The physical therapist looked at me and said, "Your strength is great! Your arm is really strong!"
I smiled confidently, just as he turned to the intern and matter-of-factly stated, "So, her shoulder joint is completely shredded. But, as you can see, her strength is really good!"
My heart sank. I thought, for sure, if my shoulder was strong - if my strength was enough to garner a compliment from this physical therapist who worked with shoulder injuries all the time - that great progress had been made!
But my strength - and even my ability to push through pain - did not change the condition of my shoulder joint.
Waiting. It's something we all have to do. In fact, if we stop and think about it, the vast majority of our life is spent in one season of waiting or another. If we are not intentional, we can become so focused on what we are waiting for, that we miss the gift of the season we are in.
"Do I look like her?" he questioned,
as he climbed up next to me.
"Yes you do, my sweet boy,
It's that dimple in your cheek!
The smile that you flash,
Your cocoa perfect skin,
Your twinkling bright brown eyes,
That's what you can see her in. "
"I can't remember her," he sighed.
As he scooted in even closer,
"She'll always be a part of you,"
and you, a part of her.
We can talk about your past and
any questions that you have.
I'll be here when you're scared,
and I'll hold you when you're sad.
"Will you be forever mine, too?" he asked.
as he nestled in to me,.
"Oh forever, and a day or more,
I'll love you for eternity.
You'll always be my brown eyed boy,
The one for whom I prayed,
And I'll always be your Momma,
Forever and a day."
I know you're exhausted. How can you not be? You want to be the best mom, wife, and daughter of the King.
Daily, you are confronted with millions of pieces of information that address precisely "how to." Blog posts, magazine articles, news reports, pinterest pins - all telling you what you should be doing, how you should be doing it, and what you and your people should look like as you do and be all the things.
Have you been awakened from a deep (much needed!) slumber by a child crying out for you? Or maybe your kiddo is more like mine - hovering near the edge of the bed, staring until you bolt upright, heart-racing. The sad reality is, nightmares are not rare. They can be caused by the obvious: trauma, neglect, abuse. Or something as seemingly innocent as a visit to the zoo, favorite tv show with a new character, or the wonders of childhood imagination.
We have implemented a three step system to help our kids overcome fear and restlessness following a bad dream. All of our kids know the process, and the oldest have even used it on occasion, without needing to wake us up! Most times, they come and ask us to pray with them. But most importantly, they are learning the steps to restore peace and rest!
Most of us have struggled with feeling not enough. It's what compels many New Year Resolutions.
Not thin enough.
Not spiritual enough.
Not disciplined enough.
Not present enough.
Not smart enough.
The nagging fear that we don't, or won't measure up can be crippling. Many of us have sacrificed freedom for living lives where we tire ourselves striving to always - finally - hopefully - be enough. But we never are. And the truth, sweet friend, is we never will be.
Last year, I wrote about how to enjoy a simple Christmas - even when it isn't by choice. I wrote about some of the hardships our family was encountering - illness, surgery, and my husband being out of work for the last six weeks of the year. I wrote about choosing joy when things are hard. I wrote about not allowing our circumstances to shift our gaze from the One who holds not only the season, but the whole world in His hands.
I had no idea that just a couple of weeks later my ability to live out those words of encouragement would be seriously challenged.
Dear Waiting Family,
I know the halls are decked, but quieter than you'd hoped. The lights are twinkling, but your eyes feel dull. The ache of missing someone you've never met is heavy, especially during this season of celebrating the birth of our Savior. A baby born the King of kings.
The gift of less during the holidays is trending. Minimalism has garnered popularity, and shifted focus from possessions to experiences. And while it may, indeed, be less stuff – it is simply shifting the focus to more of something else.
For children who are in the foster care system, or who have been adopted (children from hard places), this concept of less being more is critical. The overwhelm of emotions that comes from the constant bombardment of holiday cheer can cause anything but joy.
Research on the connection between trauma and brain development has gained massive traction over the past decade. More recently, scientists are discovering the undeniable link between the brain and gut health. While I'm not a math expert, I have not forgotten the popular equation:
If A = B, and B = C, then A = C!
In similar fashion, we are finding that trauma not only impacts brain development, but also alters gut health. Since the brain and gut were designed to work harmoniously, when one is unbalanced, it effects the other. When both have been impaired by trauma, we have to be intentional in supporting healing so that the body, and mind, do not continue to suffer.
Here you will find the musings of a homeschooling, work from home, adoptive Momma of 6! Adventures in faith, family, adoption, and training up a tribe of little people to follow hard after Jesus are spilled into these posts --- most often written with a cup of coffee in hand. I hope you'll stick around a while and find something - more likely SOMEONE! - that brings you hope!
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