Once upon a time....

Flash back to 1999, we were a family of four. Happy in our new roomy house and comfortable in our ways. A few years later, the Lord blessed us with an additional little package, little boy #3. Now we were a family of five and sure that would be the end. As time moved on, so did we. The Lord used the time that passed to open our eyes to His will. Several years ago, Bob and I individually heard the call to adoption. It has been a long "pregnancy", but during this incubation time, the Lord has brought us to where He wants us to be. Spring 2010, we traveled to Ethiopia where two little angels were waiting for the Lord's timing - to become our children. Now we are home and can't imagine life any differently! What a blessing to be in His will.

Galatians 4:5 says "God sent Christ to buy freedom for us, who were slaves to the law, so that He could adopt us as his very own children." We are just following his model. A Perfect picture of salvation.

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

Show Hope!

The things they say...

We were reading a book and in the story the dog gets sick. 

The text goes like this: 

     "What's wrong with him?" I ask. 

     "He ate too much," says Dad. "Someone overfilled his food dish."

At that point, in all seriousness Nardos says, "Wasn't me!"

Now that's what I call getting caught up in the story!

Monday, January 16, 2012

You know you are a Mother when...

I found this poem (in myriad of "stuff" I am unearthing in my house!).  I hope you enjoy it!

You Know You Are a Mother When…

  • You count the sprinkles on each kid’s cupcake to make sure they are equal.
  • You hide in the bathroom to be alone.
  • Your kid throws up and you catch it.
  • Someone else’s kid throws up at a party.  You keep eating.
  • You consider finger paints to be a controlled substance.
  • You’ve mastered the art of placing large quantities of pancakes and eggs on a plate without anything touching.
  • You cling to the high moral ground on toy weapons; your child chews his toast into the shape of a gun.
  • You hope ketchup is a vegetable, since it’s the only one your child eats.
  • You find yourself cutting your husband’s sandwiches into cute shapes.
  • You hear your mother’s voice coming out of your mouth when you say, “NOT in your good clothes.”
  • You stop criticizing the way your mother raised you.
  • You say, at least once a day, I’m not cut out for this job,” but you know you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

-- Author Unknown