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To a first time mom…

(Photograph below by AGR Photography)

(My sweet Frank…my 3rd little love…now preparing for his 5th birthday…is telling me he wants yet another Knight party:)

Today I had the SWEET joy of capturing one of best friend’s little niece. She is under 2 weeks old–and oh what a joy it was to capture this sweet one. Having spent years and years as a newborn photographer and having retired to solely be a mommy–it was a fun gift to give this new mom bursting at the seams with joy toward her new one. As I sat with her–soothing her new one to sleep for treasured photographs–we talked about mommy hood and all the advice that had come her way from other new moms. We laughed at much of it–and I encouraged her to RELISH the moments of this new one…not allowing the comparing with others to ever steal her joy. I thought of all the little nuggets I have gathered along the way…and shared some with her–and it was sweet to watch her take a deep breath and begin to breath in this tender, sweet time that goes by in a blink.

I shared with her these little nuggets (some no-brainer obvious things that we often make more difficult than we should)–and thought some of them are just too good not to share with other new moms as well…

1. When you new baby cries, pick him up. Feed him. Change him. Soothe him. Meet that little love’s need and remember you can never spoil a child from loving him too much. I hate Baby Wise. It was the first book I read as a new mom. And the first book I threw away. Something in my heart just felt–this isn’t right. Strict schedules–crying it out–all of it…just didn’t feel right. Psalm 139:14 is truth–your baby is fearfully and wonderfully made. If you will simply watch your baby’s sleep cues–put your baby down when she/he is tired–feed your baby when he/she is hungry–and hold that sweet one as much as he/she will let you–you will be VERY surprised how easily schedules fall into place. I’ve never let a baby cry it out–and my babies are all amazing sleepers. They sleep in until 8am. Go to bed at 7:30pm. And they are rockstar nappers. (Ask the sweet girl here today–as my 8 year old politely interrupted and asked if could he please go upstairs and take just a short nap. For the most part my littles all drop their naps around 5 years old–but every now and again they beg for them. Nap time has been a sweet time–with no tears–so it’s a restful, sweet place for them. It’s that for me too!).

And for some…like my first–you may have a babe who has colic–that lasts for 6 months and there is absolutely nothing you can do to make the late afternoon crying stop. I understand this situation all to well…and I’ll never forget discovering we were expecting again while this colicky love was just 5 months old (they are 14 months apart!) and wondering how I would ever make it. If you have a colicky love–just hang in there…try everything you can think of and trust your mommy instincts. For our colicky love the noise of a vacuum cleaner helped–and we had one spot in our bedroom that was cleaner than any other place. Get creative and hang in there. This too shall pass. And remember you are not alone. (My colicky baby ended up being my BEST napper! Just hold on to that until you get through it!)

2. Never, ever compare your child to someone else’s. (This includes Baby Center and those updates on what your baby “should” be doing at so-and-so age/stage.) The comparing–this starts early. Susie Cue–your dear friend who happened to give birth weeks before your sweet one’s arrival. You get a phone call when her babe smiles, rolls over, sits, coos, says mama, etc, etc, etc. NOTE TO SELF: Beware of Susie Cues. And limit your time and play dates with them as well. They will be comparing for years to come–and this is unhealthy for both you and your sweet one. Love the Susie Cues–but don’t fall into the comparison games. By 2nd grade, trust me–no one is sitting around asking when their child rolled over, sat or how many words they could say by that 18 month checkup. No one even remembers by then–and Susie Cue has moved on to comparing pages in Chapter Books too. Go back to Psalm 139:14–your child is fearfully and wonderfully made–and each will do their own thing in his own time. Some will do things in much later times as well. We brought home our 4th little one from Ethiopia just before he turned one. He couldn’t lift his head or sit. He is four years old now, and he caught up just fine with lots of love and encouragement. Remember to keep the main thing the main thing–and enjoy loving your little one…and let Susie Cue give her update on the answering machine next time she calls. OR grab it and encourage her how wonderful that step is for her little love…just don’t jump in with comparing.

