is the bane of my existence right now. I hate alarm clocks.
Ben has figured out that Caleb's preschool mornings are his "no one steals my toys" mornings. He is a different boy! Non-stop talking. Funny stories. Great memories made. Loving my mornings with my little boy and my little girl.
Laura. Oh my. Well, Laura has decided to create her own version of crawling/dragging herself across the floor. She is incredibly mobile, and in this last week of her life she has mastered da-da, ba-ba, and ma-ma. Yesterday she even decided to start clapping for herself, and there IS so much to clap about.
The adrenaline is gone. Coffee is no longer enjoyable. It's foundational to functioning. And the boxes no longer annoy me enough to motivate me. In fact, if you figure out a way to decorate with corrugated cardboard boxes, our friendship might just get a little deeper. Having a routine would be great, and I'm sure we'll get there. For the moment though, just SEEING the people that I live with is so much more important than attacking the next to-do list.
So for those of you who wondered what had happened to us, we're here. Well... we're in a new here, still seeking to be gracious and show Christ's love to a world in need; but oh so tired. Despite exhaustion, we are reveling in the grace shown to us by the Body of Christ. And we have about 453 thank-you dinners to host in order to begin to show our gratitude to those who have sacrificially served our family over these summer weeks. If you've swung a sledge hammer, carried a box, watched our babies, or brought us a meal; consider this your first "thank you" of many. We are grateful. Where our adrenaline has run out, grace has filled in the gaps.
Sunday, July 14, 2013
And here's a peek at the shower:
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
The letters still sit in the box, waiting for us to be able to hang them in our new home. I had no idea how much those words were going to mean across the entry to our home until today. This is the first time in a long time that I have hit rock bottom. It feels as if we are being attacked from every side, but for whatever reason I remembered those letters as I was trying to process all that's going on.
We are finding out one horrible thing after another about our new home. A giant cement pad under the tile that should NOT be there. Damaged drywall. Incorrect plumbing. Overbooked contractors. Extra costs. I find myself just waiting in discouragement for what they will find next. How will this be redeemed?
Two relationships in my life right now are just broken. Painfully broken. How will this be redeemed?
Our two-day vacation this week was riddled with miscommunication and plagued by issues with the house via my cell phone. What was supposed to be a pleasant trip together as a family ended up having far too many low points to be relaxing. How will this be redeemed?
Our home is in bits and boxes. For those of you who know me well, you know that disorder drives me bananas. Better bring on the monkeys because nothing is where it normally is, and it won't be for a long time. How will this be redeemed?
The van's brake system warning light just went on right before we were supposed to go on vacation. My amazing mom came to the rescue and offered to let us take their vehicle, but I sit here and wonder what the mechanics will find when they inspect the brakes to the only vehicle in our family that can hold our whole family. How will this be redeemed?
Right now, I am clinging to my hope in Christ by my fingernails. Clinging to the truth of God's love for me, His hand in my life. Desperately wanting to know how He will redeem each of these situations. It seems like a horrible mess, like a nightmare really. Unfortunately, I know I don't get to just wake up out of this one, nor will this story of redemption have a quick, happy ending.
I told a friend today that it feels like the pillars that I lean on most often are being kicked out from under me. Family. Friends. Finances. The only One left is the Rock on which I should have been wholly standing from the beginning. My hope and my joy are surviving only because I know that He is in control. He will work all things together for the good of His Kingdom because He is in the business of redemption. Redeeming the messy. The broken. The hurt. The ugly things of this world. Redeeming them to bring about beauty, to refine me, and to remind us of what is truly eternal.
My response to the truth of His promise means that my hammer and nails are ready. We will not be broken. Our home, our lives, these hurts will be redeemed. And that word will proclaim our faith in His power of all circumstances will hang over the entrance to our home. We have been and all these momentary troubles will be REDEEMED.
Tuesday, July 2, 2013
I'd love to get these posts down. There are so many moments of these days with little Laura that I want to capture for all time. Like today when she rolled herself under her brothers bunk beds because her ever-responsible parents were wrestling with her brothers like a pair of hooligans. And she was not happy when I had to fish her back out of the dark kingdom that is the underside of her brothers' bed. Or the fact that she loves her daddy. I mean, flat out, LOVES him. Smiles when he comes in a room. Leans for him to grab her. Falls asleep in his arms just cause he's holding her. And I'm all like, "Seriously! I spend hours trying to get you to sleep and you just drift off for your dad!? Where is the justice in that?!?" There is no justice for parents in parenting. That's hard for me. Really hard.
Tonight Miss Laura is five months old. FIVE. Yep. We've had our beautiful daughter for almost half a year. I'd like to share with you now how I have become some kind of amazing warrior mother who can simultaneously cook, feed a baby, answer a phone, and speak calmly to the misbehaving children who are beating each other with Thomas trains; but here's the truth: I have discovered that there is a limit to how much I can multi-task. There is also a limit to the amount of chaos I can currently handle before I blow my top. I'm proud to say that I can take a lot more than I could five months ago, but there still is a limit. And when I'm about at that limit with no reinforcements in sight, Amazon Prime becomes my best friend. Mr. Roger's Neighborhood, anyone? That's the truth. Anyone out there feel better now?
