Moving to Albany!

Moving to Albany!

Posted by Candace

Don't start spreading the rumor yet, I'm Just kidding!  But if God lead in that direction, we would pack up and move in a heartbeat.  No, we aren't starstruck or looking to attend some huge, famous church.  As a matter of fact, that was the last thought on our minds as we headed to Albany this weekend.  We were simply going to thank our amazing Emily Flynt for all of her help with our Kate adoption and meet her precious family.

There is nothing much near Albany.  The policemen obviously don't have a lot to do, because we entered Warwick County and were pulled over within 10 minutes by an officer who didn't have anything better to do than stop threats to society like us.  I say that, because as we were sitting and waiting for our ticket, 2 different concerned citizens (one actually laid on his horn at the officer; quite audaciously funny) stopped in the median to notify the officer that there was a wildfire about a mile up the street.  He called it in on his radio and then continued to slowly write us up for going 15 miles over the speed limit in the only area of this 4 lane road where the speed limit is 45 mph.  He apparently had no concern that his town was about to burn down.

Our hotel was not much to look at either.  All the hotels in the area were booked because of a summer baseball tournament, so we settled for a Comfort Inn.  Despite the pics on the website, when we arrived, we were told that there was no swimming pool which disappointed the boys considerably. The air conditioning not only didn't cool the room, but it made the most annoying noises and the shower wasn't much better either with it's constant shrill humming.  The only saving grace was that the room was extra large and included a sofa which is a must for us now that we have become 5.

                                           Napping after a rough first night in the hot room.

So why, you ask, did we love Albany so much?  Well, it began when the Flynt's invited us to their home the night we arrived to meet her kids and swim in the backyard.  When we pulled up in the driveway, 3 lovely blondes and 2 dark skinned beauties greeted us as if they had known us all their lives.  Jay and Emily's children are completely precious and very likely to follow in their footsteps and change the world.  Her oldest three girls look almost just like her, and her youngest two (adopted from China) look almost just like Kate :). 

Flynt and Roberts babies

Emily and Asher, their first son

She told me that she doesn't need sunscreen :).

This little girl is gonna take the world by storm!

As Emily and I began to talk, it was sooooo nice to feel like someone was speaking my language.  I can't explain it, but your life totally changes when you adopt a child and your perspective is completely different.  Just as a person without kids cannot fully relate to one with them, a person who has not traveled this road, cannot fully relate to one who has. Don't get me wrong, I love to talk to others who haven't adopted and share our story, but it is another conversation all together to have another adoptive mom understand and speak to the issues you are dealing with and the worries you are carrying. It is just a pair of shoes you have to walk in yourself to understand... and by the way, I fully recommend these shoes!  So it was so enjoyable to just be able to talk and ask questions and relate and tell stories.  We did that all weekend with the Flynt's.

Emily's husband, Jay, is a pastor at Sherwood Baptist Church. Sherwood is the church responsible for "FlyWheel", "Facing the Giants", "Fireproof", and "Courageous"...several movies that God has used incredibly in our quickly disinegrating culture.  The boys and I LOVE "Facing the Giants" and never tire of watching it.  So we were excited to visit the church and meet some of the actors.  We were not prepared to completely fall in love.  See these actors aren't famous at Sherwood...they are servants...some are ushers, some are prayer warriors, some are missionaries!  They were so gracious to us...they took pictures with our boys...they quoted lines from the movie with the boys...  Stephen Kendrick (writer and producer of the films), whose family is currently in the process of bringing home their daughter, Mia, from China, stood and talked with us for a half an hour...asking us questions about our process and praying with us about our future.  I got a kick out of discussing an idea for a Sherwood/Kendrick Brothers film centered around adoption!  Wouldn't that be wild!?!  Not only were all of the people friendly and welcoming, there was not a bit of pretentiousness over the "fame" of the church.  And the music...The music will be heard in heaven for sure.  Mark Willard is the only music minister David and I have ever heard who can seemlessly combine Prestonwood and Gateway music in a song set and make it seem like they are the same church...and then add in a hymn or two :).  We swooned.  The message was built on unadulterated truth and it was obvious that the church does not compromise the Word of God to draw seat fillers.  These people are serious about Jesus!!  It only got better in the evening service...did I just say evening service?...yes, I did.  It was a more casual atmosphere as far as dress was concerned, but it only got deeper in worship.  I was touched considerably at the people who walked to the altar in conviction as the service started to end pledging to lead their families to revival.  The stories of how God has opened doors for this church blew us away and we left totally confident that God is fully allowed to work in the ministry of Sherwood Baptist Church.