3. Remember everything is for a time. A blink. A short, short time. There will be things that are not easy. For me–it was the beginning and no sleep. I wanted my babies to sleep through the night SO BAD. I remember. But now. Now. Oh–I’d give anything to be woken up in the middle of the night 4 or 5 times…to get to rock them again…feed them again…to have that quiet–just the two of us again. This time is fleeting. It goes by fast. SAVOR every moment…even what seems hard. You might need to drink coffee in the morning. I didn’t drink coffee until I became a mom;). And if you are nursing–I promise one cup of coffee won’t destroy your milk supply. I promise. Many times our babies would only sleep in our bed. Whatever works! I couldn’t talk our oldest into climbing into bed and snuggling with us now–so enjoy this sweet time while you can. I promise a 16 year old kiddo isn’t going to want to sleep in the middle–so if your baby sleeps cuddled up with you better–then do it! If she sleeps better in a pack-and-play beside you–do that! Find what works–and meet that little love’s need. (You can’t spoil a child from meeting their needs…their wants maybe–but never their needs.)

4. Sleep when the baby sleeps. Finally. You got her to nap. There’s a pile of laundry. The house is a wreck. I remember those days. I also remember climbing back in to bed almost every time and napping daily with my loves. Looking back almost a decade later–this is one thing I will never regret. Live a life where you ask yourself, “In 10 years, will I be glad I did ____ or ____.” I do not regret leaving the laundry. I may have regretted not snuggling with my love and napping beside her while she napped. Oh I wish I could go back! You will still have a pile of laundry in 10 years, but you won’t have that tiny love and you certainly won’t be able to nap. Sleep while your little one sleeps! You will probably need it for the night ahead!

5. Enjoy life…and leave the music on. My best sleeper and easiest little love are my 3rd, 4th and 5th children. By then–I wasn’t on edge…waiting for every little move to see what I should do next. They rolled with the punches and often times had to be on the go. I came home for naps and such–but outside of that–we enjoyed life around us…visiting parks, friends and daddy at work…and I left the music on (because I love music). I didn’t tip toe–so they learned to sleep in almost any environment–and because we did this they were easy to put down any where–as long it was nap time or bed time. Children are so resilient–but if you tip toe you teach them to require that–so keep the music on and run the errands you need to. Just be home in time for their naps and be consistent. Be consistent leads me into the early years of discipline…but that post is for another day. This one…is just for new mommies…in the first months:)

6. Remember that He is enough for your baby–and enough for you. I remember losing sleep over my first love. I let fear control my heart–and even steal my JOY. I worried. Worried. And worried some more. Would he stop breathing in his sleep? Would the congestion lead to RSV? Was I making enough milk? Would he weigh enough at his next checkup? Would he ever get on a nap schedule? Will his brain develop properly if he doesn’t nap long enough? It took me a few babies to learn that congestion was just snot–and it’d often work itself out. It really didn’t matter if they sucked their thumb or a paci. Nap schedules take time to work themselves out. And if they were under weight that probably means they are petite. I wish I could have just ENJOYED my first love. I think I passed down more worry to my first love as I let worry steal much of my joy in my first months of motherhood. I wish then I’d known the power of the Lord is 100% capable of caring for the little things–AND the big things when it comes to babies. My 4th love–I wasn’t there for the first year, and he was given coffee the first year of his little life simply because it was what was available. He had not met any major milestones that were normal for the first year for healthy babies. YET it was the Lord that watched over him and sustained him when I was across the world. He was enough then. He is enough now…for you–and for your little one. And my 4th, well–he has caught up just fine and is running around like a wild little 4 year old cowboy with the best of them…the same stage as Susie Cue’s 4 year old too despite his early delays. He will care for your love whether your little is beside you in a bassinet or across the world. So sleep…rest…and trust Him to care for your little one. He is enough.

Some times, mommying is as sweet or as hard as you make it. We’ve had special needs, colic, and 2 years olds newly home from other countries…but in just a couple of weeks with lots of love, attention, listening and watching their cues–we were on schedules and in our groove. It can be very overwhelming though the first time around–but don’t let it be! If it’s too overwhelming–then maybe you need to get out, have a breather and add a little something to your day to get your mind off it being perfect. It never will be perfect…but it can be sweet. So focus on simply enjoying the moment and meeting your love’s needs and you’ll be surprised how things begin to fall into place. I’d give anything to go back to those first weeks! So enjoy every moment…because they go by in a blink!

