I take a lot for granted.
That's been the lesson lately. And I'm thankful for my life group that they've been letting me see that growing up in a Christian home, and knowing God all my life, has been an amazing blessing, really.
Background: I met a family through the ministry recently who through familial circumstances took in children that were not theirs. Their home has been put out by this brave and difficult undertaking. It has been financially, emotionally taxing on the parents and their children. So now they are ready for someone to adopt these children they have protected lately so that they can get back to their life, to the life they had prior to the disruption. And they love these kids that they are looking for homes for; they just want to return to the comfort they had before.
And my feelings are not judgment and I hope I didn't write this background info in such a way as to cause you to feel moved towards judgement. But what has dawned quite heavily on me is that I, as a Christian, know WHY I am moved and prodded to act as I do. God in heaven loved me, and I am deeply, deeply trying to learn to love like Him.
And sometimes I'm so surrounded by others who are on a like path, a similar chosen journey and we speak the same jargon and our hearts beat with same love and grace that God has reached down and touched our lives with. I forget, dear friends. I forget that for those who don't know that deep love of Christ it's not about that. It's only about the here and now, about doing for "my own" and for trying to enjoy my fleeting time -- certainly not taking on the responsibility of others.
And I'm so grateful that I know Jesus. For a thousand ways, to be sure. But today, I just feel so grateful that I know WHY I move daily. Any heartache I struggle with is because I want the lesson to be over and I want to have things perfect now, but deep down I know that God is chipping away at all of the rough patches of our little family members -- molding us for purposes only He fathoms.
I told you in my last post (sometimes I dread posting and vulnerability that comes with it, so I'm sorry for the gaps) that I would tell you of our progress. I am still journaling away. Ray and I are debriefing daily. Our sensory experiences and lessons from The Whole-Brain Child are working for connecting purposes with the kiddos and providing fun sensory opportunities for our sensory craver, Sugar-Monkey. All-Star only participates if the activities are neat and not messy. :) He's a tactile avoider. But here's where the progress is happening: in Ray and I. Last night, for example, Ray started making a soap-box car with Sugar-Monkey, and little man's attention was focused happily for two hours. A year ago, we would have wanted and expected All-Star and Sugar-Monkey to play together, or watch TV come 6pm, and let us get some work down now that dinner was over and it had been a long day. But we're focused on spending all our daytime hours connecting. Keep you posted.
That's been the lesson lately. And I'm thankful for my life group that they've been letting me see that growing up in a Christian home, and knowing God all my life, has been an amazing blessing, really.
Background: I met a family through the ministry recently who through familial circumstances took in children that were not theirs. Their home has been put out by this brave and difficult undertaking. It has been financially, emotionally taxing on the parents and their children. So now they are ready for someone to adopt these children they have protected lately so that they can get back to their life, to the life they had prior to the disruption. And they love these kids that they are looking for homes for; they just want to return to the comfort they had before.
And my feelings are not judgment and I hope I didn't write this background info in such a way as to cause you to feel moved towards judgement. But what has dawned quite heavily on me is that I, as a Christian, know WHY I am moved and prodded to act as I do. God in heaven loved me, and I am deeply, deeply trying to learn to love like Him.
And sometimes I'm so surrounded by others who are on a like path, a similar chosen journey and we speak the same jargon and our hearts beat with same love and grace that God has reached down and touched our lives with. I forget, dear friends. I forget that for those who don't know that deep love of Christ it's not about that. It's only about the here and now, about doing for "my own" and for trying to enjoy my fleeting time -- certainly not taking on the responsibility of others.
And I'm so grateful that I know Jesus. For a thousand ways, to be sure. But today, I just feel so grateful that I know WHY I move daily. Any heartache I struggle with is because I want the lesson to be over and I want to have things perfect now, but deep down I know that God is chipping away at all of the rough patches of our little family members -- molding us for purposes only He fathoms.