Brock :)

He was in Fireproof and Courageous.

This was their favorite.  He is one of the senior pastors of the church and you might also recognize him as the "lollipop opposing coach" in Facing the Giants.

So proud of Kate Kate!  She braved the nursery for both services.

In between services, Emily took our first family pictures and can I just say that I am SO excited to see them.  Even the unedited ones she showed us were pretty incredible and I can't wait to get them on my wall.  Catching Kate smiling on camera is a feat to behold and it doesn't help when it is 95 degrees and the knats are flying up her nose and in her eyes, but Emily patiently worked with us and got some really, really good shots.  After the evening service, we took the kids to Burger King so they could play on the playground (we weren't up to braving a sit down restaurant with 8 kids under 12) and we enjoyed often interrupted, God filled conversation until they kicked us out!  At this point, I was ready to look for houses. I am so thirsty for community I could cry, but I know that it is crucial at this point in our journey with Christ that we wait on Him.  He is seriously working in our family right now and we are being very cautious to follow His every direction.  We are at a point that we have surrendered it all, and we want Him to be able to use that to the fullest degree of His glory.

So, no, we aren't moving to Albany...at least not yet ;), but we sure did enjoy our short visit.  And before we left, God reminded us that His promises are always steadfast and faithful.  He will not leave us wandering.  Please pray that the ministry at Sherwood Baptist will continue to change lives for Christ around the world.

Moms: Many are Called, Few are Chosen

Moms: Many are Called, Few are Chosen

Posted by Candace

"They" say that if you wait to have kids until you are in your late twenties and early thirties that you will be a much better parent and have much happier children.  I feel like I am a better parent this time around, but it has nothing to do with my age.  I think it has everything to do with experience.  Poor Jordan and Nathan were the "guinea pigs" for my improved parenting skills.  They taught me everything that I know today about how to take care of this new 2 year old.  I thought that it would be torture to go back to the age of diapers and naps and dependency on mom for everything, but it has surprisingly been blissful.  I know how to do this and that has changed my parenting mode from barely "surviving" to almost "thriving".

Every mother is called to be a mom, but not every mom is chosen to undertake the path that I have just been placed on. You cannot imagine how grateful we are that God is working this way in our family. When we began our process to find Kate, we thought that we were searching to complete our family with a daughter.  God, however, had other plans...or at least that is what we feel in our hearts.  We are currently praying for Him to open doors that lead to any children of ours around the world.  David asks me pretty much every day if I am ready to start the process again.  When I was little, I wanted to have 10 kids.  After I finished my pregnancy and labor with Jordan, I wanted to have 3.  After Nathan and his cleft palate woes along with Jordan's toddler years and David's new business, I was done.  After Kate, I wouldn't mind having 10. Seriously? Only God knows.  Where will the money come from?  I couldn't tell you.  How will the boys handle multiple new siblings from other countries?  No idea.  Why me?  If you know, please enlighten the rest of us.  I don't have answers, but I have a really amazing God who does.  As we watch Kate transform right before our eyes and realize that we are literally playing a part in the redemption of our great God, how can we not do this again...and again...and again for as long as He calls and continues to provide the resources, means, and open doors.  We might be crazy, but if we aren't doing something that involves risk for Jesus, than what are we really doing here. 

My vision for our family is that when it is complete, it will look a little bit like heaven...a family full of different colors and races, all uniting to worship the One True God.  I don't even know the next step at this point, but please pray that God will have His way in completing what He has started.  If this vision is to be fulfilled...if this is what we have been called to and chosen for, it will take a lot more than David and Candace Roberts.  So if in 10 years, you see us with our 10 kids on Facebook, don't be surprised, but also remember this post and give the glory where it is due.

Truth and the Next Generation

Truth and the Next Generation

Posted by Candace

So I have to vent today... you are welcome to skip this post if you want, but I needed an outlet for some recent thoughts and guess what... this is it!

I am concerned...and not just concerned...I am terrified for the next generation.  For our sons and daughters that we are currently raising in a society of "anything goes".  I had a 10 minute conversation today with an older man who remembers the days when you could bring water guns and pocket knives to school...the days where cowboys and indians were the favorite child game...the days where the good guys and bad guys were so far apart in their character that you would never, ever mistake them for each other. 

