December was a full and sweet month of enjoying our family and celebrating the gift of Jesus! Here's a little taste of what our December held . . .
Lots of house projects
How many Waechters does it take to put together a Christmas tree stand?
Malachi officially turned 2 - two 2-year-olds in the house!
Family birthday celebration - the 8-year-old staying with us had his birthday on the exact same day as Malachi, so it was a dual celebration.
Birthday Party for Jesus at Church
Into crafting - we were here at our table getting messy at least once a day
Christmas breakfast with KK and C-Daddy and the cousins
Our friend at church let all three kids play his guitar (this was a huge December highlight for Javen, who is obsessed with guitars lately)
Gingerbread House Making Party
Malachi's Adoption Finalization
We made gingerbread men and Javen made his anatomically correct - he didn't comment on it, so neither did I so I don't know if it was purposeful or coincidence . . .
Going to see Christmas lights with KK and C-Daddy (my parents) and the cousins
A visit to the Tampa chic-fil-a with a huge lights display and fake snow (bubbles) machine
Christmas Morning - Jesus' birthday cake for breakfast family tradition kick-off was a big hit
Some parents give gifts for Christmas - we just give boxes
Christmas afternoon at KK and C-Daddy's house
The fun with boxes continues . . .
Post-Christmas gathering with Scott's side of the family at the ranch - so much fun!
It was a full but fun month. Looking back, 2011 was a hard year but one in which we were stretched and grown a LOT, and I would not change a thing about it. We moved twice, had six foster children, spent 1/4 of the year in Uganda, brought our precious Malachi home, and bought a new house that is a big time fixer-upper (fixer-upper is probably too nice a word for it - disaster is more like it!). We look forward to the year ahead and pray that it will be another one in which we grow to love Jesus more. Happy New Year!
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Just some thoughts (on how to ruin your kids' lives). . .
For the past couple of weeks, our family has temporily grown to include two elementary school-aged children who need a safe place to stay for a while. In many ways it’s been a challenge to jump suddenly from 2 to 4 kids (especially older ones!) and to take on a whole new level of (constant!) instruction and teaching and loving on a couple of hurting little hearts, but what a privilege to have the opportunity to pour into two precious little souls for a time and to have two more constant little reminders in our home of what Christ did for us in bringing us into His family when we were pretty unlovable.
It has also been a joy to watch our own children interact with these new additions and to see how by now Javen doesn’t even question why new children are living here again – he just unquestioningly welcomes them into his home and family with open arms, and Malachi has followed his lead. Our kids can teach us so much.
Over the last couple years of fostering and adoption, we’ve gotten the “but what about your 'own' children?” comment many times from caring people who think we are not being fair to Javen or Malachi . . . or that we are certainly ruining our children’s lives . . . or that we are somehow going against our Biblical responsibility to our children or each other by bringing other children with many needs into our home while our “own” children are still so little and needy.
I agree wholeheartedly that we have a biblical responsibility to love and care for and protect our children. There have been and will be seasons in life when some of our “own” children may require that we scale back on certain things to focus on a need or a lesson for a time. We cannot and ought not throw our own families and their needs by the wayside in order to meet the needs of others. It doesn't have to be one or the other, though. I don’t think the “your own children are the most important children” philosophy holds any Biblical weight, and I've never noticed a “but only after your ‘own’ children are grown” or "but only if there is no risk involved" caveat after all the many verses that tell us to love, serve, and sacrifice our lives unto Christ and the Gospel and to protect and defend the fatherless. We can't possibly be living out Christ's command to "Go into all the world" if we follow this "me and mine first" mentality.
After all, were families created to glorify God and to hold out Christ's love to a lost and dying world, or is our primary purpose to keep ourselves and our families safe and comfortable and make sure our own kids know Jesus loves them while we stay sheltered from it all?
And how can we really be fulfilling our Biblical mandate to instruct our children in the Lord if we are just teaching them with words and not through our lifestyle and actions, walking alongside them and instructing them in God's word as we give them ample opportunities to actually live out what Jesus teaches?
We tell them to rely on God and then we carefully structure our lives so that we need Him as little as possible . . . and then we scratch our heads and wonder why our teens/young adults are leaving the church by the thousands.
