John 10:10
"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."
I almost quit Jesus.
It happened a couple of weeks ago on a Sunday afternoon. I was jet-lagged, exhausted, overwhelmed, sad, and facing constant rejection from my newly adopted daughter. My "story" was once again not going the way I had planned. In my self righteous anger, I boldly shook my fist at God and asked the age old question..."Why can't things go the way I want them to? Fortunately, God isn't the kind of deity that strikes idiots down as they are walking off their anger. I walked on. I tossed around the idea of disrupting the adoption and walking away from my faith. The entire time I thought about it, though...I couldn't really envision my life without Christ. Basically, this was another "roll around on the floor banging my fists and crying" tantrum. In my pain, I had reverted back to the child that wants what she wants, when she wants it! Sorry, girlie...God doesn't respond to that behavior!
By the time I got home from my 2 hour walk of anger, my husband was there to lovingly greet me and pull me out for a private talk. He was exactly what I needed in the middle of my high speed come-apart. He reminded me of God's faithfulness (why do I always forget it?) He reminded me that we are a team. We will do this together. And he reminded me of the beautiful life we were fortunate enough to live...even if I couldn't see it through my curtain of pain.
Since that day, God has been faithful to grow my relationship with my daughter. But, it is coming slooooowly. First, I had to set my feelings aside and agree to mother her...to love her...with my actions. When I felt like crying, I smiled at her instead. (yes...teeth were totally gritting). I got her snacks, I changed her diapers (that's love! You know it!) And I sat and held her as she fell asleep. She learned minute by minute to trust me. And I have to say, the process impacted me.
God sent Jesus to die for me so I could live. He adopted me. But, I rejected Him. For several years during my youth, I rejected Him. Even still, I can be a very challenging child! But, He is slowly showing me with His actions that I can trust Him. When my house came apart, He provided. In China with a broken heart, He was there. My relationship with my daughter is a direct parallel with the relationship I have with HIM.
The other day, I was perusing Facebook and I came across some recently posted photos. The title of the album could have been "barely dressed, drinking and flirting like a fool". As I looked at the photos I remembered that God had brought me from a life similar to this. It was a life completely focused on ME and the next "good time"
"The thief (satan) comes ONLY to steal, kill and destroy."
he doesn't really care about your "good times". He will gladly watch you party yourself into an STD, pregnancy, sickness, infidelity, divorce, and death. He'll supply the streamers!
"I (Jesus) have come so they may have life, and have it to the full"
Jesus has a shattered heart every time He sees someone He loves heading down the slippery slope of destruction. He has a much fuller life available for all of us. Pay attention! It is NOT pain free! And it is not perfect. My fuller life is filled with poopy diapers, crying, and not very much quiet time. Since we are flawed, we will always struggle in this life. But, the life we get when we follow Him is too difficult to describe to someone not living their "fuller life". So, since a picture is worth a thousand words...please allow me to show you what He means by "a fuller life"
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Monday, September 17, 2012
Thursday, September 6, 2012
The Best Things in Life are NOT Free!
We have been sold a lie. The best things in life are NOT free! And I'm not talking about a financial fee either. I'm talking about our perseverance and our resolve. I'll admit right now that I do not naturally have a lot of resolve in situations. I'm a flight girl, remember? When the going gets tough, the tough get going...to hide out under the bed until the danger is over!
This adoption has tested me in ways I could never have imagined! And I'm sure there will be so many more discouraging days that are filled with tons of effort and not much payoff.
But, the decision to stick with it is one that will define my life forever!
I found out yesterday that my daughter's orphanage might not have been all that great. The word "Abuse" came into play. Which prompted a friend to admit that she had noticed bruises on "E's" arms that look like fingers had been holding a little too tightly to her upper arm. I looked back at the photos from "gotcha day". It is true. My daughter had bruises. We saw them. But, we were too overwhelmed to put it together. I believe...after putting all the pieces together...that my daughter knew two types of women. She knew the ones that comfort and the ones that hurt. And it has taken her time to figure out which one I am.
