Thursday, November 21, 2013

{Review} The Nativity Story app


Hey, kids, want to play with my phone?

With The Nativity Story app, you'll be wanting to invite them to play with your iPhone. Or iPad. They'll be thrilled, obviously. And as a parent, you'll be thrilled they're hearing/reading the story of Jesus' birth. Win-win, I tell you.

Ben (who turns 4 in two days!) just saw these pictures of them using the app and he volunteered: "Mom, you know I love that Christmas book on your phone. It's my favorite."

Aimed at a generation that doesn't know life without technology, this app is like a vintage pop-up book, with classic woodcut-style illustrations. Yet it's interactive. Kids can tap the screen to help Joseph and Mary find a place to stay, create sound effects, add character dialogue. The story from the gospel according to Luke can be read aloud, that to a narrator, or read individually. Plus there are donkeys, children, and angels to hear!

And those things things are what my kids mentioned liking about this app after going through the story six times one recent morning. Cate liked that she could read it herself or have the narrator read it. They liked making the characters speak and Ben especially liked hearing the animal noises. In unison, they also said they liked the baby.

As a momma, I'm really glad to hear they like Baby Jesus. Hopefully they'll continue to like him and, more importantly, love him as the son of God. The fact Jesus was born as a baby, just like they were, makes the Christmas story so real to kids. The way they embrace it melts my sometimes-cynical grown-up heart.

About the app :: Aimed for kids ages 2-10, The Nativity Story app brings the Christmas story alive. Where will baby Jesus be born? At the market? At a restaurant? At the inn? Readers of this book app can follow Joseph and Mary on their search for a place to stay in Bethlehem. Along the way they encounter a variety of colourful local people and animals. This is a fun and engaging way to share the original story of Christmas with the young generation and remind them what Christmas is all about.

Download here :: The Nativity Story - Popup Deluxe Edition for the iPad ($3.99) or The Nativity Story - Popup Mini Edition for the iPhone ($1.99)
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FlyBy Promotions offered me this iPhone app for free in exchange for a review of my thoughts. 

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Wednesday, November 20, 2013

{Adoption} Meeting her birth mom

Cate was a little quieter than usual at first, but the more she told her about learning to ride a bike and her school, the more herself she became. Before too long, she was asking questions and telling stories packed with details as usual.

In this scenario that unfolded in a restaurant parking lot in October, my daughter had the chance to meet her birth mom. My 6-year-old girl told me later she didn't know how meeting her would be. As her mom, I was so excited about this meeting, even though I wasn't exactly sure how it would go either.

The circumstances of the day prompted the conversation weeks before between her birth mom and I. It was going to be logistically convenient for Cate to meet her. So we talked about it. I told her about how I thought it would be for Cate. She shared what she was comfortable doing.

And we did it.

And I'm so thankful we did.

Cate actually saw her birth mom when she was 3 months old and she's heard about her since. I showed her a picture of the woman who gave her life for the first time on her sixth birthday earlier this year. Each conversation we have reveals more about the story I love to tell.

I adored Cate's birth mom from the day we met almost seven years ago. We'd eat lunch at restaurants after her doctor's appointments, and we'd drive the 4 1/2 hours back home so thankful for her. Yes, she gave Cate life and gave us a family. But I also genuinely enjoyed being around her. Just a couple months shy of 19 when she birthed Cate, she's gone on to finish college, marry, and work as a nurse in the past 6 1/2 years.

For my daughter to get a taste of that last month was such a blessing.

We ended up sharing another meal together, this time with our extended families. At that table of 19, my girl chose to sit next to her birth mom. And her birth mom graciously and bravely got to know the Cate I'm proud to call my daughter.

Yes, Cate is only 6. But she's so accepting of adoption right now, which is why I believed it to be a good time for this meeting to happen. I also know how Cate remembers details of events and people. And her birth mom is a person I certainly want her to remember.

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Like every child is different, I know every adoption is different. Birth moms process adoptions differently and want different kinds of relationships throughout the process and in the years that follow. And that's OK.

Our story with Ben's birth mom is different but one we also value and hold dear. A boy with a different personality, Ben isn't in the same place with Cate as adoption. And that's OK too. We still talk about it.

So much of adoption is faith. Faith in God. Faith in the birth moms. Faith in the process. Faith in the conversations that come as the kids grow up. But I believe adoption stories matter.
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Tuesday, November 19, 2013

Giving thanks for community


The same year my son was born our small group from church started a tradition. I'm not sure we knew it was going to be a tradition, but this group of where the kids at least equaled in number the adults gathered around a table for a Thanksgiving meal.

That was 2009. And, actually, Greg and I didn't get to go because Ben was born on that Monday afternoon. We brought him home that Tuesday afternoon, just hours before they had our first Thanksgiving. Not only did we not go, but my friend Sarah made the green bean casserole I was supposed to bring. And then our friends brought us plates overflowing with delicious food. We weren't at the actual table with them that first year, but we were with them and they were with us.

Community works that way. 

Four years later, we still gather around the table for a Thanksgiving meal. It happened Monday night, when I broke out my china plates for the first time. For 11 years and 3 months, that china has been sitting around, supposedly waiting for a "special occasion." Truth be told, I was persuaded to register for the china and really wouldn't regret had I not added it. But I have it. And I decided having it sit there was pointless.

Because everyday community is a special occasion.

We're not technically in an official small group with these people because we scattered to build relationships with other generations in our church, but these people are our community. We've mourned and prayed and dreamed and hoped and planned and played and cheered and cried and laughed.

And my girl friends even washed by hand the china plates I probably would have put in the dish washer. They're into the ordinary details like that. They're helpful like that. We're in this together like that.