So often (for me, anyway) it can be all too tempting to use my kids as a justification to excuse myself from the command of loving our neighbors as ourselves. In our desire to take care of our own kids, it's all too easy to forget that they are all His children. Instead, shouldn't our kids be an impetus for us to love more and better so that they may have opportunities to learn Biblical love? I don’t want to shield my children from the hurts and injustices in the world. I want their eyes to be opened to what sin and separation from God has done in our world and I want them to grow up wanting to do something about it.
We need to teach our children that loving our neighbor as ourselves is not just an every-now-and-then thing. Loving our neighbor as ourselves doesn't just happen when it's fun or if it fits easily into our convenient little schedule or if we can ensure that it is completely risk-free. It goes far beyond taking someone a meal every now and then (not that meals are bad - we have been the very grateful recipients this year of some delicious meals on hard days!).
Afterall, we love ourselves A LOT. Loving our neighbor as ourselves means we have to learn to think about ourselves a whole lot less so we have room think about others more. It’s hard. It’s often inconvenient. It is sacrificial. There are risks. And it will bless us to pieces and require us to walk with God every step of our day, drawing on his strength, grace, and mercy. It will fill us with gratitude and humility because we will know that in light of what He has done for us, nothing we can do is even close to worthy of being called a sacrifice. We will think we are blessing someone else when really we ourselves are the ones being hugely blessed. We will hear our 2-year-olds (those same ones whose lives we are ruining by bringing other kids into our home) tell us how they are sharing their room and their mommy and daddy so that some other kids can know that Jesus loves them.
“Keeping our doors locked and never letting people in will never teach our children – or ourselves – that all we are and all we have belongs to Christ. It is our job to teach them that no matter who walks through our doors, they are welcomed and we will love. . . They all come from a gracious heavenly Father who pours out good gifts. We need to pour those gifts out to others so that they can say, 'God intervened and sent me help.'.....We have to get into the habit of giving of ourselves completely. Poured out like the rain. Taking chances and saying, "it's all Gods anyway." My time, my money, my home are all His anyway..So unlock your doors. . .Sometimes, loving others requires hard things, getting rid of our own selfishness, and our rights to comfort and time. . . Nothing I do today is more important then teaching my children to love and to love well." ~Robyn
It has also been a joy to watch our own children interact with these new additions and to see how by now Javen doesn’t even question why new children are living here again – he just unquestioningly welcomes them into his home and family with open arms, and Malachi has followed his lead. Our kids can teach us so much.
Over the last couple years of fostering and adoption, we’ve gotten the “but what about your 'own' children?” comment many times from caring people who think we are not being fair to Javen or Malachi . . . or that we are certainly ruining our children’s lives . . . or that we are somehow going against our Biblical responsibility to our children or each other by bringing other children with many needs into our home while our “own” children are still so little and needy.
I agree wholeheartedly that we have a biblical responsibility to love and care for and protect our children. There have been and will be seasons in life when some of our “own” children may require that we scale back on certain things to focus on a need or a lesson for a time. We cannot and ought not throw our own families and their needs by the wayside in order to meet the needs of others. It doesn't have to be one or the other, though. I don’t think the “your own children are the most important children” philosophy holds any Biblical weight, and I've never noticed a “but only after your ‘own’ children are grown” or "but only if there is no risk involved" caveat after all the many verses that tell us to love, serve, and sacrifice our lives unto Christ and the Gospel and to protect and defend the fatherless. We can't possibly be living out Christ's command to "Go into all the world" if we follow this "me and mine first" mentality.
After all, were families created to glorify God and to hold out Christ's love to a lost and dying world, or is our primary purpose to keep ourselves and our families safe and comfortable and make sure our own kids know Jesus loves them while we stay sheltered from it all?
And how can we really be fulfilling our Biblical mandate to instruct our children in the Lord if we are just teaching them with words and not through our lifestyle and actions, walking alongside them and instructing them in God's word as we give them ample opportunities to actually live out what Jesus teaches?
We tell them to rely on God and then we carefully structure our lives so that we need Him as little as possible . . . and then we scratch our heads and wonder why our teens/young adults are leaving the church by the thousands.
So often (for me, anyway) it can be all too tempting to use my kids as a justification to excuse myself from the command of loving our neighbors as ourselves. In our desire to take care of our own kids, it's all too easy to forget that they are all His children. Instead, shouldn't our kids be an impetus for us to love more and better so that they may have opportunities to learn Biblical love? I don’t want to shield my children from the hurts and injustices in the world. I want their eyes to be opened to what sin and separation from God has done in our world and I want them to grow up wanting to do something about it.