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Mary (Owlhaven) - July 24, 2013 - 1:37 pm

Love this, Andrea!

sarah hurst - July 25, 2013 - 1:56 pm

absolutely beautiful post! i have one little girl, hoping to have a second child soon, through adoption and i couldn’t agree more with what you’ve typed out above! i stressed and worried so much about every little thing when my daughter was a baby, and sometimes i still do. having this reminder and something that new mommies can read is such a blessing! thank you for taking the time to share your heart and words with us!

Fingerprint Owl Fall Craft {Whoo Whoo Are You Thankful for?}

So this morning I was brave enough to take 5 kiddos to Hobby Lobby…5 kids 4 and under:). My older 2 were at camp–and I grabbed a friend’s younger two to join us for a little bit of what we call MOMMY CAMP! It’s for the kids not old enough to do day camps yet! Walking around Hobby Lobby I was trying to find something fun to put handprints on–and decided to go on the cheap and just buy plain wooden squares that could be painted.

You can get these at Hobby Lobby. They are just 6 3/4″ wooden square plagues. We already had cheap sponge paintbrushes, orange/white/brown paint, and a black paint pen.

1. We painted the squares ORANGE. ALL the kids did this step by themselves! I mean–you can’t mess this up! Just let them go nuts!

2. Then–take a sponge round brush (or a normal one and just spin it to make a circle) and dip in WHITE to make dots. I let the oldest which were 4 years old do this step themselves too. We did this BEFORE the orange was dry so it had a fun swirl look to the dots. (AND I wanted to be done before lunch time:).

ALLOW TO DRY. We sped things up by using my hair dryer:)

3. Paint owl body in center with BROWN paint using a small paintbrush. Just paint a BIG, fat “U” and connect the top of the U with a small smiley face:) [Again, my 4 year old did this with my explaining it that way.] OR you can paint the U and connect for your child and let them fill him in with brown.

4. Paint 4 fingers on each hand and press on each side of the owl for his wings.

ALLOW TO DRY. Again…we used the hair dryer. Kids love this step!

5. Using paintbrush, paint TWO big white circles for the eyes,  little upside down triangle for the nose and add some little feet!

6. Then we finished it up using a black paint pen. Dots for the eyes and writing “Whoo…Whoo…Am I Thankful For?” And then their NAME at the bottom! So easy! So fun!

(Sorry I didn’t snap more pictures of the process! I just had my phone and my hands were full! Hope this makes sense! It’s nap time now…so I wanted to share before our day gets crazy again:)

Whoo…Whoo…Am I thankful for??? These precious children that I get to love! So thankful!

Blessings!

Andrea

 

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The Wiphan Zambia’s Top 10…

Here’s a post I just got from April…my sista! They are having an amazing trip at Wiphan–and this momma is just DYING not to be with them! Christy–my Created for Care Sidekick and my sister…TOGETHER…loving on 450 precious kids–oh I can hardly stand it. SOOOO…who’s in for a Wiphan Zambia trip for next summer?? Because I’m SO in! Okay…without further delay…here are April and Christy’s Summer ’13 Wiphan TOP TEN from their trip so far…
So we actually have internet tonight so I thought I’d write out some highlights of my trip to Zambia… or atleast my personal Top 10. There is already so much and we’ve only been here 3 days… I’m homesick for my family but I LOVE this place and these people!

1) Meeting Mwape. I am in love with this little 8th grade girl, with the most gentle spirit. Heather and I got to sit with her in her bedroom as she showed us her school work and told us she “will just cry if she doesn’t make the top grades” on her test. I love Mwape. She was talking about her test to see if she gets to go to 9th grade. I’ve never wanted someone to pass a test more in my life.

2) Hugo and Oliver following us home. Two of Wiphan’s Mapalo 2nd grade students showed up at the Castle Lodge;) on Saturday afternoon. I think they have a crush on Heather. They wouldn’t leave until we told them we were going to our rooms and we told them to meet us at church the next day. The next morning, Sunday morning, they didn’t meet us at church. They met us at the entrance to the Castle Lodge! Hugo wanted to carry Heather’s bag and Oliver held my Bible… Mischievous but special young men. They showed up at the Castle Lodge AGAIN after church and stuck their feet in the pool and got chased by Nila, the attack shitzu:). All in all- I’m thinking a pretty eventful day for them. I am going to love watching these boys over the years at Wiphan!