That's Ben sitting on top of the couch in a blue shirt. He was a day old when this group gathered around a table, literally, to give thanks for how we gather around the table, figuratively, with each other in our daily lives. He's grown up knowing those other kids who surround him on the couch and their parents. He's grown up in community.

Among these four families, we have nine kids from 7 years to almost 7 months (two of them weren't in the picture ...). Yes, the adults were outnumbered last night. But we sat around the table, talking and laughing while we played a Thanksgiving-inspired version of The Game of Things. The kids laughed and played their own games in the living room. Just like us adults, the kids were excited to share life.

We jokingly talk about how Ben and Davey (sitting on the couch in the navy shirt), who are less than a month apart in age, may both be chasing after Caroline (purple rain boots), who is less than a year younger. Regardless of what happens, I'm thankful they don't know life apart from each other. And I pray they all inspire each other to chase after God. 

These are my people. This is my community.

I continue to be amazed about how God has build community up around me and my family. With these three families. And with others. Honestly, I wondered if that would happen here.

I moved back to my college town that is also my husband's hometown when I was 23. I couldn't imagine people my age would move into a rural college town on the edge of far western Kentucky. My dear college friend Jaclyn (in the grey sweatshirt), who stayed after she had her degree in hand, and I were thankful for each other when I moved back.

But God did more. He surprised us with community in a town I wasn't sure would be able to offer us new friends. And that community continues to happen right here around my table. 
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I'm linking this Jen Ferguson's Soli Deo Gloria party, where she shows true beauty this week, and Jennifer Dukes Lee's #TellHisStory because community is one of the best parts of God's story.

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{Behind the Scenes} A little quiet first


We didn't leave the house Saturday and it was lovely.

The kids played the Wii and stayed in their pajamas until well into the afternoon. Cate helped me wrap presents. Greg read the kids books. Greg and the kids raked up leaves. I scrapbooked and designed our annual Christmas letter {which may be my favorite yet!}. We ate lunch, watched some football, and cleaned up. Some friends came over for dinner and a couple games of Settlers of Catan that evening.

Y'all. We didn't the leave the house. And I loved every minute. I even answered the door at one point near noon and my hair still looked like a tornado had blown through.

Saturday was the week before our calendar begins to be packed. First up is  Ben's birthday weekend with family coming into town and friends come over for a party. Then it's to Branson for Thanksgiving. Then back home and it'll already be December. The all that it is Christmas around here begins: Parade. Jesus Birthday Party. Christmas with other attorneys. Huge Taylor Family Christmas Party. Christmas with Greg's office. Christmas with friends. Christmas in Louisville. Christmas at home with just the four of us. Christmas with Greg's cousins. A road trip to Dallas to celebrate Christmas some more and meet my new nephew.

And then it'll be January. And a new year.

I seriously love this time of the year. I like the parties and music and food and gifts and spiritual conversations that happen. But I loved being at home for a whole entire Saturday before the holiday season gets underway around here. God knew I needed that time. Like seasons are good for our soul, so is the mixture of quiet and celebration.

One way I intentionally embrace this season is do the Christmas shopping I love to do in the months leading up to the end of the year. I buy things along the way as I see gifts that remind me of the people I want to give them to. It makes it easier for me to find meaningful gifts and to enjoy the hustle that comes with Christmas parties and events. Remember, we're a family of extroverts, but, even so, there are only 24 hours in a day.

Speaking of buying gifts, DaySpring has some fabulous items on sale right now. Plus who doesn't love shopping online, where gifts can be purchased while you're sitting in PJs and then show up on your door step?!

Then go jump in the piles of leaves at least one more time ...


Pretty please? Here's to hoping you're able to embrace this holiday season that isn't too far from being upon us. We all have plenty to celebrate.
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I'm linking up with Crystal Stine's Behind the Scenes because these pictures of the kids playing in the leaves are a glimpse into our day spent entirely at home. For the record, it did start raining just as I asked the kids to pose for that last picture. 

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Monday, November 18, 2013

{Adoption} Documenting the stories


My kids have baby books like many others. I took out the pages on pregnancy and added pages to document the adoption process details. Thankfully, the baby books I've used were able to be altered.

"Before You Were Mine: Discovering Your Adopted Child's Lifestory" inspired me to document the adoption part of my kids' story. I'm one who likes to document in stories and pictures anyway, so doing this was a natural project for me. "Before You Were Mine" by Susan Tebos and Carissa Woodwyk is a excellent resources that asks questions of adoptive parents so they can compile thorough information of their child's story, which truly begins at conception and not adoption.

Our adoptions were independent, open adoptions that allowed us to have our babies in our arms since the days they were born. While it didn't apply to us, "Before You Were Mine" does discuss international and older-child adoptions. It's also filled with scriptures that connect adoption to the way God accept us into his family.

Included in our kids' baby books are the usual first words and other firsts, favorite songs, weights and heights to document their growth, family trees, and nursery pictures. But there are also timelines of the adoption processes, details on their birth parents, blessings from our family and friends who celebrated the finalization of the legal part of the process, and pictures of their birth moms from the days they were born.
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Cate's book is titled "Chosen" and quotes Zephaniah 3:17 at the beginning. Ben's is called "Beloved," which I took from Deuteronomy 33:12. Here's a little story about Ben's book and how God showed up in the details:

I had Ben's adoption story book nearly finished before I found the name I wanted. One evening, I asked Greg for some suggestions and he rattled off a few that weren't meaningful enough to me. Then later, when I was bugging him again, he said, "What about beloved?"

Beloved.

Yes, that fits.