That said, life with three children is immeasurably rich. Watching them love each other. Listening to the boys making Laura laugh in the back of the van. Spying on my sons' secret plots via the baby monitor. Hearing Ben sing his own version of "Old McDonald/Mary Had a Little Lamb/BINGO." You didn't know those could be made into one song did you? They can. Having Ben pray for God to change his heart. I wouldn't trade any of them for the world.
You might ask, "How is she blogging now?" Well, we are just entering a new phase of life with three. Laura is far more independent and sleeps much more predictably. And (da da da daaaaa) Teacher Man is home for the summer!!! I'm pretty sure that the entire neighborhood heard me cheering when he came home for the summer to help with the monkeys... I mean, children.
The next few weeks start a new journey. Our Family... under construction. That's right. We're going to be tackling several demo projects at the new house over the next few weeks... new flooring, a bathroom remodel, a closet remodel, etc.... You get the idea. Several plates all spinning at the same time. My brain feels like it's going to explode, but a month from now I hope we're really glad we took on all these crazy projects.
I just wanted to have this moment of honesty with you. There are dirty bottles in my sink. Small toy cars all over my kitchen floor. Paper shreds in the family room. And laundry waiting to be put away throughout the house. The boys room looks like a toy store exploded, and I have no idea what's for dinner. These are jobs to tackle in a normal week, but the next month will be anything but normal. So normal standards are gone, and a new normal is beginning to take shape and to shape us. May it transform us into the image of Christ. May we reflect the love of God rather than the selfishness of this world. And may this season of change reveal the Kingdom to us in a new way as we remember Who is truly in control.
Sunday, June 16, 2013
Because that same friend called me back a few days later and asked if we would be willing to sell our house to her and her husband.
Because we started looking for a home to house our growing family.
Because we found a house... our dream house... within a few blocks of our current home.
Because we did it all while also parenting three children under the age of five and getting Teacher Man through the end of the school year.
Because meanwhile, Baby Laura GREW! And she has forever changed our family.
Because now I am feeding a baby and packing a box and making dinner and packing a box and making phone calls and packing a box... Are you sensing a theme?
So, if you've missed the updates on our family, rest assured, we are still here. And also know that I miss this ongoing conversation in my life. I frequently think of posts that I want to write while in the shower (the only quiet moment of my day) or perhaps in the .002 seconds I have between when my head hits the pillow and when I fall asleep.They are great posts and will eventually be written, but until we are settled in our new home, my two hands will probably be holding our precious baby girl, playing another game of Candyland, or (you guessed it!) packing a box.
For those of you who know our family personally, we will be publishing our new address soon so that we don't miss any updates from your sweet families! We will officially be residing in the new house in August. Until then, would you pray? Please? For a smooth transition. For God's blessing on our new home. For grace as we take on this moving project while also loving the little movers in our care.
And to those of you who have asked about the blog, thanks. It's nice to be missed. The feeling is mutual.
Monday, April 1, 2013
Wow. Great timing. I love having this conversation with close friends. No sarcasm. I really do. What is God calling us to? Is another baby in the future? Is the inn full? But I have no idea how to grapple with the question in my own life.
When we had Caleb, it was easy to judge people who said that they didn't want more kids. Not want more kids?!?! Are you crazy?!?! How could you say "no" to a beautiful blessing? A new little life grafted into your family through birth or adoption? What could be more precious?
Yet, here I stand. Three kids down, who-knows-how-many-more to go, and the question gets more tricky. How would life look if we outgrew a minivan? How many little ones will fit in our walls? How will we educate or facilitate the education of each of our children? How? How? How?
However...it's becoming amazingly clear to me that the how's have never ever been the bottom line in the Kingdom. It is the why's. In every story, God took care of the logistics when the people involved were humble and sought His face. So for today, I will focus only on why I am raising my children... why I am living: to bring glory to God and to enjoy Him. Oh, that my children will one day delight themselves in the Lord and live lives that bring Him glory!
And the how for that why for today is this: I will listen to God's voice to me in Scripture. I will love the children that I've been given. I will read to them. I will wipe their noses (and a few other parts). I will listen to their hearts. I will feed their minds and their bodies. I will pray for them. I will not miss the gift that this moment of life is.
And I will love lavishly on these people.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
My goodness have I had blog posts on my mind! As I am perpetually feeding a baby, loving on the boys, and figuring out this whole "I have three kids" thing; I keep coming up with GREAT post ideas. Things I want to share. Things that are working so well for our family right now. Things that are not working at all. Concepts we are still struggling through as we raise a preschooler who is quickly becoming school-age, a toddler that is acting more like a preschooler, and a newborn that we are just getting to know.
But here's the deal: it is still very much survival mode around here. People are still bringing us dinner, taking the big boys so I can sleep, and picking up my groceries. I am still napping in the afternoons, going to bed right after dinner so I can get enough sleep by morning, and nursing constantly. We feel very loved and incredibly supported by the hands and feet of the Body, but we are definitely giving thanks for the daily provision the Lord gives us. Just enough for that day. And with just enough time to feed the baby, get much-needed rest, and care for the beautiful boys that we have; there just aren't many/any two-hands-available moments in the day.
Someday soon I'll be able to share the incredible story of Laura's birth and a few of the sweet moments of the last 4 weeks (Yes, it's been four weeks!). Until then, we deeply appreciate your prayers as we continue adjusting to nurturing a family of five. Keep 'em coming, please! And thank you!