We need to teach our children that loving our neighbor as ourselves is not just an every-now-and-then thing. Loving our neighbor as ourselves doesn't just happen when it's fun or if it fits easily into our convenient little schedule or if we can ensure that it is completely risk-free. It goes far beyond taking someone a meal every now and then (not that meals are bad - we have been the very grateful recipients this year of some delicious meals on hard days!).
Afterall, we love ourselves A LOT. Loving our neighbor as ourselves means we have to learn to think about ourselves a whole lot less so we have room think about others more. It’s hard. It’s often inconvenient. It is sacrificial. There are risks. And it will bless us to pieces and require us to walk with God every step of our day, drawing on his strength, grace, and mercy. It will fill us with gratitude and humility because we will know that in light of what He has done for us, nothing we can do is even close to worthy of being called a sacrifice. We will think we are blessing someone else when really we ourselves are the ones being hugely blessed. We will hear our 2-year-olds (those same ones whose lives we are ruining by bringing other kids into our home) tell us how they are sharing their room and their mommy and daddy so that some other kids can know that Jesus loves them.
“Keeping our doors locked and never letting people in will never teach our children – or ourselves – that all we are and all we have belongs to Christ. It is our job to teach them that no matter who walks through our doors, they are welcomed and we will love. . . They all come from a gracious heavenly Father who pours out good gifts. We need to pour those gifts out to others so that they can say, 'God intervened and sent me help.'.....We have to get into the habit of giving of ourselves completely. Poured out like the rain. Taking chances and saying, "it's all Gods anyway." My time, my money, my home are all His anyway..So unlock your doors. . .Sometimes, loving others requires hard things, getting rid of our own selfishness, and our rights to comfort and time. . . Nothing I do today is more important then teaching my children to love and to love well." ~Robyn
Thursday, November 10, 2011
It's the Simple Things . . .
"This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it." ~Psalm 118:24
"We do not remember days, we remember moments." ~Cesare Pavese
Enjoy the little things, for one day, you may look back and realize they were the big things." ~Robery Brault
"It isn't the great pleasures that count the most; it's making a great deal out of the little ones." ~Jean Webster
"Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today." ~Gloria Gaither
"Seeing our Father in everything makes life one long thanksgiving and gives rest of the heart." ~Hannah Whithall-Smith
"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
"We do not remember days, we remember moments." ~Cesare Pavese
Enjoy the little things, for one day, you may look back and realize they were the big things." ~Robery Brault
"It isn't the great pleasures that count the most; it's making a great deal out of the little ones." ~Jean Webster
"Memories, important yesterdays, were once todays. Treasure and notice today." ~Gloria Gaither
"Seeing our Father in everything makes life one long thanksgiving and gives rest of the heart." ~Hannah Whithall-Smith
"Write it on your heart that every day is the best day of the year." ~Ralph Waldo Emerson~
Friday, November 4, 2011
Just a Little Malachi Update
MALACHI THEN . . .
AND NOW . . .
A lot of people have been asking us about Malachi and his adjustment lately, so here’s an update . . . Malachi has been a part of our family for over 5 1/2 months now and home in America for more than three months. In his five months as a part of our family, Malachi has gone from 16 pounds and wearing size 6 months clothes to 26 pounds and a size 2T. We have had the joy of watching him transform from a malnourished, lethargic, depressed infant into a laughing toddler. We’ve watched him go from no mobility to scooting, to crawling, to now taking his first steps in just 5 short months. He has gone from not talking or communicating at all to communicating through grunts and fits, to attempting to copy our words and learning to sign some of his needs and wants. So much progress made and so many HUGE milestones reached in such a short time.
Malachi has been a precious addition to our family, and it was so easy for all of us to fall in love with him (as you can see, he is totally irresistable!). It has been sweet to watch his funny little personality begin to emerge. It has been nothing short of amazing to watch his transformation from a sick, lifeless orphan into our laughing, joyful son. It has been a joy to be his parents, to have the privilege to be the ones to delight in a precious child who has never experienced being delighted in (at least not since the first few months of his life), to share his first steps, first words, and so many other firsts. It was an indescribable feeling when our son for the first time said the words “Mommy” and “Daddy.” It has been humbling to think that God could have chosen anyone to be this little boy’s family and that in His kindness he chose us. We are forever grateful that He did.