3) Being told at the pizza place at the “mall” that though the sign says you can get 4 “GetYouSome”s for free if you order 2 large pizzas- we didn’t qualify for the deal because we ordered 5 large pizzas. You only get the deal if you order exactly 2 large ones? I love Zambia!

4) Hearing the kids Sunday School class sing the CBS song “Read Your Bible, Pray Everyday” at church this morning. I’m not sure there are words for what it meant to hear those little voices with their beautiful accents sing those words! PRAISING God for David and Patti Henderson and CBSI!!!

5) Catherine Chanda (6th grade Wiphan student) breaking my heart when she hugged me today and wouldn’t let go and said, “I love you so much”. Because I know I’m not THAT lovable (she’s only known me a couple of days;)), it makes me see how much she just wants and needs to love and feel loved. Catherine is a double orphan. I’m looking forward to getting to hug her tomorrow!

6) Having Mary Kunda (1st grade Wiphan student) sit on my lap and play with my hands through a 3 hour Zambian church service.

7) Getting to dance and sing for 2 hours with the coolest worship leader IN THE WORLD- Pastor Aaron! and THEN getting to talk about God from the “pulpit”. We each got to share a little at church today. Surreal to get to stand and tell them how I’ve been crying tears of joy throughout the morning as we’ve been singing because I can NOT believe how big and amazing our God is. I talked about Hagar and how God found her at the well and how He is the God who sees us. I mean, HOW do I get to do this!!?? Only by the grace of God. People say that all the time- but I know what it means at this moment. I’m in awe of Him and so humbled by my inadequacies. And that He gave me the chance to tell someone about Him and what He means to me. Little me!? The only way this could be ANY better is if Harris and the girls were in there dancing with us. I’m not even sure my heart could hold that much! God truly is good ALL THE TIME!

8. Seeing chickens mate… Not really a highlight but it happened.

9) Watching Heather teach kids in the compound the ChaCha Slide (she played the music on her iphone;)). She also taught them Jesus Loves Me & Jesus Loves the Little Children. BUT I’ve got to admit watching her say “how low can you go?” and seeing all those little smiling faces dancing with her. Super fun moment!

10) After asking Christy who she thinks would play her if there was movie about her… her response being “Whoopi Goldberg”. It took me a few minutes to recover from that answer I was laughing so hard;)). I’m laughing so hard I’m snorting now, just thinking about it. Seriously- that was HER first, gut answer. She didn’t even hesitate!

Okay- so I thought doing a Top 10 would make me not write too much but still pretty long! If you hung in there, I miss y’all! Tomorrow is when the week really begins… We will be working with the kids all day Monday at Nkwazi and Tuesday and Mapalo… when the people on the trip who haven’t been here before get to meet ALL the kids and finally see the school in action. Good stuff and I’m so excited! 

XO- April
“The world is full of suffering, it is also full of overcoming it.”
~Helen Keller
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a little closer…

Each day brings sweet connections…more than the day before.

But the night.

Oh the night. Four times so.

Exhausted after a day of chasing littles. After dinner, I spend an hour playing a Hasbro Guess Who game with Frank…then Isaac…then Laney–then Isaac again. Frank jumps in and out of my lap—a fair weather teammate. When things are going good–he jumps in my lap and starts guessing for me. And takes me down and runs away again. Richard is in the room with Zeke putting him down…and then we trade.

My heart is pulled. I hear him crying…knowing he wants his momma. A connection we already have. But I have to let Richard help…and the others need their momma too. Parker stands back and laughs at us all.

Does your guy have nail polish?” Frank asks. Parker laughs harder. Only faces are shown. You can’t see hands any way. And I doubt any of the guys would be wearing nail polish if they were. Playing this game with Frank asking the questions keeps us all laughing. But I can hardly breath hearing one cry–so I hope Frank’s questions will quickly get us out–and sure enough…they do. No, their guy doesn’t have a mohawk. In fact–NONE of the guys in Guess Who have a mohawk. Thank you very much for wasting another turn…and helping us lose quickly…so mommy can relieve daddy and relieve my heart from the agony of wanting to calm him.

