The week following the dedication we had a big party to celebrate the boys adoption.
Chad and I also took the boys to a prayer night our church holds twice a month specifically for healing. We wanted the generational curses of their biological family broken off.
The three praying for us were great! Rejection, addiction, and fear were some of the things cut off. Sexual purity was prayed into the boys. Leadership was sown into Chad. Love was prayed over me.
God destroyed the old and gave the boys a new, rich heritage.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
My heart, our life, God's plan. part 33
Another hard Sunday for the childless mom is dedication day. Thankfully, our church only does them twice a year. I'd had a secret request to Jesus. The next baby dedication would be July 6th and I'd hoped with all my might we could partake in it (I'm still giggling like a school girl at the delight Jesus so sweetly gave). Chad and I felt we weren't to dedicate the boys until they were legally ours. Thankfully-again- our church was very generous with the idea of putting our slideshow together and having to pull it at the last minute.
With legalities behind us we proceeded with the dedication. For some, dedication Sunday isn't a big deal, but for me it was a MAJOR thing. It sealed the deal for me more so than the courts. It felt like God's seal being placed on us. I wanted everyone close to be there. It would be an uncomfortable moment as it would be the first time all sides of the family had been in the same vicinity since my parents divorce.
The day came and I was thrilled to see everyone made it. It was a morning for rejoicing! The pastor made a joke about our family being the majority of the congregation as all 20 of us went down to pray for the God formed family!
I was tickled pink!
With legalities behind us we proceeded with the dedication. For some, dedication Sunday isn't a big deal, but for me it was a MAJOR thing. It sealed the deal for me more so than the courts. It felt like God's seal being placed on us. I wanted everyone close to be there. It would be an uncomfortable moment as it would be the first time all sides of the family had been in the same vicinity since my parents divorce.
The day came and I was thrilled to see everyone made it. It was a morning for rejoicing! The pastor made a joke about our family being the majority of the congregation as all 20 of us went down to pray for the God formed family!
I was tickled pink!
My heart, our life, God's plan. part 32
July 2, 2008
Lord, what a great few days! What a smooth and painless court appearance. June 30, 2008. You started a new lineage for the boys---HALLELUJAH!
The court experience had God's hand all over it. We were able to go down to Brownwood on a Sunday and stay at a family friends lake house. My brother, his wife, and their little boy came with us. We spent the day jumping into the lake and playing around. It was a great day!
We waited in the hallway of the courthouse for about 15 minutes before being called in. As we walked into the courtroom the Judge (who is known for loving adoption cases, saves them for the end of his day, and makes sure to take pictures with the new families) said "these people look alot alike." [I never get tired or hearing that!]
It was a simple procedure, swearing in, agreeing to take care of the boys. The kids got to sit on the bench and we preoccupied them with a kleenex box. We were so blessed to have my brother there to take pictures for us and to have all three of them there to support us. (They apparently got teary eyed but it was too much of a whirlwind for Chad and I to even think to cry!)
We topped off the day by stopping to get a much needed Spiderman cookie cake. The ladies in the bakery loved the brief version of our family story. Then off for a nice lunch.
I thought I looked pretty awesome for laboring 50 pounds of kid!
Lord, what a great few days! What a smooth and painless court appearance. June 30, 2008. You started a new lineage for the boys---HALLELUJAH!
The court experience had God's hand all over it. We were able to go down to Brownwood on a Sunday and stay at a family friends lake house. My brother, his wife, and their little boy came with us. We spent the day jumping into the lake and playing around. It was a great day!
We waited in the hallway of the courthouse for about 15 minutes before being called in. As we walked into the courtroom the Judge (who is known for loving adoption cases, saves them for the end of his day, and makes sure to take pictures with the new families) said "these people look alot alike." [I never get tired or hearing that!]
It was a simple procedure, swearing in, agreeing to take care of the boys. The kids got to sit on the bench and we preoccupied them with a kleenex box. We were so blessed to have my brother there to take pictures for us and to have all three of them there to support us. (They apparently got teary eyed but it was too much of a whirlwind for Chad and I to even think to cry!)
We topped off the day by stopping to get a much needed Spiderman cookie cake. The ladies in the bakery loved the brief version of our family story. Then off for a nice lunch.
I thought I looked pretty awesome for laboring 50 pounds of kid!
My heart, our life, God's plan. part 31
June 29, 2008
Lord, what are you teaching me with yesterday's events??????
Chad and I were anxiously awaiting June 30, our court date. We were very blessed to have had a change in the boys case worker. God graced us with a case worker that was on top of things! She gave us a checklist of things we needed to have done on our end and worked her tail off to get us where we needed to be by our 6 month mark. So the date was set for June 30th in Brownwood. 6 months and 2 weeks from the day we got the boys. Pretty close to unheard of in CPS. But God does the unheard!
All the while we were expressing our excitement about our court date to the boys along with friends and family. We shared that on that day we would become a "forever" family. A term that had been used when the boys came to live with us. Hindsight being what it is, we might should have used a different term. I believe that JD knew enough to know that "forever family" meant change. JD's behavior to a typical timeout during his last soccer game brought a horrifying response. You could hear him screaming over 3 soccer games.
Can I make a suggestion? I think others should look to make sure a child is not being injured, but if its a fit don't stop to stare. I had to use every ounce of will power not to express my discontent with the old ladies scoffing at me, the young men looking in disbelief. I wanted to scream "he is a foster child learning of change and not understanding it!" Well, if I were being completely honest, I wanted to yell obscenities at them and punch them in the face.
It was a horrible fit. JD had to stay home from a birthday party. I had to put the ironing board in front of his room to prevent me from going and throwing him through the window. (Okay, not literal but I knew it was best for him to work this out on his own and I needed some time to cool off as well so I put up a physical barrier).
I'd never seen a child with so much rage. It wasn't a three year old tantrum. It was a glimpse of the pain that he must have felt. Rejection, abondment, fear, uncertainty, hunger, longing for love and familiarity--- it all came out that hot Saturday morning.
Lord, what are you teaching me with yesterday's events??????
Chad and I were anxiously awaiting June 30, our court date. We were very blessed to have had a change in the boys case worker. God graced us with a case worker that was on top of things! She gave us a checklist of things we needed to have done on our end and worked her tail off to get us where we needed to be by our 6 month mark. So the date was set for June 30th in Brownwood. 6 months and 2 weeks from the day we got the boys. Pretty close to unheard of in CPS. But God does the unheard!
All the while we were expressing our excitement about our court date to the boys along with friends and family. We shared that on that day we would become a "forever" family. A term that had been used when the boys came to live with us. Hindsight being what it is, we might should have used a different term. I believe that JD knew enough to know that "forever family" meant change. JD's behavior to a typical timeout during his last soccer game brought a horrifying response. You could hear him screaming over 3 soccer games.
Can I make a suggestion? I think others should look to make sure a child is not being injured, but if its a fit don't stop to stare. I had to use every ounce of will power not to express my discontent with the old ladies scoffing at me, the young men looking in disbelief. I wanted to scream "he is a foster child learning of change and not understanding it!" Well, if I were being completely honest, I wanted to yell obscenities at them and punch them in the face.
It was a horrible fit. JD had to stay home from a birthday party. I had to put the ironing board in front of his room to prevent me from going and throwing him through the window. (Okay, not literal but I knew it was best for him to work this out on his own and I needed some time to cool off as well so I put up a physical barrier).
I'd never seen a child with so much rage. It wasn't a three year old tantrum. It was a glimpse of the pain that he must have felt. Rejection, abondment, fear, uncertainty, hunger, longing for love and familiarity--- it all came out that hot Saturday morning.
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