Today is a different day.  Truth is elusive and has been redefined as "whatever floats your boat".  Children are being inundated with this philosophy.  My sister is a counselor in the public school system that they are actually taught never to tell the children "no"...it is negative and damaging.  As a matter of fact, they are not given any leeway to counsel the children in a direction that would actually help them, only to reinforce their "self esteem" and their "individual" way of dealing with the world around them.  It is now "damaging" and "brainwashing" to our children to teach them the right way of doing things... instead we should give them choices and light suggestions for life, but let them form their own opinions.  We are suffering heavily for this "hands off" approach to teaching and parenting our children.  You see it in the bullying, in the drugs, in the suicides, in the gangs, in the murders, in the cutting, in the sexual promiscuity...how many of you don't know someone who has been affected by this new philosophy.  Our children are lost...they are wandering...they are searching for truth and they are suffering, and I am afraid this next generation of adults will easily be like the people of Germany when Hitler came on the scene... people looking for a leader, any leader, who sounds like he has a plan to make life good again...anyone who will promise to love them and make them feel like they are worth something.  The next generation will be ripe for deception. They don't realize that the problem lies, not in lack of a great world leader, but in their very soul.

It would be bad enough to watch all of this go on in the world of unbelievers, but this philosophy has seeped into the church as well.  Grace is the word of our culture today.  It is almost difficult to say anything is "wrong" without being looked on as a judgemental legalist.  You can even back it up with Scripture and  Christians will still be angered that you are not being understanding and accepting.  How far are we going to take this?  How many portions of Scripture are we going to throw out to fit our image of the Jesus who went around "understanding" everyone? I wish I had a quarter for every time someone says "Well, God understands me.  He knows how I am."  This is just another way of saying, "I'm not changing even if God did say it, so He better just understand."  Did we miss the part of the woman caught in adultery when He says "Go and sin no more."?  Did we overlook the story of the rich young ruler who chose his material possessions over the Saviour and how Jesus compares him to a camel trying to go through the eye of a needle?  He didn't run after him and say "I'm sorry I offended you...never mind, keep all your stuff, just come follow me".  He was pretty cut and dry about what it required to be His followers.  When are we going to give up the "understanding", "acceptance", and "tolerance" bit and finally stand for truth?  Not in a hard, heartless way, but in a way that draws a line in the sand and says "we love you, but we're not crossing it". I know it is hard for people to believe, but they kicked people out of the church in Paul's day...people that chose to consistently live in sin after they were corrected.  And YES, the church corrected people.  The leaders were all up in your business, not because they were nosy and like to spread gossip, but because they were SHEPHERDS watching out for their sheep.  Today's American church has started to bring up whiney, comfortable, self-serving hypocrites who just "aren't going to take it".  If we don't like something, we leave and find somewhere we do like.  Shepherds can no longer correct sheep because they might leave and take their wool with them.  When is the last time you have heard about or seen a pastor correct one of his church members for blatant and obvious sin that was seeping into the congregation (By no means am I saying that every pastor fails in this capacity, there are some really good pastors out there... just few and far between these days it seems)?  When is the last time you, yourself, have been approached by a pastor or godly friend when you were in danger of making a sinful decision?  No, today we are told that if we love that person enough they will change their behavior...the godly thing to do is to just ignore it, mind our own business, let them live their life, and leave it to God, after all only He is the judge.  I'm not saying that church members should be in the business of correcting every one's sin...for one thing, most of us already have huge planks of our own sin in our eyes and for another thing, in today's culture certain church members would relish the opportunity to put someone in their place... but I do think there is Scriptural advice and even command to correct someone when they are going astray (with love as the only motive, of course). The example our children are seeing in the church is worse than in the world, because we are supposed to be the light...but if even your light is dark, how great is that darkness.  We are being taught even as children these days that correction in itself is wrong and has no place in a society full of grace. 

