The Gift of Hurt - Part One

This week God gave me a new gift - the gift of hurt. In the midst of 'how many more kids can I pick up for work? Has anyone called T about a job yet? When do we need to start paying for our own insurance?' God stepped in to say - you are BLESSED. In the last several days, I have now watched two painful videos which are now seared in my mind. They didn't leave me with a feeling of hope, or of peace. They stirred me to the point of tears. Tears for children I will never know. Tears for children I can never help. And in sharing these videos with T, I remarked that as painful as they were to watch - I think we all should step out of our comfort zones to allow our very souls to be hurt. As my tears flowed freely this morning, all our problems seemed to melt away and my eyes were opened. I think that no matter how religious or aware of social issues we are - we, as Americans, continue to shut our eyes. It's not our problem. We can't do anything about it anyway. I ask that you take the time to view the video below as a painful eye opener.



I confess, at one point I use to make the same remarks as many I have heard from others, "why don't we help the kids in our country first?" NO CHILD in our country has to suffer the way those children do. "Why don't we take care of our own? It isn't our responsibility to try to solve someone else's problems." But oh, it is. As I said above, we are SO blessed. In the midst of economic turmoil and rising unemployment - this country is still prosperous and blessed by God. And yet we continue to squander his gifts.

In the aftermath of the video, we both lamented that we don't do enough, nearly enough. And even with 3 children sponsored through Compassion, it still isn't enough. And it is sad to know that we are doing 3 times more than the average American. That is painful to acknowledge. Our own ability to close our eyes and shut out the cries of God's children. If you are one that is active in charity and helping others, I applaud you. But I know that the "harvest is plentiful and the workers are few."

If you made it to the end of that video, you were able to see the seed of hope that was planted. The children are now being cared for and their older sister, "through a sponsor from America, is now being given the chance to just be a child." That is hope. And even if it is only one child, or three children being helped - they were not forgotten. Because someone took the time to open their eyes and feel the pain of another. Please search your own heart and pray about sponsoring a child now, I know you will not regret it and you will be blessed by your work with the Lord's children.
Please browse Compassion's website. (They have children listed from 25 countries. You may choose a child based on country, birthdate, sex, and/or age.) Also, please list my name as your Compassion Advocate in the notes section if you decide to sponsor so that they can credit the Advocate network in South Carolina with a sponsorship vs. the website. Compassion audits all information closely to see that all areas are fruitful and worth the investment made. Please let me know if you have any questions about sponsorship or Compassion's vision and work.

The Gift of Hurt - Part Two

So here I go, pulling my soapbox over again. Last week, on the anniversary of the Roe v. Wade Supreme Court decision, I stumbled upon another video. I entered a group on Facebook which lobbies President Obama to help keep partial birth illegal. I clicked on a "must see" video mentioned and 10 minutes later, my eyes were once again re-opened to the pain that Christ must feel when He gazes upon His world. I need to preface by saying that this video is very, very, VERY graphic. However, I don't think now, that I would change my mind and not click on that Play button.

To see the video, go to this site and click on "Play in English"

After viewing the above video (by accident), I was bombarded in the news, of the joy of Obama's re-reinstatement of funds for abortions internationally. I was blown away by comments of others praising his actions. Again, Americans choose to close their eyes to the pain of children. It is much easier to see a developing baby as immaterial, pre-viable, or a parasite. It is much easier to sweep abortion under the rug with statements like "well I don't believe in abortion but it isn't my choice to make, it is their body". This is why I think all Christians, and all Americans for that matter - should watch that video. To see that for us to stand by and excuse the murder of innocent children as a consequence of society or a mother's choice is irresponsible. To see that while Drs. and pro-choicers may say the fetus is just a mass or a unintended burden, that with your own eyes - you see God's creation destroyed unmercifully.

