Reflections on a Goat

We have yet to find a church in our new town and honestly we haven’t had time to seriously look with everything going on.  Ryan has been back and forth, Tennessee to Michigan and back again a time or two, and I’m not going to a brand new church alone with 7 kids, Luke included.  We’ve also had sick children off and on throughout the past few months and when one of us gets sick, it’s only a matter of time before all of us get sick.  In Michigan we attended mega churches which can accommodate all of our children and not have us feeling like we’ve doubled the children’s ministry within 5 minutes of our arrival.   Generally a mega church will also have some sort of set up for special needs kids like Luke; small town churches do not usually have something in place for these children.  This week we made it a priority and visited the top church on our list and had a chance to sit down with the pastor who said that he would do everything possible to make his church work for our situation, including reaching out to his congregation in an effort to recruit some help for Luke.  In the meantime, we had home church once again which has consisted of Ryan and I listening to a sermon from one of our favorite pastors on a podcast while our children watch a video (this weeks was on Jim Elliot, the missionary) and then doing some sort of activity to either reflect on a particular issue in the world or an activity to bless another person. This week we did both.  They wrote letters to one of the grandparents and then we had them reflect on the question, “What does beans and rice mean to you?”  I wanted to know what was going on their little hearts and minds concerning an issue I hoped was making an impact on them in one way or another.  Here were some of their answers.

1.    Tate – It means feeding people in need of food and water.
2.    Mya – We are giving the orphanages the money that we would have spent on our big dinner.
3.    Mabel – it’s because we were praying for those kids.
4.    Caleb – It means helping people in need of things or helping starving children who don’t have any food or water.
5.    Josh – Because we’re praying for the kids
6.    Jada – Because the kids doesn’t have food or water. 

I think they’ve got it!

My Take
Admittedly, beans and rice is not the tastiest dish in the world, and honestly I, the mother, the schemer of this fantastic, grand proposal probably had the biggest problem with this meal; it just ranked in regards to meal possibilities, very bland, lacking in flavor, and in need of a good dose of enhancing options such as a side of grilled asparagus or possibly a succulent rib eye steak. Sarcasm aside, I’m one of those people who doesn’t like to put things in my mouth that don’t taste good, a waste of calories in my opinion, but I will heavily indulge in a particular item if it tickles my taste buds, which plenty of foods do, so this entire exercise in humility proved to me how desperately I needed this lesson – probably more so than most of my family! I admit, VERY America and very self – indulgent.  Lesson slowly taking shape in my heart.

Last night we also talked about where our first meal offering is going to go. We looked at the website samaritanspurse.org which has tangible options, with pictures, for the kids to choose from including: goats, chickens, donkeys, cows, clean water and other choices, all with the prices for each attached.  The kids decided that our first purchase as a family is going to be a goat, a goat which costs $45, a goat which will be life changing for a particular family half way around the world and a goat that will only cost us a mere 3 weeks of beans and rice, what a deal.


Just keep livin!!

Little Man and a Fiery Visit

Last Sunday my baby boy turned 4.  This was surprisingly difficult for me.  I look at him, now a little man and think when and how did this happen?  My pregnancy was completely unexpected, in the midst of so much pain and heartache as his birth father battled for his life.  His birth catapulted me into an arena of caring for an infant, caring for a terminally ill spouse, caring for a two year old and caring for a severely handicapped child (Caleb was a very independent six year old).  Although it was extremely difficult, he brought so much joy to my life during those very tumultuous months, and as a toddler he brought a smile to my face on a daily basis.  I’ve been busy his entire life, busy with cancer appointments, caring for my children, a new marriage, adopting three children, two moves, one out of state, writing a book, writing a blog, and blending a family, and now I look at him and stand in awe – my baby is no longer a baby, he is a little man.  I adore you Joshua Isaac, may the Lord richly bless you all your days. 

babyjoshBaby Josh

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igotscoobyI got scooby!