I could probably vent about this for days, but I have probably already been offensive enough (I have no doubt there have been thoughts at this point that I have been judgemental), so I will just sum up my point.  There IS truth.  Truth and grace and discipline all go hand in hand.  As a matter of fact, most often in the Bible, "grace" is referring to the ability to walk in the truth, NOT a free pass to get around it.  God created the world and then He offered us a "how to" manual...directions on the best way to live in it. If we don't follow the directions, we should not be surprised when our lives are in shambles and we can't find peace or joy.  God was adamant about teaching His Word to our children and giving them a strong foundation on which to build their lives on.  If we don't start to teach our children truth right now, they will never be able to navigate this next generation.  If we don't teach them that truth is not moveable, it is steadfast...it is not relative, it is absolute... it is not optional, it is mandatory...that some things are absolutely right and some are absolutely wrong...we will see them swept away into the sea of restlessness and abandon.  We are starting to see the results of a world where truth is what we make it... I don't know about you, but it is no world that I want to live in.  There is HOPE, of course in Jesus, but also in the hands of those who will not conform, but instead will fight to transform the next generation with truth.

Why don't I just mind my own business, you ask?  Well, because right now I am raising 3 beautiful, innocent, priceless little humans and it breaks my heart to think of turning them loose in a world such as ours.  I can only pray every day that the Holy Spirit will invade their hearts and give them the strength, courage, and grace to live the Truth, and that He will surround them with others who have been raised to value it.

I LOVE boys!

I LOVE boys!

Posted by Candace

I know that most of my writing and posting has pertained to Kate, and I wanted to take just a little "time out" to give some attention to the fine young men that I have growing up in this household.  Despite the fact that Kate is at the forefront, they have never dimmed in these parents minds and they are still just as wonderful and loved as they ever were.

Jordan is becoming very much like his father...hardworking, smart, and yes, sometimes very sarcastic.  He recently planned a basketball championship in our basement that would have rivaled the NBA playoffs.  His creativity often surprises me because he is built so logically.  Today he was recounting to me why Kia Lan (one of Kate's TV programs) is so unrealistic...I mean how could Kai Lan and Toley really win the boat race when they were sitting around discussing how to stay calm and singing songs...just doesn't make sense.  He has recently taken over our yard work at home...11 years old and he is edging and sprinkling and blowing like a teenager.  He astounds me with his capability and it won't be long until he is actually smarter than me (right now he just thinks he is)...then we will all be in trouble.  He is such a great big brother, not only to Kate, but to Nathan as well.  He has a sense of responsibility that only comes with being born first, and he rises to any challenge that presents itself, stepping in as "the man" to help me out.  I am really, really excited to get to teach Jordan this year at home and see how directing his focus will grow his knowledge by leaps and bounds. 

Jordan is a very talented baseball, basketball, and football player.  He has always played with heart and as he is getting older, he is learning the benefits of exercise and consistent practice.  Usually not a day goes by that he isn't out shooting hoops, hitting the ball with Nathan, or playing catch with the football.  The season determines which one, but he is a sports fanatic.  He blew me away last night at dinner.  The NBA draft was on TV in the restaurant and he started naming players and asking if they had been drafted yet and who they went to.  He is a wealth of knowledge. We are so proud of the young man that Jordan is becoming and we see how God is enhancing him through Kate's transition into our family.  He went quickly from "I don't want a sister" to "Kate, do you want Jordan?" Jordan is definitely our strength.

Nathan has a sense of humor that keeps us rolling.  Rarely does a day pass that we aren't truly laughing at something he said.  He has a flair for the dramatic and expressions that need no words to make them funny.  Nathan will tell you details that you never needed (or wanted) to know.  Today I took him to the doctor because he picked a scab on his knee and his whole knee started to swell (turned out to be STAF) and the doctor asked him a couple questions into which Nathan launched into a description that started from the moment he woke up this morning.  Even telling on someone becomes a chance to use his words as he very accurately gives account of the situation from location to time to severity in his overly dramatic fashion.  He brings such a spice to our life that we bore at anything short and sweet anymore.

Nathan loves to aggravate Kate.  I think it is because he has always been the youngest and now there is someone small enough to aggravate...that, and it is just Nathan's way to find your buttons and sit on them.  But he also loves to love on Kate and most of the day I hear him asking for kisses or calling her "honey" or carrying her around as much as she'll let him.  I have a feeling that they are going to be great pals.  Nathan even changed her diaper by himself recently.  He is a great help and very sensitive to others needs.  If he sees me having a particularly challenging day, it is not unusual for him to start doing things around the house without being asked.  Recently he asked to take Jordan's punishment for something Jordan was in trouble for...I ended up letting him because it was a great picture of what Jesus did for us.  He has a precious heart.

