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Tell us the story Mommy!

They found him!

Who did they find, Mommy?

They found Victor*.

Last night the older three Littles and I were cozied up on one of their beds and I did my best to answer all the questions they had from the news of the previous day.

Victor is a special child in our lives. Five years ago, our family began a journey that we believed would end with the adoption of a Russian orphan. But, our ways proved not to be His ways. Yet in His great faithfulness the work that He began in us continues.

Will you tell us the story Mommy?

Yes, babies. Mama will tell you the story. But, it’s hard to put into words and it’s unfolding as we speak…

Well, just start at the beginning.

* Victor is a real child. And this story is true. I have changed his name and will protect other information about him as I continue to tell the story. God is the author of this story. There is no way I could have ever written this one.

I hope you’ll join us on this journey.

Waiting for the rain

~ The best thing one can do when it’s raining is to let it rain. ~

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow


This, my friends, is not a picture of readiness. The Littles dumped their backpacks (which for the record are still full) on the last day of school and we haven’t touched them since. Why am I sharing our backpack-wall-of-shame in the garage with you? Because Mia reads my musings and she’ll vouch for me when I am successful in my back-to-school organization mission. Nothing like a mother to keep you accountable, huh?

I mentioned in my last post that I was being led by the Lord into a season of readiness. While my heart is being prepared for whatever God is up to in my life, He has also given me an overwhelming desire to prepare our home. Don’t you love it when His nudges have immediate tangible benefits?

I’m comforted by the busy-ness of the physical preparation. For the last two days, I have cleaned out backpacks, the laundry room, the pantry, my desk, and I still have a long way to go. As I clean, organize, potty train Littlest, schedule doctor and dentist well checks, and calendar the various activities for Fall, I do so trusting that I will be ready for whatever is next.

Surely I could chalk up my urge to purge and uber-organize as normal back-to-school preparation. And, no I’m not pregnant and nesting! But, the preparation of my heart is where God is truly working in my life. He IS preparing me and calling me to be ready.

As I clear the clutter and prepare for next, I wonder for what are you preparing?


Lake Baikal, Siberia, March 1990

You know the ice breaker game played to encourage groups to get to know one another? Everyone tells an obscure fact about themselves that no one would ever guess. For the last 20 years, on such occasions, I’ve shared ‘I’ve been ice fishing in Siberia’ as my random factoid. Every once in a while I’ll play the ‘I finished a marathon’ card because it is actually more unbelievable than the Russian bit.

The thing is, I really have been ice fishing in Siberia. But as the years march on, my time in Russia is a story I don’t think much about anymore. Sure, it comes in handy for the icebreaker games or at cocktail parties, but who goes to those anymore?

Lately I’ve had Russia on my heart. And, I’m beginning to believe my random factoid isn’t so random after all.

I’m working on pulling the pieces of my story together. The biggest obstacle is clearing the cobwebs obscuring the view backward to 1990. And the fact that all of my photos, letters and memorabilia from this era of my life are hidden in the attic where it is 300+ degrees in the Texas summer heat. I lasted 15 minutes up there yesterday wishing whilst I sweltered that my Russia epiphany had occurred in December.

None the less, I’m on a mission. Mind you I have no clue what this mission is exactly. But, I’m being led to be ready and prepared. And that, my friends, includes a stroll down memory lane. Via the inferno of the attic.

And I am certain that God,

who began the good work within you,

will continue his work until it is finally finished

on the day when Christ Jesus returns.

Philippians 1:6

The (other) throne room

Potty Training Day #2.

‘Nuff said.

We All Bow Down

Husband and I just returned home from a glorious weekend in the Hill Country at Laity Lodge. We were blessed to spend the weekend with Christian leaders who challenged us to think about leadership, privilege and power. There were many mountain top moments but none so sweet as the sound of our collective voices rising from the canyon singing praise to our Lord.

Musicians and writers,

professors and lawyers,

pastors and doctors,

husbands and wives,

sons and daughters

all bowed down to the Light of the world and Lord of the cross.

He is the Love, unfailing love, He is the love of God.