Then I was Googling Bible verses that used the word "beloved" that I could incorporate onto the title page of Ben's book. I skipped over several from Song of Solomon.

And then I read this:

About Benjamin he said: "Let the beloved of the LORD rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the LORD loves rests between his shoulders." {Deuteronomy 33:12}

I was thinking, SERIOUSLY? "About Benjamin ..." Really could it be more perfect? And the message is one I want Ben to know. He can rest secure in the Lord, who protects him.

Yes, God is definitely in the details.
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Documenting childhood
And while I'm sharing about documenting kids' lives, here are some other resources I use that have nothing to do with adoption specifically:
And some notes about scrapbooking in terms of documenting their childhoods: My kids don't have their own scrapbooks. They have their adoption/baby books that I've added adoption-related things to as they learn more about their stories.

I've also started thick binders with plain 8 1/2-by-11 page protectors, where I slip in school work or certificates they bring home from school or extracurricular activities. I DO NOT SAVE ALL THOSE PAPERS THEY BRING HOME FROM SCHOOL.

I do choose to save some, like the occasional spelling tests, writing journals, special projects -- mostly because they'll be fun to look back at when they are older.

And then there is a family collection of scrapbooks organized chronologically with a few special books for vacations. I suppose they can fight over them or divide up the pages when they're adults. 


Adopted or not, how do you document childhood in your house? 
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This is the ninth post in a series of adoption posts this month. You can find them all here, as they are published throughout the month. 

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Sunday, November 17, 2013

{Giveaway} The First Christmas


"The First Christmas Night" is a beautiful retelling of the birth of Jesus on that joyous night in Bethlehem so long ago. The poem begins with the arrival of Mary and Joseph in Bethlehem and winds though Christ’s birth, the angels’ appearance to the shepherds, and the visit by the wise men.

'Twas the very first Christmas, 
when all through the town
not a creature was stirring -
there was not a sound.

Did you recognize the rhyme? Different words, but, yes, it sounds like "The Night Before Christmas." I love this version of the Christmas story because it's the one that really matters. It's like tradition meets truth. The simple, yet elegant, verses will appeal to little ones and are accompanied by the rich illustrations.

Just take a look ...


That's Cate showing you her favorite page, which says:

He had not a crib,
but in a manger instead, 
the tiny new baby
lay down his sweet head.


Here is another. Those wise men look so real!

When they finally found
the babe they had sought,
gold, frankincense, and myrrh
were the gifts that they brought. 
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About the author :: Keith Christopher is a composer, arranger, orchestrator, and educator, and he has served as editor and producer for several major music publishers. In addition to writing and studio producing, Keith served on the faculty at the Blair School of Music of Vanderbilt University in Nashville. He lives in Hendersonville, Tennessee, with his wife and two children.

About the illustrator :: At a very early age, Christine Kornacki developed a love for painting and bringing stories to life. After receiving a BFA in illustration from the University of Hartford, her dreams of illustrating children's books began to take shape, including illustrating best-selling "The Sparkle Box" for Ideal's Children's Books. Christine's recent work also includes illustrating the six-book series for the American Girl historical doll characters Marie-Grace and Cecile. She spends her days painting in her studio, which adjoins a charming cafe in New Haven, Connecticut.

About the book :: Publisher by Ideals Books, "The First Christmas Night" is a 32-page, hardcover book. Aimed at kids ages 4-8, the rhyming language can help them develop verbal language skills and learn to read. This book is ideal for family story time during the holidays, children's ministers and Sunday school teachers, and even Christmas carolers who want to set it to a tune! You can learn more about it at the book's website and Ideal Books' Facebook page.
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So who wants a copy? Just leave a comment below telling me a truth or tradition you love about Christmas. This giveaway is open to U.S. and Canadian residents. A winner will be chosen randomly on Saturday, Nov. 23.

EDITED: Congratulations, Carrie Coombs! You win a copy of "The First Christmas Night." I hope Elijah likes it and you all enjoy your Christmas as a family.
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I received our copy of "The First Christmas Night" free from FlyBy Promotions in exchange for this mention on my blog. This review is composed from my own thoughts and those my kids shared with me. I have no doubt we'll actually use this book for years to come. I included Amazon affiliate links because I do think the book is worth buying. 

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Friday, November 15, 2013

{Five Minute Friday} Tree

I've missed the Five Minute Friday link ups. It's been since August since I joined and even then that was the first one since May. Geez. But here I am. I wrote for five minutes last night when Lisa-Jo Baker offered a sneak peek to the word on Twitter. I should mention I wrote for five minutes while laying on the couch and watching "Grey's Anatomy." 

Five minutes. Just write. And then share. This week's word is TREE. 

I'm a summer girl. Give me hot days over snow. Days spent at the pool have always been among my favorite. I don't drink coffee or hot tea but give me a fruit slush or snow cone.

And then fall comes. And I love it. I look out my front door and see the tree. The one that arches over my yard. The one that welcomes mini vans and kids and bikes and strollers. The one that changes to a beautiful yellow and sends its leaves to carpet the ground.

And then the temperature dropped and the winds blew fiercely. All the leaves were down. The tree was bare.

Time is escaping my grasp. This season is blurring over into the next. And I'm reminded to embrace this day and this season and that tree.
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{Adoption} Reflecting Christ's Love

I connected with Jennifer Jackson Linck on Facebook through another blogging friend because I want to read her book about adoption. I haven't read it yet, but it's right at the top of my Amazon wish list. She's graciously sharing a peek into her adoption story here with us today. 


I remember the moment like it was yesterday. I was holding our birth mother’s hand and I had just learned that I would have a son. With tears streaming down my face, God spoke to a deep place in my heart.