Nathan loves to play his Angry Birds game and also to make up all sorts of crazy board games for his Mario characters with poker chips and dice.  He has a creative imagination like his mom and sometimes comes up with the craziest scenarios.  He can entertain himself for hours once he gets started and I never question where he is in the house because I can usually hear him.  Rarely is he completely quiet, whether he is talking to himself, humming a tune, or yelling at his brother.  He is such an incredible joy.

I love these two with all of my heart and Kate has only served to enhance them. 

God, Our Sustainer

God, Our Sustainer

Posted by Candace

Yesterday Kate had her first orthopedic appointment in Marietta.  Truth be told, I had not really given Kate's "special needs" very much thought until yesterday.  For me it had become one of those "we'll cross that bridge when we come to it" things.  David and I had agreed after Kate's referral that it didn't matter to us if Kate was completely handicapped for the rest of her life, she was our daughter...so I was not going to worry about all the things that it "might" be.  And for once in my life, I didn't worry.

We walked into a very nicely kept office and waited for Kate's name to be called.  We can tell that she has gotten very comfortable with us because she no longer sits stoicly on our laps for anything.  She is busy. She wandered around the the place like she owned it.  When they took us back to the exam room, she was much more chatty than she has ever been while we are out.  Maybe it had something to do with the fact that the whole family was there so she felt complete...but she wandered around checking things out and laughing and smiling.  She has been to quite a few doctor visits since she arrived so when we started talking to her about the doctor she was quick to say "No doctor".  She continued to enjoy her time in the exam room, but would come back to Mommy's arms at intervals with a sad face saying "No doctor, no doctor".  David got quite a cute video of it.

Haha..he was playing hide and seek with her and she got down on the floor like this to find him.

Finally the Dr. came in and she was very sensitive to Kate's aversion to her.  She stayed back and just chatted with us for a minute about Kate's history.  Then we laid Kate on the exam table for the doctor to look at.  She wasn't happy...she tends to associate doctors with shots right now.  They took her back for xrays and then the doctor came back and told us that she thought she had a diagnosis.  She thinks that Kate has fibrous dysplasia.  She showed us why she thought this and told us a little more about what it is and it looks to be the case according to what she showed us.  She also showed us where Kate had actually broken her left leg at some point and it healed back together very incorrectlly and not only increased the bending of her leg but also shortened it.

Fibrous dysplasia is actually catergorized under "tumors" in the medical community...probably because it can possibly grow.  It is areas on the bone that are fibrous and spongy instead of hard like a bone should be.  They weaken the bone so it is more prone to breakage.  It is a genetic condition that is caused by a certain gene mutation during growth in the womb.  It usually affects the humerus, femur, tibia, ribs, and face.  In most cases, only one bone is affected.  In rarer cases, multiple bones are affected.  In the rarest cases, hormones, thyroid, and facial bones are affected.  We don't know how bad Kate's is, but we do know that at least her humerus, femur, and tibia bones are affected on both sides...nothing else was xrayed so we are limited to that at the moment.

Right now we just have to wait.  We will get a second opinion and we found a doctor in Atlanta who may specialize in this condition and know the best path of action.  I won't go into all the things that we might have to do about it or how it may affect Kate in later life because I have promised myself that we will take this day by day and lean on God and His plan for Kate's life.

It would be very easy for me to talk about God as the healer right now...about faith that can move mountains and miracles that still happen today.  I know God heals... I know that He works miracles.  If you have read my blog, you know that I have seen them in my own life and that Kate being here at my table playing with Playdoh is a miracle in itself...the fulfillment of a promise.  Last night, however, after this diagnosis and a little bit of research I found myself sad.  I have more faith than I have ever had in my life, but I was still sad.  I asked the Lord why I felt like I did and I felt that He said I was simply processing something the way He had created me to.  He created us with emotions, we feel, we hurt, we sometimes fear...faith does not cancel out emotion.  You see, I had approached this situation the right way... I had put it in God's Hands and forgotten to worry about it.  I had little to no anxiety when we headed to the Dr. for the examination.  So when we actually received the diagnosis and it was a challenging one, I needed to process it...my emotions actually did what they are supposed to do.  I love my daughter and she is faced with a challenge and potentially many hard days ahead...that makes me sad.  I love my daughter, but I wasn't able to be with her when she broke her leg, to comfort her, to make sure someone took care of it and put it back together right...that makes me sad.  I know that God has every power to heal her and will if it is in His plan, but I have learned throughout this process that often He shows up as Sustainer, and yes, that too makes me sad.  Not because I don't have faith, because honestly, it takes more faith to walk through a situation and be sustained than it ever does to be healed, but because it means that we may have a need to be sustained in the future and that is hard.