So, I have been working hard over the past two weeks to show her consistent love. When she pushes me away, I respond with love. When she slaps me, I show her "gentle" When she scratches me, I firmly tell her "No, that hurts mama!" And I gently stroke her arm, showing her "love". I feed her, bathe her, change her diapers, play with her and hold her hand as she goes to sleep...all in an effort to convey that I am safe. It has been a lot of work without a lot of reward. But, in the moments when I see this...
This adoption has tested me in ways I could never have imagined! And I'm sure there will be so many more discouraging days that are filled with tons of effort and not much payoff.
But, the decision to stick with it is one that will define my life forever!
I found out yesterday that my daughter's orphanage might not have been all that great. The word "Abuse" came into play. Which prompted a friend to admit that she had noticed bruises on "E's" arms that look like fingers had been holding a little too tightly to her upper arm. I looked back at the photos from "gotcha day". It is true. My daughter had bruises. We saw them. But, we were too overwhelmed to put it together. I believe...after putting all the pieces together...that my daughter knew two types of women. She knew the ones that comfort and the ones that hurt. And it has taken her time to figure out which one I am.
So, I have been working hard over the past two weeks to show her consistent love. When she pushes me away, I respond with love. When she slaps me, I show her "gentle" When she scratches me, I firmly tell her "No, that hurts mama!" And I gently stroke her arm, showing her "love". I feed her, bathe her, change her diapers, play with her and hold her hand as she goes to sleep...all in an effort to convey that I am safe. It has been a lot of work without a lot of reward. But, in the moments when I see this...
I know. I believe. I trust...that the work is completely worth it. We are part of the story that God is writing in her life. He has BIG plans for her. I am honored...exhausted...but honored, that God would trust us with something so HUGE! I love this little one. I am loving her more every day. And her love for me is growing too.
Our adoption of "E" was not free. But we secured her freedom!
God's adoption for us was not free. But He secured our freedom. Think on that today, dear friends!!!
Monday, September 3, 2012
Good Grief...not so good!
Today is our fourth day home from China. Only four days separate my daughter from her birth country. Why do I expect her to heal so quickly? Her heart is still so broken from losing everything she knows. And the fact that she is so smart is not working in her favor. I believe she is holding on a little tighter to her "old life" because she remembers it. I read something pretty impacting on a board I belong to. Someone wrote in response to our issues that "anger is a stage of grieving." I am trying so hard not to take her major mood swings personally. She is still trying to figure all of this out. And she is scared. She's afraid of being moved again, of losing the people that are now caring for her...
I told hubby today that the most frustrating part is that I want so badly to be there for her. She really only comes to me when she wants something like a snack...or my chocolate. I was lamenting to him that I wish she would come to me for comfort and love instead of just coming to me when she wants something. And then a stabbing sensation hit my heart as I said out loud. "Oh my gosh...that's how I am with God." I've just gone to Him when I want something. He's probably saying, "Why doesn't she come to me for comfort and love. I want to give her so much more than measly snacks."
My goal today has been to look to God for strength. I certainly don't have what it takes to parent Essie through this trauma in her life. I'm in desperate need of His strength. Instead of expressing anger toward God for bringing me to this difficult place, I am trying now to look for ways He's trying to change me and grow me. I'm learning the hard way that I have pride issues (especially when it comes to parenting) It kills me to admit that I can't figure this thing out. I want everyone to think I'm a great mom and that I have the answers. But I don't. So, I will admit with a humble heart that I am clinging minute by minute to Christ to help me work through this with Essie. And in the meantime, I am seeing a million little blessings. From my fantastic husband to my boys, friends, and family. So many people care about us and about Esther. I am thankful for the great things God is showing me in the middle of this. And I'm thankful for His unconditional love! :)
Thanks for praying and caring for us (and feeding us!!!)
love and hugs,
jill
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