"You have an opportunity to share the love of Jesus with her," the Spirit whispered.

It was true. She didn’t have anyone else. She was scared. She was alone. It was a privilege to hold her hand and share that moment. There were eternal purposes at stake.

When God called my husband and I to adopt, domestic adoption scared us. The thought of having a relationship with a birth mother made me nervous and uneasy. We had heard horror stories of birth mothers changing their minds and children being yanked from their adoptive families.

Looking back we were uneducated. Thankfully, God showed us what His plan for birth families and adoptive families could look like. It really can be a beautiful reflection of Christ’s love.

We were waiting to bring home a child from Ethiopia when I met my son’s birthmother. She was living at the homeless shelter where I worked. I saw her every day. God gave me the opportunity to share His truth with her. A beautiful relationship formed between two ordinary people who were filled with love for a baby boy.

Jackson’s birth mother will always hold a special place in my heart. I admire and respect her for choosing life for her child. She gave me the greatest gift. Something I prayed and yearned for, for so long.

A photo of Jackson’s birth mother and I is displayed in his room. We still talk often and I send her photos regularly. Something I feared in the beginning has turned into something I cherish.

I can’t imagine not walking beside her during those months leading up to our son’s birth. Those months are full of sweet memories that I will be able to share with my son when he’s old enough to understand.

That is worth everything.
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Jennifer Jackson Linck loves to share how God answered her heart’s cry to be a mother and is passionate about adoption, orphan care, and encouraging others struggling with infertility. Her book “Bringing Home the Missing Linck: A Journey of Faith to Family” was released in October. A graduate of the University of Oklahoma, Jennifer received a bachelor’s degree in journalism and spent several years working as a reporter for The Oklahoman. As a ghostwriter, Jennifer completed the book "Common Threads" in 2011 with author Patty Bultman.

Jennifer is a Texan at heart but resides in Oklahoma with her husband, John, and their son, Jackson. She is unashamed of her addiction to Dr Pepper and loves anything related to a cupcake. She blogs about her faith, family, and adoption at www.jenniferjacksonlinck.com. Her blog exists to encourage women struggling with infertility and/or traveling the crazy, overwhelming, and expensive road to adoption. Jennifer hopes to offer a glimmer of hope to first-time mothers who aren’t quite sure what they’ve gotten themselves into.
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This is the eighth post in the ongoing adoption series celebrating National Adoption Awareness Month. Find all the posts here, as they are published throughout the month. 

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Thursday, November 14, 2013

{Adoption} Helping orphans


"... These could be our daughters and our sons
And just like a drum I can hear their hearts beating
I know my God won’t let them be defeated
Every child has a dream to belong and be loved

Boys become kings, girls will be queens
Wrapped in Your majesty
When we love, when we love the least of these
Then they will be brave and free
Shout your name in victory ..."

{From "Kings & Queens" by Audio Adrenaline}

I've been focusing on National Adoption Awareness Month around here. Another part of this topic is orphans. There are kids across this globe who may not have families to provide basic needs. As much as many of us would like to, it's not realistic to bring them all to our Americans houses. But we can help.

Compassion International and Samaritan's Purse are my two favorite ministries that help these orphans. I know there are many, many other options that do excellent work. These are just two I have personal experience with and feel comfortable recommending to you. Both of these ministries have specific ways to give that have become holiday traditions in our family.

Compassion International
Yes, you can sponsor a child for $38 a month and ensure medical, physical, educational and spiritual needs are met for a particular child. This sponsorship become a relationship as letters are exchanged. My kids especially love when our two sponsored kids draw us pictures. Coloring is a universal language, apparently.

But if you can't or already do sponsor a child, you can also make one-time donations.

Help Children Affected by Philippines Typhoon A timely need comes in the aftermath of the typhoon that hit last week and has devastated the Philippines, where thousands of children and families have lost their homes and are in need of food, water, shelter and medical attention. UNICEF estimates 1.7 million children live in the typhoon's path. You can donate to this relief effort specifically through Compassion. When you give to this fund, you help Compassion workers provide relief, recovery and rehabilitation to the families affected by this storm. Relief comes as emergency food and water, temporary shelters, personal items and clothing, cooking utensils and other household items, trauma counseling and spiritual support. Any money raised beyond what's needs for the Philippines will be put into the general Disaster Relief Fund to help families affected by future disasters. {Donate here.}

Another giving-opportunity is to support Child Survival Programs in several countries. These centers help babies who aren't old enough for the monthly sponsorship program and their mothers. So you donation would help prevent illnesses with medical check-ups and immunizations, provide nutrition for pregnant women and babies, prepare moms with child-care training, and proclaim Jesus to these women in poverty.

Another way to give is through Compassion's gift catalog, which allows people here to give life-sustaining gifts to families who need hope. You can give gifts that help families produce income, such as livestock or a small business set-up kit. Other gifts provide educational tools for children and adults to excel. Gifts can also provide relief and stability after a disaster or meet critical health and medical needs in different parts of the world.

Personally, we've organized a collection for money to purchase gifts from Compassion's catalog as part of our annual Jesus Birthday Party, which is slated again this year.

Samaritan's Purse
This is the ministry that organizes Operation Christmas Child, which sends shoe boxes packed with toiletries and treats to children in more than 130 countries. Samaritan's Purse has worked with local churches and other ministries to send these shoe box gifts to more than 100 million kids since 1993.

This year, the shoe boxes are being collected at local sites throughout the country Nov. 18-25. You can find out what to pack inside the shoe boxes, where they can be dropped off, and where they are shipped at the Operation Christmas Child website. Personally, we stuffed shoe boxes with friends from church just last night. It's a great way to get the kids involved in giving. And you still have time to make a difference in a child's life through this ministry this year.

