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Hand Towels and Toenail Clippers

Now that I, your Lord and Teacher, have washed your feet, you also should wash one another's feet. I have set you an example that you should do as I have done for you. John 13:14-15

Jesus was always doing something that had never been done before, stirring up a variety of reactions. In John 13, however, Jesus did something that was done every day, hundreds of times, but it was still shocking. He did what no one else in the room had even considered doing. He washed his disciples' feet. Feet were a most unpleasant body part in Jesus' world. They were exposed to dirt, mud, and whatever else had been deposited in the street by people or animals. The tasks of dealing with feet were left to the lowest-ranked slave or servant in the house. Jesus chose this lowest position and most menial task to show his disciples-and us-how to go about the business of loving each other. Bill was a retired teacher. He spent his career teaching history and caring deeply for high schoo…

Fear Like I've Never Known

My friends it has been quite a rough couple of days here. Between Thursday night at 6 PM and Friday morning at 8 AM Gabriella had 3 seizures. Right after Sean came home from work, Connor and I were playing ball in the house and I was carrying Gabriella on my hip. We were running and laughing and having fun. Zack carried her upstairs and we were talking to her and she threw up. After she threw up she was lethargic and not responding and her color was grayish. I held her the rest of the night until bedtime and she seemed fine. Then around 4 am I heard her making a choking noise and I thought she had thrown up again and was choking on it. It was dark and I didn't turn any lights on just ran in, picked her up and ran to the bathroom. Again, I didn't turn on the lights but was yelling her name over and over. My oldest son heard me and came running and screamed for Sean to come. I couldn't get her mouth open and she was not responding at all! I still thought she was choking. Her…

Thank You!

I thank each of you for your kind words of support and prayers. Each one means so very much to us. It's amazing how my bloggin' buddies inspire me, encourage me, convict me, teach me, and bless me each day....THANK YOU!

I'm so glad we "met"! :)

Value of Life

Today a human life was cut short. A man that was the epitome of kindness left his earthly body and is now worshipping at his Master's feet. He will be sorely missed! He shared the bounty of his garden abundantly, laughed often and was always willing to lend a hand. When we were building our home he would come up to visit and by the time he left he was covered in sawdust, dirt and sweat because he was a server, a doer. He had a strong accent that we loved to hear. He had such a great sense of humor and loved his grandsons with abandon.

My feelings of loss are laced with anger too. Let me explain....On his birthday he had a anerusym and went into a coma. That was Sunday night. Last night (Tuesday) he was still in a coma but responding to "blink your eyes" and "move your hand". At one point he tried very hard to open his eyes. Things were looking up and everyone was encouraged. The drs. were pressuring his wife to "make a decision" about whether to keep …

One more?

Kyalynn had been home about 9 months when the Tsunami hit. I can remember laying in bed and asking Sean how can we make a difference in this world? My heart was mourning over all those lost in the tsunami and for those left behind. God used our questions to breathe adoption into our hearts again. We could change one childs life! Honestly, just to journey down the road to adoption once was amazing! Such a God thing! Especially, if you consider our finances :) But to journey twice was exciting yet terrifying at the same time. We began searching for a girl close in age to Kyalynn. We looked at every waiting child photolisting we could find but had no luck. Everyone was adamant it HAD to be another girl. After a period of time we felt our hearts changing and began looking at the waiting boys. Two boys stood out to us and we asked for more info on them. Sean felt the one boy might be a good fit and they sent us a video tape of him. As we gathered around the TV to watch we knew he was…

The Beginning...

I felt God's call to adoption l-o-n-g before Sean did. In fact, it was over 5 years long until Sean was willing to take some tiny, timid steps towards learning about adoption! It took us 3 tries before we found our agency and started attending adoption classes. During one of our class break times, Sean and I cornered a social worker and shared our fears about another couple we knew of that had requested a healthy infant and was referred a special needs child. We stated rather emphatically that we did not want that to happen to us. LOL! Lo and behold, God sure does have a sense of humor! Quite a few months later, we got a call from our social worker saying that the main agency had called her with a referral for a little girl with special needs. She told them we would NOT be interested but they insisted she call us because she kept hearing our name running thru her head. As soon as our social worker said a little girl I knew, I just knew, this was our daughter. So the couple who was…

Extravagant JOY!!!

After Connor came home we honestly thought we were done adding to our family but I saw a picture of this amazing little Asian beauty on a waiting child photolisting one day. Her information stated she had a serious disease but there were some discrepancies with the photolisting info and the agency info. So....Sean and I talked about her and prayed about her. We decided if the info came back negative to the disease we would pursue her adoption. Well, a couple days later we found out she didn't have the disease so we got on the adoption rollercoaster again. Long story very short.....after months and months of waiting, praying, hoping, and dreaming this little girl was not to be ours. My heart was crushed. I was angry, so angry at God. Actually, I was angry at pretty much everyone. Life came to a screeching halt for me but it continued on for everyone else. How could that possibly be? Doesn't anyone realize the injustice of this all?! I was numb.
But God!
He didn't let me in m…

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A full surrender in 2008

Less of self and more of Jesus, more and more each day like Thee; Just to live in full surrender for my Lord who ransomed me. - Wonder
To live for Christ, we must die to self.
The first day of a whole new year.....what could this year possibly hold for me? For my family?
I have no idea but I do know that God is in control, not only of my circumstances but of me. As I continue to mature in my faith I know it's a daily surrendering of my will, my desires, my hopes and dreams. Honestly, I thought I was pretty good at this whole surrendering thing but lately I've noticed I'm not! The cry of my heart is to be more like Jesus and I strive day by day to become more like Him but.... many days I fail miserably! He has been gently showing me areas of my life I have not totally surrendered to Him. Of course, at first I act shocked that He thinks I haven't given Him complete control but truth is I know I haven't. Unfortunately, one of the biggest areas (struggles) that I see and…

Higher Ground

"I press on toward the goal for the prize of the upward call of God in Christ Jesus." Philippians 3:14 I'm pressing on the upward way, New heights I'm gaining every day; Still praying as I onward bound, Lord plant my feet on higher ground. My heart has no desire to stay Where doubts arise and fears dismay; Tho some may dwell where these abound, My prayer, my aim is higher ground. I want to live above the world, Tho satan's darts at me are hurled; For faith has caught the joyful sound, The song of saints on higher ground. I want to scale the utmost height, And catch a gleam of glory bright; But still I'll pray till heav'n I've found, Lord, lead me on to higher ground. Chorus: Lord, lift me up and let me stand, By faith, on heaven's tableland, A higher plane than I have found; Lord, plant my feet on higher ground. Words, Johnson Oatman, Jr. 1892 Tune, Charles H. Gabriel, 1902