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birthdaysuckersso sweet, sharing his birthday suckers

Ryan’s dad also came for a visit.  This is basically my glimpse into what my husband will be like in twenty years or so.  They fished and arrived home empty handed, sparking an interesting conversation about how fishing is like golf. Apparently it’s the thrill of the catch, not necessarily the idea of KEEPING the catch.  I still don’t quite understand the sport of fishing but apparently fishermen (or Ryan) likens the experience to that of going golfing; the thrill of catching the fish is like catching a golf hole? I don’t follow the whole analogy, perhaps someone can clarify, but I think it’s along the lines of conquering something.  He tried to relate it to a woman’s love of shopping, which didn’t work on his woman because that is not a relaxing or conquering type of activity for me.

They also started a few household projects one being our air conditioner which is now fixed and renovations on our bathroom and laundry room.  More specifically, we are turning our bathroom into a laundry room and transforming our front breezeway into a bathroom.  The new bathroom will be immediately off the kitchen, easy access for Luke as he ages, and it will have an outside entrance as well, easy access for any guests staying in our trailer.
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Like father

laundry1start of laundry room renovations

laundry2washer and dryer are in!

bath1Starting on the bathroom

remainsthe aftermath


The girls and I had a goofy night of making head wraps.  Not a lot to say about this but a whole lot of goofiness, giggles, and happiness.  Funny how old material scraps can have that affect. 

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head1She’s not quite sure about this look.

 Finally, no date night this week, but we did have a fun family night.  I made appetizers, dips and chips and a pioneer woman shrimp dish, which 5 out of the 9 loved.  We ended with a fire that despite his best efforts, Ryan finally resorted to making the modern day way, with a box of matches.  The kids had a blast, roasting marsh mellows, posing in eerie ways, catching mom and dad letting loose, and having way too much fun creating special effects with the camera.

fire1                           “YOU ARE MAN, I AM FIRE!”

 

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fire3                           ghosts!
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fire6

fire7RED HOT LOVE!

 

JUST KEEP LIVIN!!

Void of Facebook and Microwaves

I mentioned before that our move to Tennessee was very intentional.  Early on in our marriage Ryan and I sat down and discussed how we wanted our life to look and feel, our marriage, our children, and priorities for our family.  This conversation included questions such as, how do we want to raise our children?  What does that look like in terms of discipline and this sense of entitlement kids seem to have today?  How are we going to model this life of simplicity for them?  What is our highest goal in searching out this sort of life?   It boiled down to this; we wanted to strip away the stuff that the world dangles as the ONLY way to live, the pressures, the vortex of entertainments, the wants and desires masquerading as needs, a modern day inability to sit and be still with one’s own thoughts or feelings, and a 1st world drive that often swallows inner peace in one big gulp.

We have discovered through stepping away from the noise, the dizzying madness that commercialism touts as a superior way to live, we have gained more meaningful and intimate relationships with one another, which in our reality as a blended family amounts to a significant amount of work, I believe, to even come close to getting this new found reality somewhat correct.   I desired to embrace this idea of growing closer to one another, especially connecting on a deeper level with my adopted children, but I had to incorporate  concrete decisions into my life because there are multiple distractions vying for my attention as a wife, friend, aspiring writer, blogger, and mom of seven.  Here are a few adjustments I have personally made to intentionally grow closer to my husband and my children.  

1.     Facebook. This is by far the biggest decision I made and it was embarrassingly difficult to follow through with.  I erased the Facebook app on my phone, no big deal, right? Wrong. Now what in the world was I going to do if I had two seconds of boredom while pumping gas?  I have a love/hate relationship with Facebook to begin with.  I hate what a time suck it is, I hate that there is this obsessive need to know what’s going on with everyone at all times, I hate that people in the publishing industry have said to me, “In order to get published, you need to market yourself and this includes Facebook.”  In numerous ways it has harmed our society and families in indescribable ways because there is no legitimate reason to be all up in everyone’s business 24 hours a day, but there I am, on it, engaging with it, despite my better judgment at times.  I decided I was sick of being a slave to Facebook at every waking moment and my phone was the biggest culprit in this aspect.  Waiting in the carpool line, bored, check Facebook.  Clerk taking too long at Walmart, check Facebook, family night at a park, check Facebook.  “Mommy, mommy look at me on the swing!” not nearly as  exciting as the woman I haven’t seen in 25 years rant about her ex-husband and what a scum bag he is, right? Needless to say, I deleted the app on my phone and it has been incredibly freeing.  I’ve mentioned this before and I’ll say it again, I will probably not be a life longer on Facebook.  I have too many issues with it.  