Other opportunities
Not every family will bring an orphan into their family forever, but every family can make a difference. Samartian's Purse and Compassion International are just two avenues to support orphans. The opportunities are endless, really. Here are some ideas:

  • Donate items your kids have outgrown to families in your community who need the extra help. Murray's pregnancy crisis center takes partial packages of diapers and repackages them in smaller quantities for mothers they are helping. It never failed that when I had a big box of diapers, my kids had growth spurts!
  • Partner with local ministries who serve underprivileged children right in your neighborhood. In Murray, the local food pantry has a fairly new project that aims to provide consistent, year-around giving to help stock the shelves for families who need groceries. The same local food bank also has a backpack program that sends food home with kids who need it for the weekend when they aren't getting school breakfast and lunch. If you don't live in Murray, maybe your town has similar programs.
  • Volunteer with a homeless shelter, pregnancy crisis center, or other ministry that serves a local orphan population.
  • Support someone else's adoption. You can do this with your time, words, prayers and money. Trust me, families who adopt like to know we aren't alone. 
  • Participate in Christmas collection projects for families in your community. Our small group is helping provide clothing and gifts to a specific family in our town. These children may not be orphans, but their parents are struggling to have enough to buy a winter coat that fits. 

"... Break our hearts once again
Help us to remember when
We were only children hoping for a friend
Won’t you look around these are the lives that the world has forgotten
Waiting for doors of our hearts and our homes to open ..."

{From "Kings & Queens" by Audio Adrenaline}
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Wednesday, November 13, 2013

{Adoption} Fostering family from the beginning

Last year you met my cousin Mary and heard her adoption story. Her family's story is continuing to unfold as they open their house to foster children. I admire Mary and her sweet, generous spirit so much. It shows through in many ways, including her family's decision to foster. These kids need love and homes, sometimes temporarily. In this guest post, Mary give us a peek through her door and shares about that experience. 


In the six months my family has been licensed to foster, we have had two placements. Our first placement was a newborn baby girl who we had in our home just three nights. Our second placement – our foster son “K” – has been in our home for three months.

K came to us as a bubbly and giggly baby boy who knew nothing of what a bedtime was. He liked to stay up and play all night long and would only nap for a short amount of time if he was being held. At 8 ½ months old, he didn’t know what a crib was and didn’t appreciate the first time I put him in one.

From the start my daughter, Penny, has acted like a true big sister. One second she is tackling him and taking toys away from K and the next instant she is hugging and kissing him and picking up bottles he drops and giving them to him. 

K has fit into the swing of things in our home from the start. And really, that’s how it should be. We want to make sure any and every child who comes into our home knows that they are a part of our family from day one – no matter how long they are with us. 

Our foster son is 10 months younger than our daughter, so it took me a couple of weeks to learn how to be a mom to two active kids. Though K is a crawler (He took his first couple of steps the other week!), he gave my daughter a run for her money with how busy he is. I get stopped in the grocery store multiple times a week with people asking me if Penny and K are twins. It is always humorous to see the look on their faces when I tell them, “No, they are 10 months a part.” People are always baffled and ask which one of the two is older.

Our experience fostering has been great, but it hasn’t been all pretty. I knew relationships with the biological family of our foster kids wouldn’t be as smooth as they are with my daughter’s birthparents, but no one prepared me for just how different those relationships would be.

K’s biological family has a ton of love for him and they all protect each other fiercely, which I can appreciate. The first few times I met them was under stressful circumstances, but they weren’t exactly nice or civil to me. I was later told by other foster parents and professionals that this was normal and that I should try to let it roll off my back. This is probably the thing with fostering I struggle with the most. Something else that has been eye opening is how the foster care system works and the professionals involved.

K will turn 1 later this month and in two short days he will leave us to live with an extended biological relative. People ask me if I am sad and, really, I am sad for him and I am sad for my daughter. My prayer from the beginning is that the Lord would protect Penny’s heart.

We hope to permanently expand our family by adopting from foster care. This can take a while since the goal of the foster care system is reunification with biological family. A startling statistic is at least 80 percent of foster children are reunified with biological family. In the meantime, while we are waiting, we will continue to welcome children into our family and show them Jesus’ love for them.
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This is the sixth post in the ongoing adoption series celebrating National Adoption Awareness Month. Find all the posts here, as they are published throughout the month. 

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Monday, November 11, 2013

Unlocking the door and growing up

My mom, my sister and I unintentionally coordinated for my sister's baby shower in Columbia, Mo., on Saturday.

We all had our roles to play. I was stereotypical first-born who was bossy and wanted them to abide by my rules. Kevin was the typical middle child, a boy sandwiched between two vocal girls. Cassie was the baby who had held her ground well.

We were three in 4 1/2 years. They were athletic and I was good in school. They were rebellious and I was {mostly} a people pleaser who got frustrated with their different-than-me ways.

So one day I locked them out of my room. I installed a new door knob with a lock on the outside and I was the only one with a key. Seriously. {Hanging my head in shame ...} Yes, I may have been the meanest, most judgmental one of us all.

Seriously, I locked my siblings out of my room and, really, out of my life for that season. 

I'm glad I grew up. I'll always be almost three years older than Kevin and more than four years older than Cassie. But I've let go some and realized I'm not in charge. I've certainly realized they aren't just like me and there are plenty of opportunities for me to learn from them.