Malachi’s first five months with us have have been so joyful and yet at the same time so difficult and heartbreaking in many ways. Some days he seems like a well-adjusted (though still a bit developmentally delayed), normal 2-year-old, and during other days and nights the smallest incidents provoke huge fits of panic, exposing the dark corners of his young life, evidences of the things that have been done to him - or not done for him - and things he has experienced and seen, many of which we may never know about but that have left deep scars on his little heart. Because of his many months of living with painful, gnawing hunger, his little mind still can’t fathom that there will always be another meal, that he can trust us to meet his need for food. Loss after loss in his young life have left deep scars on his heart and a deep fear of abandonment, and when he wakes at night and reaches out for me but doesn’t find me quickly enough, the result is often an attack of sheer panic. My tears have more than once mingled with his as I hold him tight to my heart and whisper over and over that we are his family and that he is not alone and mourn with him for the many nights that he was alone. It is heartbreaking to know your son was hungry and you weren’t there to feed him. That he was sick and I wasn’t there to care for him, that he was crying and hurt and confused and I wasn’t there to hold him and sing to him and whisper words of reassurance into his ears. While I will always mourn the many months of his life that I missed, I am so grateful that Malachi is in our arms and our home now, and we look forward to and pray for the continued healing of his little heart.
Overall, Malachi is doing amazingly well. I will say that we have found that adoptive parenting is WAY harder and more exhausting than “regular” parenting, requiring even more thought, wisdom (fortunately we have many friends who have walked this road ahead of us and who have much wisdom to impart!), and creativity to be applied every single step of the way as we need to be aware of and address physical and emotional needs 24 hours a day 7 days a week with very few breaks (we still can’t leave Malachi with anyone else and I think he has been away from my side maybe a total of 8 hours - night or day - in the last 5 months!), but it is also incredibly rewarding to watch a life transformed in your own living room and to be constantly reminded through our son of the sacrifice God made for us in adopting us into His family. In light of that, nothing we do is even close to worthy of being called a sacrifice!
We are grateful for our new son and cannot wait to see the plans the Lord has for Malachi’s life.
AND NOW . . .
A lot of people have been asking us about Malachi and his adjustment lately, so here’s an update . . . Malachi has been a part of our family for over 5 1/2 months now and home in America for more than three months. In his five months as a part of our family, Malachi has gone from 16 pounds and wearing size 6 months clothes to 26 pounds and a size 2T. We have had the joy of watching him transform from a malnourished, lethargic, depressed infant into a laughing toddler. We’ve watched him go from no mobility to scooting, to crawling, to now taking his first steps in just 5 short months. He has gone from not talking or communicating at all to communicating through grunts and fits, to attempting to copy our words and learning to sign some of his needs and wants. So much progress made and so many HUGE milestones reached in such a short time.
Malachi has been a precious addition to our family, and it was so easy for all of us to fall in love with him (as you can see, he is totally irresistable!). It has been sweet to watch his funny little personality begin to emerge. It has been nothing short of amazing to watch his transformation from a sick, lifeless orphan into our laughing, joyful son. It has been a joy to be his parents, to have the privilege to be the ones to delight in a precious child who has never experienced being delighted in (at least not since the first few months of his life), to share his first steps, first words, and so many other firsts. It was an indescribable feeling when our son for the first time said the words “Mommy” and “Daddy.” It has been humbling to think that God could have chosen anyone to be this little boy’s family and that in His kindness he chose us. We are forever grateful that He did.
Malachi’s first five months with us have have been so joyful and yet at the same time so difficult and heartbreaking in many ways. Some days he seems like a well-adjusted (though still a bit developmentally delayed), normal 2-year-old, and during other days and nights the smallest incidents provoke huge fits of panic, exposing the dark corners of his young life, evidences of the things that have been done to him - or not done for him - and things he has experienced and seen, many of which we may never know about but that have left deep scars on his little heart. Because of his many months of living with painful, gnawing hunger, his little mind still can’t fathom that there will always be another meal, that he can trust us to meet his need for food. Loss after loss in his young life have left deep scars on his heart and a deep fear of abandonment, and when he wakes at night and reaches out for me but doesn’t find me quickly enough, the result is often an attack of sheer panic. My tears have more than once mingled with his as I hold him tight to my heart and whisper over and over that we are his family and that he is not alone and mourn with him for the many nights that he was alone. It is heartbreaking to know your son was hungry and you weren’t there to feed him. That he was sick and I wasn’t there to care for him, that he was crying and hurt and confused and I wasn’t there to hold him and sing to him and whisper words of reassurance into his ears. While I will always mourn the many months of his life that I missed, I am so grateful that Malachi is in our arms and our home now, and we look forward to and pray for the continued healing of his little heart.