To see poor babies and the pain they endured and not feel for them is unfathomable to me. I do not understand how churches across our country are now turning their head and not speaking out against this abomination. Not wanting to step on any toes. Here's what I can't understand - at the same time last week, news stories headlined with the story of a 20-year old in Belgium busting into a daycare and slashing babies and teachers with a kitchen knife. 2 infants and 1 teacher were killed. Are those infants any less or more formed than the ones you saw in the video??

In 2006, 5 little girls were massacred in an Amish schoolhouse - and we were all in shock.
In 2007, 32 students were shot and killed at Virginia Tech - and the nation mourned.
In 1999, 12 children were shot and killed at Columbine - and we were up in arms.
Since 1973, over 45 million infants have been burned to death, torn into shreds, or have had their brains sucked out. I know that sounds graphic - but where is the shock? where is the mourning? what makes those 45 million babies' lives less valuable than 2, 5, or 12 who were given the chance at life before it was stolen from them?

My son Seth was born 3 weeks premature. Do you know that if partial birth abortion is re-instated, that I could have chose to 'terminate' him for any reason. My son was no less a child at 37 weeks than my other two were at 40 weeks.

So as I watched this video, and tears streamed down my face, I asked "God, how much longer will you allow this to happen to your children?" And again, I felt that as Christians, our eyes have been shut for far too long. I have written congressmen, and it wasn't enough. I have joined the Susan B. Anthony foundation, and it wasn't enough. I have argued with close friends, and it wasn't enough. I have posted information and forwarded emails, and it wasn't enough. We have NOT done enough to protect our nation's children for fear of offending the 'rights' of others. And I am fearful of the day, and the plight of this country, when God does step in and say "ENOUGH!"

Our new dentist

This evening we were coming back from an eye Dr. appt. in Columbia (where I found my eyes still haven't healed completely and are ONLY 20/40. Better than legally blind though! It's only been a month...) So, I had pawned my restless toddler off with a neighbor and was talking to T on the cell as he drove back from Florida. The boys were in the back seat trying to see who could slap the other in the back of the head hard enough to make said brother's eyes pop out. I assume this was the game anyway. I fussed at them to cut it out, I was on the phone for Pete's sake!! T told me to leave them alone. When one of them got hurt, then I could just say, "well... I told you to stop. You deserved to get hurt." (Daddy wisdom, haha).

A couple minutes later I hear screaming and crying coming from the back seat and look in the mirror to see Seth holding his mouth with blood in his hand. I hang up with T and Seth stammers out, "Braeden pulled my toof!!" At which I did the truly sympathetic and motherly thing - I started laughing. Seems Seth had a hoody on, which he was pulling over his head to ward off impending blows, I guess. Braeden yanked hard on the hoody and the band caught Seth's mouth and pulled out an already-loose tooth. So, I'm driving down the highway finding loose napkins in the console. Poor Seth. If any thing can be damaged, or any freak accident happen - it will be at Braeden's hands. It's going to be a long 12 more years until adulthood.

Side by Side (or up/down)

My friend Tawnya requested a side-by-side of me AND Addison at 3 years old. I misunderstood. It wasn't that hard finding a picture as my mom was a wonderful blogger before the days of blogs and has all my pictures neatly labeled and at each age in a nice binder. Her baby book is now putting me to shame as I reach baby #3. I just filled out her age 2 page today.

So...she definitely has my eyes. T says she has my nose. She also has my mouth. But she doesn't look like me. Oh well, I think she is prettier anyway.