Does it sound like I am walking in unbelief?  I don't think that I am.  I think that I simply am accepting the fact that we have prayed for God to get glory from our lives...however that looks.  Yes, He can and does heal, but that might not be the best thing for the big picture of the Kingdom.  Even since we have arrived home, we have followed stories such as Isabella's...who was adopted at the same time as Kate and has already gone through heart surgery and time in the hospital.  Or McKenzie...who was brought home to be diagnosed with infections so severe in her ears (easily corrected ear infections in the US) that have affected her hearing and may require surgery.  Or Lily who turns blue when she cries because not enough blood gets to her heart because her veins are tiny.  She has already had a stint put in and will need surgery and then more stints to widen the veins.  But you know what, if God hadn't worked the miracle of bringing these girls home to loving families, Isabella would be in danger, McKenzie would be deaf, and Lily would die...not to mention they would be missing the love and care that only a Mommy and Daddy can give.  God has already done miracles in our babies through the faith of their parents in a Mighty God and he will continue to sustain them in their journeys.  Their babies have not been instantly healed, but they are seeing God's sustaining miracles every day.

I think a big question for a lot of Christians is "why doesn't God heal if He can?"..."If I had more faith would it make a difference?"  If the key is more faith, wouldn't that be us doing the healing?  God doesn't need more conjured up faith from us, I think He only desires hearts willing to lay down the expectations of healing in exchange for His plan for His glory.  That is where I am at.  If it brings more glory to the Kingdom for God to heal Kate, then heal her, Jesus!  But if it brings more glory for us to walk through this situation day by day and see Him work daily sustaining miracles even if Kate is the worst case scenario, then sustain us, Jesus!  My sister reminded me this morning...the three men in the fiery furnace didn't say "God will deliver us!" period...they said "Our God can deliver us, but even if He chooses not to, He is still God and we won't abandon that fact to worship something else." Or Jesus put it like this "Not my will, but Yours be done".  Now that is faith!!   Our plans and desires decreasing, that He might increase.

Am I there yet?  Closer than I have ever been....that is for sure.  I would so much rather think of God as healer, than I would think of Him as sustainer, but contrary to where I was a year ago, I am willing to lay down my desires for Kate and lean on His.  He alone holds the plan for her life.  And already in this plan, we have seen so much of His glory.  Kate has been an example of God's redemption to a great many people...maybe soon she will also be a great example of His healing...or maybe all of her life she will be an amazing picture of Our God as Sustainer.  Either way, I am excited through my sadness to see God continue to show His glory through this fulfillment of His promise.

Kiss Me, Kate

Kiss Me, Kate

Posted by Candace

I just got out of the bathtub.  I had gotten in during Kate's bath to soak my aching back and ended up thoroughly soaked instead.  Kate had me giggling my head off as she poured water over my head and covered me in conditioner, body lotion, and shower gel.  Payback is definitely sweet to her. 

There isn't much that I can do anymore without this little one making it more joyful, more interesting, or more challenging.  She is a complete paradox and I love her all the more for it.  She can be frustrating, sassy, spunky, sweet, cuddly, obnoxious, and cute as a button all within a 5 minute time span.  She wants to be with me ALL the time and sometimes I do a 180 just to make sure we have not grown together somehow.  It is fabulous and exhausting all at the same time.  Life is definitely NOT boring. 