I can't remember how long I banished them from my room. But now that we're in our 30s, I do know I like being grown-up siblings. I like lingering in restaurants while the kids get restless because we have more stories to share and jokes to tell. I like celebrating and remembering and making new memories when our individual families come together. I like watching our kids befriend each other.

I like that we like each other. 

My little sister turned 30 on Saturday. And I got to see her on her actual birthday, which hasn't happened in a long time. The same day we celebrated the baby boy she's expecting in about five weeks. While I listened to the grown-up version of my little sister talk and laugh during another too-short visit, I wished I hadn't locked that door between us when we were kids. But the key is gone now and thankfully we're better versions of our childhood selves. 
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I'm linking this up with Jen Ferguson's Soli Deo Gloria party, where hearts are opened and grace is given. I'm also joining Crystal Stine's Behind the Scenes because there's more happening in that picture of my mom, my sister and I than our unintentional coordinating clothing. 

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{Adoption} How Adoption Opened A Family

Dana and I "met" on Twitter. We quickly swapped adoption stories. And then I confided in her when we faced some adoption process road blocks earlier this year. She encouraged me then with her response and has encouraged me since with her words, whether they've come in emails, on her blog, in Facebook updates, or 140-word snippets on Twitter. I'm grateful for her words here today, where she shares about their open adoption. 





It was the end of January 2012. My husband and I were taking the first, tentative steps of our domestic adoption journey.

The road stretched out before us, unpredictable. Daunting.

We’d received enough prior education to know that adopted children who know something of their family of origin tend to be healthier emotionally. More integrated. So we knew we wanted some level of openness in our upcoming adoption.

In the Face of Big Unknowns
But our questions loomed huge:
How open should this relationship be? What types of boundaries will we need to set? How will we navigate difficult dynamics over the years? Will having a birth family AND an adoptive family confuse our child? How will it affect our child if his/her birth family makes poor life choices? How will an open relationship with our child’s birth family change our family?

The unknowns were endless, an ever-compounding string of what if’s.

In furthering our education, we learned that in an open adoption, relationships can ebb and flow over years based on the evolving needs of all parties, and ultimately based on what the adoptive parents feel is in their child’s best interest in any given life season.

Despite the million-and-one unanswerable questions, we were positive that some level of openness was what we wanted, assuming the birth family’s life choices were such that continued relationship would be healthy for our child and our family (and assuming the birth family also desired continued contact).

So, we said yes to open adoption. Trusted God in the face of the what ifs. Believed He’d lead as we navigated relationships through the years.

From Theory to Reality
A year and a half ticked by.

And then it came.

The call.

Or in our case, the e-mail. A birth mom. A baby girl. Due in a month.

We officially “matched” with Maia’s birth mom that night. We were beyond ecstatic, and all those crazy, compounding “what ifs” invaded my brain in the wee morning hours, began taking on lives of their own.

Despite several hours of distance between us, we were able to meet with our girl’s birth mom twice prior to her birth. She was openhearted and we were absolutely disarmed by her transparency. I began texting with her almost daily, in addition to several phone conversations. I enjoyed getting to know her, building trust.

By the time Maia was born in June of this year, I was confident we were developing a genuine friendship.

Stan’s and my concerns about what an open adoption would be like were already beginning to subside a bit.

When Maia arrived, our time at the hospital was beyond sweet. There were a thousand tears, both happy and sad, and almost as many hugs. There was the playing of video games with Maia’s birth mom’s older son, and getting to know Maia’s birth grandma.

There was "Duck Dynasty" playing in Maia’s birth mom’s delivery room -- our first encounter with the show and it was life-altering. And I think friendships are built in part by laughing together.
And mostly, there was the profound love we all instantly shared for this tiny, precious, new person. It knit our hearts to theirs.

Our verbal agreement prior to Maia’s birth was two visits with her birth family per year. But by the time we left the hospital with our girl, Stan and I knew we’d see them more frequently. We already trusted and cared for them deeply.

How It Looks Now
Since Maia’s birth, her birth mom and I have texted almost daily. I send pictures and videos, cheer her on in her schoolwork and life in general. She’s doing incredibly well.

Maia’s birth family has visited three times in not quite five months. Her biological brother and our son Isaac bounce crazy on our trampoline and the adults grill and chat and take turns loving on our sweet girl.

Birth mama and big brother have joined us for church twice now. This after my tentative “I just wasn’t sure if it’d feel too weird to you ...?” and her prompt grin: “Would YOU be embarrassed to be her birth mom?!”

I grinned back. Nope. Sure wouldn’t.

Our adoption is so much more “open” than we ever dreamed. A real friendship has naturally unfolded, and we all so genuinely enjoy each other. It is such an unexpected gift.

And our Lil’ Miss Maia? She’ll grow up knowing from her first mama’s own mouth that she’s always been dearly loved. Her birth mom, brother, Nana, aunt, and uncle will get to be a part of her life, to love on her and watch her grow. How priceless. For Maia, and for all of us.

Our next planned visit? Thanksgiving at our place. We’ll eat and play games and laugh and just be the extended family we’ve become for one another.

Extravagant Redemption
Open adoption always requires stepping out in faith, facing head-on the unpredictability of human hearts, relationships, choices, and how life will play out during the years.

Even in the midst of our uber-incredible relationship with Maia’s birth family, we have to acknowledge that Maia is only a baby. That we have decades ahead of us. That unforeseeable issues will undoubtedly arise at some point (simply because we’re all human) and we will all need to lean into Jesus for wisdom to process and walk out relationship for the long haul.

I’m confident we’ll do it. We, and they, are committed to it.

Because Maia’s worth it. And because we all just really like each other.

And I so believe God’s about this stuff. His heart in adoption is always redemption and how redemptive is all this extravagance from His hand, this amazing intertwining and expanding of two families?