Overall, Malachi is doing amazingly well. I will say that we have found that adoptive parenting is WAY harder and more exhausting than “regular” parenting, requiring even more thought, wisdom (fortunately we have many friends who have walked this road ahead of us and who have much wisdom to impart!), and creativity to be applied every single step of the way as we need to be aware of and address physical and emotional needs 24 hours a day 7 days a week with very few breaks (we still can’t leave Malachi with anyone else and I think he has been away from my side maybe a total of 8 hours - night or day - in the last 5 months!), but it is also incredibly rewarding to watch a life transformed in your own living room and to be constantly reminded through our son of the sacrifice God made for us in adopting us into His family. In light of that, nothing we do is even close to worthy of being called a sacrifice!
We are grateful for our new son and cannot wait to see the plans the Lord has for Malachi’s life.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Our First 3 Weeks Home
If I had to choose one word to describe these past three weeks home, it would be "joy." A close second would be "gratitude."
I am so grateful to be home with my husband again. My heart overflows as I watch my sons enjoying their father and LOVING getting to play with him again. They truly couldn't have a better Daddy, and I think they know it.
Tears fill my eyes multiple times a day as I watch Malachi transform a little bit more each hour, slowly but steadily gaining confidence that we are his family and that he is here to stay.
What pure joy it is seeing the light in the eyes that a few short months ago were dull and lifeless. . .
hearing the sweet belly laughter from a child who 14 weeks ago did not know how to smile . . .
hearing "Mama" and "Daddy" for the first time come from the lips of this child who was an orphan just weeks ago . . .
seeing Javen's love and protectiveness for his new brother when we were so prepared for jealousy and squabbling . . .
I could go on and on. The days have been filled with sweetness and precious moments.
I am humbled and grateful and completely undeserving of this sweet blessing, of this precious life entrusted to our family, of this ever-present reminder of our own transformation and redemption in Christ. I'm in awe of the God who is allowing us to be a part of Malachi's story and who brought us together from opposite sides of the earth. Adoption is no less a miracle than pregnancy and childbirth, and even more so in so many ways. We are blessed. Pictures to follow . . .
I am so grateful to be home with my husband again. My heart overflows as I watch my sons enjoying their father and LOVING getting to play with him again. They truly couldn't have a better Daddy, and I think they know it.
Tears fill my eyes multiple times a day as I watch Malachi transform a little bit more each hour, slowly but steadily gaining confidence that we are his family and that he is here to stay.
What pure joy it is seeing the light in the eyes that a few short months ago were dull and lifeless. . .
hearing the sweet belly laughter from a child who 14 weeks ago did not know how to smile . . .
hearing "Mama" and "Daddy" for the first time come from the lips of this child who was an orphan just weeks ago . . .
seeing Javen's love and protectiveness for his new brother when we were so prepared for jealousy and squabbling . . .
I could go on and on. The days have been filled with sweetness and precious moments.
I am humbled and grateful and completely undeserving of this sweet blessing, of this precious life entrusted to our family, of this ever-present reminder of our own transformation and redemption in Christ. I'm in awe of the God who is allowing us to be a part of Malachi's story and who brought us together from opposite sides of the earth. Adoption is no less a miracle than pregnancy and childbirth, and even more so in so many ways. We are blessed. Pictures to follow . . .
Thursday, August 11, 2011
Favorite Family Pictures From Uganda
Very first family-of-four picture
First Court Hearing
On the Shores of Lake Victoria
Boat ride on Lake Victoria
At the Source of the Nile River
Boat Ride on the Nile
Visiting Bujagali Falls on the Nile River in Jinja
Where Nile River begins out of Lake Victoria
First Court Hearing
On the Shores of Lake Victoria
Boat ride on Lake Victoria
At the Source of the Nile River
Boat Ride on the Nile
Visiting Bujagali Falls on the Nile River in Jinja
Where Nile River begins out of Lake Victoria
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