Today is a perfect example of the amazingness that is Kate.  Most of the day made it to my Facebook statuses, but for those of you who missed it :).  This morning she woke up and wanted to get out of my bed.  Nathan was sleeping on my floor as usual so I lifted her off the bed and let her down.  She looked up at me with her shocked face and then huge smile as she tiptoed around him and left the room.  Within 5 minutes she was back in and dragging me out of bed to fix her breakfast.  I fixed some oatmeal and then warmed up something for me...as soon as she saw mine, she no longer wanted hers.  After breakfast, she needed her diaper changed so we headed to my room to change it.  I took her old one off and she stood up and took off (a new game she plays...grrrr).  So I asked her if she needed to go potty and she toddled into my bathroom and sat down on her Princess potty chair (nothing went into the potty, but she knew what I was talking about).  I grabbed a quick shower while the boys kept an eye on her (which means she spent most of the time right outside my shower babbling in Chinese) and then I started straightening up the house.  I gave her a pair of her shoes and told her to go put them where they go and she took them straight to the basket in the next room and put them up.  We went upstairs to change her clothes and she would not let me dress her.  Before I knew it she had her shorts on all the way (without help) and was trying to get her head through the arm hole in her shirt.  I tried to help her, but she was adamant and after about 5 tries she had the shirt on perfectly.  The boys were downstairs fighting and complaining about their chores so I yelled down at them and told them to cut it out...Kate backed me up by running out into the hallway yelling "Joryan!" "Natetan!" and then random Chinese phrases that probably meant "knock it off".

I had purchased bed rails for Kate's bed so that she can start sleeping upstairs, but they had to be put together.  Kate insisted on helping so we slowly but surely got the rails put together and on the bed.  She wasn't much help, but she sure did cheer me on with a "Yay" every time I connected a piece.  Once that was done it was on to the laundry... I had to get it put away and out of the living room.  Kate grabbed the pile of socks and followed me around putting them where I told her to and looking fairly proud of herself.  Again "Yay"s every time we finished a pile.  She stuck with her task until we were completely finished.  In between all of this, we had to stop for multiple snacks...every 5 minutes that little finger points to a wide open mouth and something edible has to go in it.  Her favorites lately are goldfish, grapes, cheese sticks, applesauce, and marshmallows (which I have had to purge from the house).

Before I knew it, it was naptime. I put Kate into her big girl bed and gave her "beebees" (various stuffed animals that play music).  We (the boys were eager to help with naptime) shut the door to a crack and the boys took the baby monitor out to the porch.  I watched Kate climb down to the bottom of the bed and try to get down off of it.  She was not going to go without a fight.  I calmly went into the room and she started crying "Ma-mee" and reaching for me.  She seemed a little frightened so I thought I would take her back to our bed and try again tomorrow.  As I got downstairs and headed for my room, she started screaming.  It seems that she wasn't mad about the room change, she was mad about taking a nap period.  Well, little girl needs a nap or she is not happy come 6pm, so I thought I might as well try the upstairs if she was going to scream anyway.  I put her back in her big girl bed despite the ear piercing noise (which the boys were out on the porch listening to through the baby monitor and cracking up laughing...they have learned to read the screams already).  Kate has several different screams.  There are the ones of terror when she wakes up in the middle of the night (almost every night), there are the ones of frustration when she is not being understood, there are the ones of tiredness when she hasn't had enough sleep, there are the ones of sadness when she just wants Mommy, and there are the ones of ugliness when she is not getting her way.  These screams were pure ugly.  How dare I put her down for a nap!  After I left the room, she kept up the ugly screams for about 5 minutes and then it was quiet for a second before she started indignantly yelling "Ma-meeeeee!" at the top of her lungs.  She would yell it and then pause to see if it was working.  Finally she realized it wasn't and got really quiet.  I thought "yes! she's asleep!"  I went and peeked in on her and she was sitting straight up in bed, shaking her sippy cup upside down, trying to make something come out of it and on to the bed.  If screaming won't get Mommy, I guess a mess in the beautiful princess bed might...lol.  Such sass!  When she got tired of trying, she laid down and went to sleep.  She only slept for around an hour, but she slept in her bed!!!  I made sure to make a huge deal about it and she smiled big when I told her how great of a job she did.  She learned how to say "I did it!"  Sooo cute.

I was not expecting the short nap time and I had things to finish (I only count on 2 productive hours a day) so I sat down to try to finish them.  Nothing doing... Kate staked her claim on my lap and went to touching and destroying everything that I was working on.  Before the frustration overwhelmed, I quit working and just enjoyed interaction with her silly 2 year old self.  She is so funny.  She tries to repeat everything that we say and she communicates things in her own very intelligent way.  Sometimes I don't understand what she is trying to say at first, but suddenly I will realize what she means and it will crack me up. 