God Is Trustworthy
Yet as I share the beauty of our relationship with Maia’s birth family, I’m acutely aware not every open adoption turns out this way. Not all birth/adoptive family relationships are so fulfilling. And, for many other adoptive families, this level of openness might not be the healthiest choice.

That’s okay.

Jesus is intimately aware of the needs of every family and every adopted child’s heart, no matter the degree of birth family involvement. He’s committed to helping our children grow, process adoption-related losses and questions. To healing their hearts through the years.

And in all of it, He leads well, gives wisdom. He is trustworthy. Trustworthy with all the relationships. Trustworthy with our families and our futures. Trustworthy with our children’s hearts.

So we put our trust in Him over and over again—and hang on for the ride.
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A note from Dana: Thank you so much for reading my words today. I’m honored (and so thankful to Kristin!) to have the opportunity to share a piece of our family’s story with you here. If you’d like to read the more detailed version of Maia’s adoption story or view the slideshow I created in honor of her adoption finalization, you can find that stuff on my blog. I’m also available to (try to) answer any questions you may have about openness in adoption or our personal adoption journey. No question is off limits. 

Dana Butler is thrilled to be wife to her husband Stan, and mommy to two extravagantly-enjoyed little people (one adopted, one bio). She is also a worship leader, writer, and relentless authenticity-pursuer. Dana’s passion is to encourage believers to bring their weak places into the light of Christ’s affection and respond with tender, trusting hearts to His loving pursuit.

Connect with Dana on her blog or at momentsandinvitations@gmail.com.
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Sunday, November 10, 2013

{Giveaway} Sparkle Box


"The Sparkle Box" was an immediate hit around here. I'm sure the glitter on the front cover helped, especially with my girl. This book is subtitled "A Gift with the Power to Change Christmas," which is a lofty claim but a message I certainly want to my kids to grasp. This is a meaningful but practical story that has beautiful pictures to go along with it.

Sam is so excited about Christmas! He's thinking about his Christmas list, looking forward to holiday parties, and puzzling over one very mysterious gift: a sparkly box sitting on the mantel. In the midst of the festivities, Sam and his family participate in various acts of kindness to others. On Christmas morning, when Sam finally opens the box, he finds only slips of paper that record the family's good deeds. Sam's mom explains the things they've been doing are, in fact, a gift for Jesus, for Jesus said whatever we do for those in need, we do for Him.

Cate's showing you her favorite page ... 

Cate said her favorite part was when Sam gives the homeless man a candy bar. After reading the book, the kids and I talked about ways we could serve others who need help. Yes, we want to do this around Christmas, but we also want to be aware of needs around us throughout the year.

Written by Jill Hardie and and illustrated by Christine Kornacki, "The Sparkle Box" is a wonderful addition to our bookshelf. And our own sparkly box will be out as a reminder to serve.
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About the author :: Jill Hardie and her family began placing a gift for Jesus under their Christmas tree as a way of bringing more meaning to the holiday. The first time they opened His gift, the commercialism of the season melted away and they felt a profound joy and peace. Jill hopes that The Sparkle Box will spark a new Christmas tradition, bringing light into thousands of lives.

About the illustrator :: At a very early age, Christine Kornacki developed a love for painting and bringing stories to life. After receiving a BFA in illustration from the University of Hartford, her dreams of illustrating children's books began to take shape. She spends her days painting in her studio, which adjoins a charming cafe in New Haven, Connecticut.

About the book :: "The Sparkle Box" is a 32-page hardcover book with jacket and includes a fold-out sparkle box! It's aimed toward ages 4 to 8, but I venture to say older kids could soak up this message too. Learn more about the book at its website, from the book trailer or Ideal Books' Facebook page.
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And one of you will win a copy, thanks to FlyBy Promotions! To enter to win, just leave a comment below about something you've done to teach your kids about helping others. It can be a Christmas tradition or something that's happened at another time. This giveaway is open to U.S. and Canadian residents. A winner will be chosen randomly on Saturday, Nov. 16.

Updated to say ... CONGRATULATIONS, Catherine Lanier! You win! Be looking for the book in your mailbox. Thanks to everyone who entered. This book is worth buying if you're looking for something to add to your holiday collection!
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I received our copy of "The Sparkle Box" free from FlyBy Promotions in exchange for this mention on my blog. This review is composed from my own thoughts and those my kids shared with me. I have no doubt we'll actually use this book for years to come. I included an Amazon affiliate link because I do think the book is worth buying. 

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Friday, November 8, 2013

{Adoption} Ben's story

In many ways, Ben's story is a continuation of Cate's story. And, really, their stories are the story of God's faithfulness in making us a family. This is our story.

On Cate's second birthday, we met with the same social worker to update our home study for what we thought would be an agency adoption. We loved everything about our independent, private adoption process that led us to our first-born child. And, really, we wanted to do it again, but we assumed we should proceed with the "normal" adoption route.

{Somehow I still thought I was in charge of the plan. If you've been around here, you know this is a lesson I learn over and over and over again. God always wins.}

So we chose an agency in Fort Worth, Texas, and made plans to attend an orientation there in July 2009. Meanwhile, I filled out grant applications, gathered documents for our home study, and made an appointment to meet with our Kentucky attorney to update him on our desire to adopt again, especially because I already had listed his name on countless forms.

More evidence of life not being what I expected, our attorney called us a couple days later to tell us he found us an adoption scenario. This conversation came on a Monday: Pregnant, unmarried woman who also worked full-time and was going back to school wanted a family to adopt her baby boy that was due at the beginning of December. 