2.    I got rid of our microwave and our Kitchen Aid, and all sorts of other dumb little gadgets that were never used.  I know, I’ll get grief about the Kitchen Aid but I didn’t use it, EVER.  Kneading bread is therapeutic for me, and I didn’t want to give up this highly enjoyable activity to a dough paddle.  In doing this, (and I am a woman who enjoys being in the kitchen) I’ve noticed that cooking has become a family affair.  The girls love to help out, peeling apples, kneading bread, stirring batter, and because we’ve eliminated so many of these “helpful devices,” I find I have a significant amount of time bonding with my children while teaching them certain skills.  

3.    I gave up my gym.  My wonderful sanctuary of peace and strength while rocking out to Bon Jovi’s, It’s my life.  I gave it up for a 30 minute hike with my husband, alone, most nights after dinner, up and down hills and crevices, where we reconnect with one another and talk about the day.  Also in giving up my gym, I forfeited this false sense of control I was holding onto instead of trusting God’s headship over my life, see Testosterone Filled Female.

4.    Ryan and I have both consciously incorporated the kids in activities that we enjoy.  For example, I love to crochet and craft, (and cook) he loves to fish and wander around our property looking for snakes, these are things that are admittedly more relaxing to do alone but we’ve found that we are able to enjoy these activities with greater frequency if we are willing to involve our children’s interest in them as well.  What used to be a once a month activity, becomes a weekly activity if the kids are split between two parents, both engaging them in separate activities.

5.    Finally, lately after the girls have showered, they’ve asked me to braid their hair before bed because they like to wake up to curly hair in the morning.  Such a simple thing that takes 15 minutes or so but I’ve found that it’s a meaningful way to connect with each of them through communication and touch – sounds like just about every other female in the world, communication and touch 🙂

Just keep livin!!

Sharks in Tennessee and Other Oddities.

For today’s post I did something fun and decided to interview my family on their favorite and least favorite aspects of our new homeland.  

First, my husband.  “Honey, what is your favorite part of Tennessee?”  Husband says,
My favorite is the land (very exciting answer…)
“What is your least favorite?”
“The plumbing issues.”  We have had our fair share of those.

“Caleb, how about you, what is your favorite part of Tennessee?”
 “Are you putting this on your blog or something?”  
“Just answer the question”

“Uh, probably my favorite is the pond and the turtles. My least favorite is the mosquitos.” 

My favorite is the house.  It’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a home, old, exposed brick, tons of history, depth, character, iron beams from the Empire State building, beautiful land all around, I really love my house, God willing, it is my forever home.  Least favorite aspect, living out in the middle of nowhere with absolutely no one but the mail lady who sees me on a daily basis.  In other words, no one ever sees Jess looking very presentable anymore.  No makeup, no hair products, no flatiron, just hair in a ponytail, t-shirts, and sweat shorts, sweating like nobody’s business because our air conditioner died early on which is why date night has become so much more than just connecting with my husband, it’s showing my husband that his wife can actually amp it up in the attractiveness department occasionally.

Alright, back to business.  

“Tate, your favorite?”  
“Um, probably the cable” (we never had more than three channels in Michigan)
“Ok, I can see how that would be very important.”
Least favorite?
“The snakes.” 

Mya, Your favorite? “School is fun, but I don’t like the mosquitoes”  

Mabel? “I love deer, and bridges, and oceans, and McDonalds”  “Uh honey, we don’t have oceans…”  “Well, those water things in our backyard”  “That’s a river dear.”  “Oh, then I love the rivers….”  
Least favorite? “It’s too hot sometimes.”  

Josh, “What is your favorite thing about Tennessee?”  “My bed and the chickens” Ok…..
“What don’t you like?”  “I don’t like the snakes, the bears, the wolves, and the sharks.”  
Those sharks sure are pesky in Tennessee.  

“Jada, how about you? What do you like? “   
“I like my bed” (obviously sitting next to Josh) and cows”  
Wow, cows?  We don’t have cows….
“What don’t you like?”  
“I don’t like the mosquitos”  

Nope, none of us appreciate the mosquitos…   

“Luke, how about you?”

“ALL DONE! ALL DONE! ALL DONE!”

Just keep livin!!