I can't describe her perfection accurately or the way that she fits like a glove into this family.  Any time of day or night you will hear "Give me a kiss, Kate."  The boys want them just as desperately as we do.  There is something miraculous about becoming Mom and Dad and brothers to a little girl who has never known this kind of love.  Every day is something new, something different, something extra.  Such a perfect representation of our relationship with our Father.  The lessons are often life changing as we watch God do a work right before our eyes that He usually only does in our hearts.

Tonight as I was being acosted in the bathtub, I once again mourned for Kate's parents.  This has become an every day occurance for me, because though we have been brought much joy through this precious gift, it was at the expense and sacrifice of another...probably a sacrifice that was forced.  My heart hurts that they are missing out on the giggles and the smiles and the screams and the kisses.  I wish I could at least send them pictures so that they could know their little girl even from far away.  So tonight I am pretending that somehow they follow this blog...that they are smiling and looking at each other and arguing about which of them she sounds more like...that they are crying bittersweet tears at hearing how well she is doing, but missing being present for her moments.  Momma and Daddy, your little girl is safe, she is healthy, and she is ridiculously happy.  We love her more than we ever knew possible and we treasure her to the fullest every day.  You have not only given her life, but you have given us one of the 3 greatest gifts we have ever received.  Thank you.  Sending you kisses from Kate.

The more I get to know Kate, the more that I am sure that we robbed China of treasure.  She is completely priceless and we feel so privileged to have been chosen by God to be her parents.  She is just one little girl, but the redemption that is happening in and through her life is absolutely holy.  How can we help but think about bringing home a sister? :) 

A Few of Our Favorite Things

A Few of Our Favorite Things

Posted by Candace

Today marks one month since the day Kate was put into our arms. I am simply amazed at the depth of God's fulfilled promises. I was scared to death before the day that I met her, not knowing if I would be capable of properly parenting this little girl and giving her what she needs. The unknown requires great trust and I am still working on trust. Since that first day, however, God has given great grace as He always does and we are doing just fine.

Kate is an absolute wonder. I feel like we stole her from China! What a deal we got! She is not perfectly sweet or always loving, but I love that about her. I love that she is "real". She is beautifully flawed, but in those flaws I see myself all the more. She is spunky, but sometimes very afraid. She wants desperately to do some things, but is held back by knowing her many limitations. She is expressive and gorgeous and full of life. I love to watch her learning to trust more each day and as I do I am reminded of the way my Adoptive Father feels about me.

Some favorite things about Kate... Of course, her gorgeous smile...it completely lights up her face and steals our hearts. She smiles and laughs when we do. She says her Chinese name and we tickle her. It has become a game. I love it that she throws things when she is done with them...hard. It is her adamant way of letting us know that she is finished and though at times it is very inconvenient (and we are trying to teach her other forms of communication) it is also quite hilarious. She has not learned a lot of English, but her Chinese vocabulary is astounding. She gets quite frustrated when we don't understand or are not paying attention (because we don't understand), so her little voice will get louder and louder until finally she is crawling all over us, screaming out what she wants. Sadly sometimes it is only then when we realize how much communication matters. She is very technical, even at 2, and is drawn to all electronics...which can be quite interesting when I am trying to use the computer or my phone or the remote or the iPod. She loves the boys DS game and will open and shut it, so it is not unusual to hear "Hello, I'm Mario" and "Bye bye" followed by a little Chinese voice saying "bye bye"...over and over again. She doesn't cry when she gets hurt, instead she bites and pinches...it makes her mad and she blames the closest person to her (we are working on correcting this too :). She takes things from us and hides them behind her back so we will try to get them...she thinks it is quite humorous even though mommy does not find it funny when she really needs something. She has the strongest grip I have ever seen on a little girl. Her skin is soft and perfect which makes me really mad at mosquitos this year because they really love her. She loves to go bye bye so we don't sit still much and with Jordan and Nathan home for the summer, we are off to more adventures today.

 

When God promised that Kate would bring much joy to our family, I must confess it was very difficult to believe Him. The months leading up to her arrival were most difficult for me. I have a very active imagination that the unknown is just fuel for. Today I stand completely amazed at what God has done and what He will do if we will just believe Him and move forward. You may be scared to death like me...you may even feel like you are walking off of a cliff...but if you are following Jesus, He will catch you. There is nothing like standing in front of a mountain and watching it move before your very eyes. TAKE THAT NEXT STEP!!! It is worth it!