He died 4 me

I'm back to bragging. Remember in this post about Seth when I mentioned the thoughtful present (to remain un-named) that Seth had bought his Daddy? He saved some of his birthday money when we were in Bible book store and brought me this gift and asked, "Mommy, can I use my money to buy this for Daddy?" It took about half of his savings, big bucks for a little wallet. We came home, wrapped it, and hid it. T's birthday was in December and we completely forgot it. So this week, Seth remembers and gives T his gift:
It is a spinner ring that says, "HE DIED 4 ME. I LIVE 4 HIM." T has been showing it off to everyone. The reason it is so special and thoughtful for Seth to have picked this out is that it matches T's tattoo. One he got after his best friend Mike was killed in an accident 2 years ago. Mike and he had picked out and bought a shirt with this design and the above transcription to one day get tattoos of. Mike was buried in his shirt so T went through with his first and only tattoo that reads "Christ 4 life". While I wasn't completely thrilled with T getting the tattoo 2 years ago, it has really grown on me and I love that he would want to make such a bold, and permanent, statement. God has brought us through so much in the past 5 years. And we have continued to learn, to grow, and to try to trust. While we are far from perfect Christians, far from perfect parents, and far from even the word "perfect", it is comforting to know that no matter what happens today or tomorrow, that we are branded as His children. With or without rings or tattoos. I was bought at a price. And that can never change. So even when my faith wavers, or my trust is shaky - I know that He doesn't give up on me. The same way I would never give up on my own children. And that is true peace to rest in, when I LIVE 4 HIM and stop thinking only of myself.

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John 10:28-30

I give them eternal life, and they shall never perish; no one can snatch them out of my hand. My Father, who has given them to me, is greater than all ; no one can snatch them out of my Father's hand. I and the Father are one."

Don't worry mommy...

This kid is just too cute. I could eat him up. And every couple of days, he really turns on his charm and wit, especially when he knows you may be needing it.

Every time we had chicken with any kind of bone, Braeden would ask about the wishbone. So today, when we had a whole rotisserie chicken, I found the wishbone and let him and his brother fight it out. (Except for the fact that the bone was pretty plastic and refused to break.) Braeden then says, "you know what I wished for Mommy??? That I could go to Heaven!" To which I replied, "well that is a very good wish but you have to make me a deal. If you decide to go you have to take us all with you because I don't want you going by yourself!"

10 minutes later the boys were preparing to go with T to our friends to ride mini-me-bikes. The little, itty bitty dirtbikes. Two years ago T's best friend died in a motorcycle accident so this was a first and T was extremely anxious about the boys riding motorcycles, little or not. But they got back 'on the horse' and had a great time. Now the boys can't sleep because they are so excited about riding on a real dirt track next weekend with Mike and T.

So while getting ready to go, Braeden was so excited and I kissed him and told him, "you be careful!", to which he said, "don't worry mommy, I'm not going to die" in the most reassuring little voice ever. To which I smiled and thought to myself, I'm just glad you didn't win the wishbone today sweetie... A girl can only take so much stress!

** the picture above is with his Ephesian's soldier bear. We got another to take to his buddy Amanuel in TWENTY-SEVEN DAYS!!! I took pictures of the kids with theirs to put in Amanuel's photo album I am bringing him. Little man sleeps with his bear everynight and it has been a great memory tool (for mommy, not for the kids!) We have been writing to our Compassion children referencing Ephesians 6. Braeden's Kindergarten teacher told me that one day he was making an army truck in the block center to remind him that he "was a soldier for God." My mom says he is the one that is going to grow up to be a pastor. With his wit and stories, I'm thinking mega-church....

Ephesians 6: 13-17
13Therefore put on the full armor of God, so that when the day of evil comes, you may be able to stand your ground, and after you have done everything, to stand. 14Stand firm then, with the belt of truth buckled around your waist, with the breastplate of righteousness in place, 15and with your feet fitted with the readiness that comes from the gospel of peace. 16In addition to all this, take up the shield of faith, with which you can extinguish all the flaming arrows of the evil one. 17Take the helmet of salvation and the sword of the Spirit, which is the word of God.

What's up??

So in the last couple days:

- T was laid off from his very successful job we had planned on being a career.

- I went from part-time speech therapist / mom, to full-time therapist over-night.

- Overnight, I also went from a positive, happy ball of faith to a sniffling, pile of pity.

- We went from planning on moving to Chapel Hill for an even better job -

- To a big question mark????

- I went from having too much to say to being pretty much speechless. I'll let you know when things change a bit.