Sunday, March 30, 2014

Tiger, Tiger


Tiger, Tiger, burning bright
in the forest of the night:
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?

Thank you for all of your prayers.  God chose to answer differently than I would have hoped.

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

One of My Stranger Prayer Requests

Okay, here's the deal.  I need you to pray that we DON'T get this placement.  I know, you think I've fallen down the rabbit hole but hear me out...

Monday, March 17, 2014

Instead

Guess what I'll be doing tomorrow?  Not going to a county interview for the four siblings in a nearby county.  Come on, did you actually think it was going to happen?!  Nope.  They canceled, something about some of the interview team being otherwise engaged.  They promised to reschedule but I'm, perhaps, a wee bit cynical.  Also, pre-teen girl in our county said, "NO WAY, José!" to our mega-family because of all my little people and we haven't heard anything from the caseworker of the southern girls.  No news is rarely good news in foster care.

On a positive note (well, it will be positive when I'm done), I now have tomorrow free to clean my bathrooms.  Don't be jealous, folks.  It's not as glamorous as it sounds.

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Schrödinger's Cat and Other Updates from a Barely Vertical Mom

This is me, not caring that those kids
in the background have spent
approximately 1,000 hours on the
iPad this beautiful afternoon.
This week I was blessed with a version of the plague.  Okay, maybe I'm exaggerating, but it feels like it.  Last Saturday, I inhaled a crumb from my toast into my lungs and it was all downhill from there - my whole body has unequivocally rejected that stupid rogue piece of bread - sinuses, throat, ears, lungs.  Name a part of the body and I'm sure it now hates gluten.  Or maybe I was exposed to the rhinovirus of germ-warfare proportions at the exact moment I inhaled said bread-crumb of death but, in either case, it sucks and it needs to exit stage left.

ANYWAY, I figured since I can't seem to sleep these days, thanks to the post-nasal-drip fairy, and I'm feeling pretty comatose or foggy or foggily comatose or mystically foggatose, I'd fill in my three faithful readers with the latest news on our front.  

Wednesday, January 29, 2014

To Ukraine and Back - A Call to Prayer

"Safe?  Who said anything about safe?  'Course he isn't safe.  But he's good. 

He's the King, I tell you.”  ~Mr. Beaver, The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe


What would you do if your family was split apart, on two different continents?  If you finally had the chance to retrieve two of them from the middle of civil unrest but it meant leaving two others behind while you walked into a country on the cusp of civil war to rescue the other two, would you go anyway?  Our friends Joy & Dave are going to Ukraine to bring home their sons.  They know they are risking their very lives but they're going anyway.  They've stared the possibilities in the face and then looked into the Face of our Savior, the one who gave His life as a ransom for us, and chose to move forward with God's timing on their adoptions.  

Monday, January 13, 2014

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

Trying Not to be Angry and Failing Miserably

Despite a new type of chemo, Miss Kitty's cancer is spreading.  She called me at work on Saturday to ask if I could take care of her cats for a few days.  They are going to try yet another type of chemo and, apparently, this third kind has debilitating side effects requiring that the patient stay in the hospital for four days at a time with each treatment.  So, she'll be driving herself down and leaving her car in the parking garage while she gets her treatment.  My co-workers and I have worked out a feeding schedule for the cats.