My friend Kelsey has recently been convicted to live in gratitude.
For example, she got a speeding ticket and chose to be thankful for what she did have...a car, an ability to drive, safe children, etc.
I struggle with this.
It is hard to be thankful when things are going "wrong". But aren't things always going wrong? it is just a matter of opinion, I think! So, I am going to choose to see things positively when I want to be frustrated. For example, I will choose to be thankful that Eli is healthy in Africa with loving caregivers and all the food, shelter and water he needs. I am thankful that his bed is right next to another bed, so he is getting interaction with another child. I am thankful that he should be good at "self soothing" since he has had to do that so much. I am thankful that he is OURS, whether we can be there with him or not.
How's that for gratitude? It took me a while to think of things to be thankful for. What I want to say is, "HOW CAN I BE THANKFUL TO NOT HAVE MY SON?". But I am choosing gratitude today.
It has been eight weeks since we passed court.
Many people have passed in 5-6 weeks. Many people have taken longer than 13 weeks. It is weird....trying to plan the summer and fall.
I find myself telling people "Maybe...we'll have to see".
For someone who already has a tough time committing to things, this makes me even worse.
Have I posted this yet? This was 6 months...poor little finn. Turned 6 months the day we flew home from Ethiopia. We were both sickly and tired...even one week later on Easter. This picture was taken on Easter...and I just remember we were sitting in a corner outside of the service trying to make it :) But for feeling yucky, he looks pretty sweet, although you can see his tired eyes. We tried solids the day after we got back, then took a week hiatus when we weren't feeling well. Ever since, we've been going strong on that front. He is so much fun. He is now 7 months. I promise I'm catching up here.
In other news, I am struggling with home stuff. I really want to focus my heart on things "not of this world"....like my faith, my children....the ENORMOUS pile of laundry that spills out of the closet... I don't want to be consumed with my "stuff" or my house...and to go along with the season of gratitude, I have a beautiful house. 2 bathrooms. That is huge in many places. One bathroom is a luxury in many countries. Hot water is a luxury. CLEAN water is a luxury in many places. I have a beautiful house. Plenty of room. Yet I want more. Where is the balance...in finding a home that has more room for my kiddos...but not feeling like I am consumed with "stuff". The boys and Brandon and I will be fine here for another couple years, but if we try to add another child in this house...forget it :) It will be squished. There I go again. Because Brandon's dad grew up in a small home with an outdoor bathroom. He and his brother shared a tiny room and his sisters shared a room across the hall. it was "squished" much more that I can imagine. And they made it JUST FINE.
It's all perspective, friends.
So, if the Lord allows us to sell our home, I will take it to mean we are free to move on. To buy something different. And if not...well...we will be squished for a while. (NO BABY ANNOUNCEMENT HERE...), we just might get squished in a couple years...
To make you smile, Brandon visited a school in Adama, the town our little man was found in, when we went to meet Yosef. They sang a song in english for him....can you hear it? You like Choc-o-lot, I like choc-o-lot... :)
I stayed home with Finn and Eli. I will hopefully get to visit the school on this trip!
No news from the Embassy today. I did email them.
I bet they're getting sick of me.
If I could take them cookies, I would.
But then, that might look like bribery, so maybe I wouldn't.
Daughter of God. Wife to an amazing Army man, teacher to wild second graders, mom to two dogs named Buoy and Bella. Love decorating, thrift stores, baking, blog stalking, shopping, crafting, decorating and EXERCISE! I am trusting God to do big things in our life as we journey together.