I feel like life is passing by faster than I can keep up....but it is good and I am so blessed. My favorite thing right now is laughing at my children. God has blessed me with two of the funniest kids ever to walk this earth - at least that is my opinion. Caleb is really coming into his own. Daily I laugh at the things he comes up with. Here are two stories that made me laugh out loud.
The other day I was at Wal-Mart. The guy at the checkout had long brown hair and a beard. I could see Caleb watching him and his wheels were turning. Quietly he said, "hey, look at my shirt Jesus". "Jesus" didn't respond. Caleb said a little louder, "hey, look at my shirt, Jesus". "Jesus" still didn't respond. Caleb in a very loud voice for all to hear said, "HEY JESUS, LOOK AT MY SHIRT". I wasn't quite sure how to handle it, neither did "Jesus" otherwise known as Jay, Wal-Mart cashier. I am sure Caleb was wondering why "Jesus" wasn't listening to him and also perhaps why Jesus had a job at Wal-Mart.
On Wednesday of this week, Caleb and I went to lunch, just the two of us. I got him some Macaroni and Cheese and it was hot. I was blowing on it and couldn't resist taking a bite. He looked at me and said in a very stern voice, "Momma, don't eat Caleb's food." He put his hand just under my chin and said, "here Momma, spit right here in my hand, spit it out right now".
Foster is a mess too. He is getting so smart. He is a sponge at school and comes home with new tid bits each day. He is full of questions. The other day he wanted to know the difference between Jesus, God and The Holy Spirit. I heard from his Sunday School teacher that he then attempted to explain the Trinity to his fellow Sunday Schoolers. I am sure it was clear as mud, but to Foster, it made sense. I guess that is all that matters.
Life has been a bit of a roller coaster with Jason's job change, getting Jason's mom's house ready to sell and our possible adoption. In January, Jason closed his company because of how much stress it was contributing to his life. God has been our provider during this time. Jason has been able to keep his income up with freelance work while he pursues other opportunities.
We have spent almost 100 hours at Jason's mom's house getting it ready to sell. We are so excited about how it has turned out. We painted all the interior walls, cleaned and scrubbed, had new carpet placed and did minor repairs. It was so rewarding to see the huge change and in a small way I felt like we were honoring Emily by taking such good care of the home that she lived in for so many years. It is going to be bittersweet when it sells. I'm not going to lie, there will be some tears. There are a lot of memories trapped in those walls.
In March, we were selected by a birthmom to adopt her baby that is due November 4th. Last Monday, she called us and told us that she changed her mind and is going to keep the child....and then on Wednesday of that same week she wanted to change her mind back. When she told me this, I told her that she needed to not change her mind so quickly - she needed to give herself time and spend some time in prayer. That is where we left it. Yesterday she sent me a text and asked me to call her because she wanted to talk to me about something. I called her and she has not called me back. I have no idea what she is thinking or what is actually going to happen on November 4th. I figure it is a 50/50 chance either way and we are OK with that.
When I was young I was terrified of storms. I especially didn't like the sound of thunder that rattled the windows. Oh how I longed to be in my Dad's arms hearing him tell me that it was going to be OK. When we were at Disney World last summer, we took Foster on the Lilo & Stitch ride. We were strapped in this harness and the lights went out and it was pitch black. I knew that Foster was afraid. I reached over and grabbed his hand and rubbed his fingers to let him know that I was there, but I longed to snatch him up in my arms and whisper in his ear, "your OK, I'm here, don't be afraid, everything is going to be OK." Over the past several months, I have felt a little like I did as a child when it stormed or like Foster on the dark ride, but never have I felt so intensely the loving arms of Jesus wrapped around me telling me "it's going to be OK, I am here, I love you". Even during some of the saddest and most unsteady times in our lives over the past several months, I have never felt alone. God's peace and provision has blown me away. I am so thankful He has a plan and that His plan is good. I am thankful that He is always there and if I seek Him and listen, He is there gently whispering in my ear.
Until next time.
Blessings,
Becca