Yes. Really? Maybe. Wait. 

We were supposed to leave Saturday for Texas on an extended family vacation that also included our adoption agency pit stop. And yet on Monday afternoon, I talked on the phone to the woman who would turn out to be our son's birth mom. We met her in person the night before we left for Texas. 

Yes, we went on vacation and met with the agency anyway until we had a chance to talk to the birth father. {Really, you should read: I nagged Greg to call the birth father.} Our only reservations with this adoption scenario were having the birth parents, who weren't together anymore, living in our same town. We live in a small town. And it's a typical small town where people know each other's business.

We didn't want everyone to know the details of this. We love to tell our adoption stories. Our kids know {and will know more} they're adopted. But some details aren't other people's business and we weren't sure how that would happen in a town that my husband has lived his entire life with most of his large, extended family.

But conversations and prayer led us to peace. 

So, when we returned from Texas, we proceeded with this second independent, private adoption we weren't expecting. The week before our meeting with the agency 663 miles away, the attorney just down the street who finalized our first adoption told us a woman had walked into his office seeking help to find a family to adopt the baby boy she was expecting in less than 20 weeks.

We meet the birth mom at her next appointment and we saw our son via ultrasound. Oh how I love God orchestrating the details. He also was 25 weeks long in his birth mom's womb and he weighed 1 pound 7 ounces, so much like his big sister's story. 

Our son Benjamin Lucas was born Nov. 23, 2009, three blocks from our house. His sister, who was almost 31 months older, was happy to welcome him into our family.

God knew the desires of our hearts again and fulfilled them in his time. He showed us his faithfulness in such a tangible way. This time it came into the world at 2:56 p.m. on the Monday before Thanksgiving, weighing 7 pounds 10 ounces and with a head full of dark hair. 
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This is the fourth in a series of adoption posts this month. You can find them all here, as they are published throughout the month. 

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Wednesday, November 6, 2013

{Adoption} Cate's story

Hanging out at the hospital with my day-old girl. May 7, 2007.

I introduced you to Cate's story earlier this week, but here is more about how I became a momma.

I owe my sister, really. God used her in a way that surprised me and changed my life in the best possible way. But first, I better tell you how we ended up on the path to adoption.

"In the midst of confusing darkness, we must remind ourselves that we never know where and how God is at work, weaving together people and events. In time, he will show us the underside of his incredible tapestry."

I decided I was ready to have a baby. Like most all changes in our marriage, Greg was ready first and patiently waited for God to nudge me forward. We’d been married two years and four months. I assumed when I stopped taking birth control I’d be in control of this baby-making process. Six months in, I realized that wasn’t true. Irregular female cycles led me to the gynecologist’s office and began a nearly two-year journey.

An exploratory surgery that led to my endometriosis diagnosis was sandwiched between two multi-month spans of me taking Clomid, an ovulating-inducing medicine that made me cry hysterically and blow nearly every situation out of proportion. My messed-up hormones put a strain on my moods, my perspective and my marriage. And there were oh-so many vials of blood that always brought hope of explanation and a new plan.

While I was ovulating normally, I still wasn’t getting pregnant. We ended up seeing a reproductive endocrinologist about two hours away from our small town. We weren’t new to the infertility jargon, but this doctor explained things to me that made me realize how conceiving a child is a miracle. So many factors completely out of our control have to be in sync.

All of this spanned one year and nine months. I had decided I was ready to have a baby. But I didn’t have a baby yet. And I was exhausted.

In the days leading up to a follow-up appointment with the reproductive endocrinologist, we decided to draw some emotional, physical and financial boundaries, which, really, all came down to this: If the doctor suggested in vitro fertilization, we’d turn our attention, emotions and money to adoption.

In what was our second appointment with this specialty doctor, he ended up telling us IVF was our best bet to conceive a child. On the drive home, I experienced the peace that passes all understanding that Paul talks about to in Philippians 4 as clearly as I ever had in my life.
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Truth was, we had absolutely no idea what pursing adoption meant. We tackled it one conversation, phone call, and prayer at a time. I was tired of recounting the timeline of infertility and putting on a strong face with the professionals, so we decided not to apply to an adoption agency. We decided to just wait. Gradually, we told people about our desire to adopt.

Then two months later, on Christmas Eve 2006, we were at my parents’ house and my sister and her now-husband told us about an 18-year-old girl they knew who wanted to find a family to adopt her baby. Not quite a month later, we saw our daughter via ultrasound and named her Catherine Anna on the way back to Murray, Kentucky, from Bloomington, Indiana. Turns out, as I later learned, the birth mom's middle name is Catherine.

And, you know, that peace I experienced when I gave up trying to get pregnant stayed with me throughout the process. No, I wasn't nervous. We completed our home study, hired an Indiana attorney and social worker, hired a Kentucky attorney, decorated a nursery, made six more trips to Bloomington with that last coming in the early morning of Sunday, May 6, 2007.

Our daughter was born seven months after we stopped trying to create a family. Her birthmom told us we were an answer to her prayers. Yet this little life another woman carried and cared for was an answer to the prayer my heart had cried out for years. I had begged God to become pregnant. And while God didn’t answer this exact prayer, he heard the desire of my heart, which was to have a family. It’s a lesson I still hold close: Even when we don’t say the right words, God knows. In his timing, we see at least a glimpse of his masterpiece.
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This is the third in a series of adoption posts this month. You can find them all here, as they are published throughout the month. Up next is Ben's adoption story, in which God continued to reveal his faithfulness as our family grew.

I'm linking this post with Jennifer Dukes Lee and other storytellers because Cate's story is really our family's story and that is a huge part of God's story. 

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