I pick him up. His body touches mine. And the cries stop. Truly a sweet miracle. I lay down with this 23 pound sweet one snuggled on my chest. It takes him a bit to catch his breath from the crying–but in just a few minutes his quick breathing has calmed and he has his little finger in his mouth.

He looks up at me. I wipe away his tear.

Wo shi ni de mama. Ni shi wo da wawa. Wo ai ni.”

Simple words.

I am your momma. You are my baby. I love you.

In his language.

He understands.

He reaches one hand for my chin. And puckers his tiny lips—and I give him a kiss.

He smiles–and reaches again. For another. And another.

Staring in his big dark eyes…I melt. He smiles. And he reaches for another kiss again and then rolls over beside me–curled up close under my arm.

In his sweet raspy night time whisper, “Mama.”

“Wo ai ni wawa.”

“Ai ni.

This is truly a miracle to an adoptive momma’s heart. To any momma’s heart–this is…but especially to one who must go in not expecting this. It might take weeks, months or years for this to come. But this—so soon…a sweet gift.

Every night I treasure this time.

It seems to take longer and longer and longer each night. But this…we are making up for many lost nights. Not that they can be made up for–but having this extended time to connect…to talk to one another in the quiet…without the commotion of many littles…it is sweet. What a momma’s heart dreams for.

I know this is exactly where I’m supposed to be. Not volunteering at a million things or traveling here or there. These five precious ones need me–and although they would be just fine without me–because the Lord would care for them and provide–but right now…I know this is exactly day in and day out where I am supposed to be. The laundry is piled sky high. There are dirty dishes in the sink. And I’m 2 days past due a grocery store trip. But my heart is full. Knowing I am right where I am called to be for this season. And if there’s no coffee beans or diapers for the morning…a drive thru will do the trick and a field trip to the store I’m sure can fit in some where.

I’m carefully watching each of my children’s hearts…and some are transitioning to growth more easily than the others. Tending to this is much more necessary than tending to any to-do list. I think with 5–I may have just thrown that list away and I’m just going to watch them for the rest of the summer and simply be with them.

Dear Lord–will you help us all as mommies to step back–and see what you have for us right where we are? How can we love the children you have given us in deep, real ways? Help us to speak each of their heart languages–and to be sensitive to who they are. Help Lord to not speak quickly–or to be frustrated when they don’t listen–because they are made differently than us. Help us to be patient and guide them and love them big. Help us to listen–to really listen. Teach us to have fun with them–and how to tune the world out when necessary. Walk with us. Speak to us. Guide us. Love through us. Love us big Lord–because boy do we need it! Thank you for being enough. In Your Jesus’s name…Amen.

Blessings to you as you follow…right where you are.

Andrea

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april - July 9, 2013 - 2:53 am

I love that you learned Manadarin before and during bringing home. You are a wonderful momma. Your kids understand, in their own way that Zeke needs their momma right now. Thank you for sharing.

Natalie - July 11, 2013 - 11:26 pm

I’m really enjoying your blog. We are eagerly waiting to be matched to our daughter in China. I would love any recommendations you might offer on resources to learn some basic mandarin. I’d love for our family (including girls 6&8) to learn t little, especially some songs.

Thank you & God bless your sweet family,
Natalie

Faiza - July 14, 2013 - 9:31 pm

I just wanted to share with you that this post spoke right to my heart. Being a mommy of 2 little ones and a third on the way, I tend to get stuck in the details of our daily routines and comparing myself to what other mommies I know do with their children. Thanks, because I needed to hear this.

1 month in our arms… {and a few other reflections}

It has been a whole MONTH since we first met our newest love! Crazy–how time flies by! And we’ve been home for 3 weeks!

Things here are going well…one day at a time.

I’m still working on figuring out our new normal with 5 little ones–which will be much easier when our new one understands English as the dailies without language can make a normal trip with 5 kids under 8 to Target that much crazier. Anything and everything he sees right now–he reaches for and wants…and I find myself racing down the aisle feeding him a fruit squeeze pouch while throwing in necessities to get us through.

For the record–I can get a lot of necessities in 2 fruit squeeze pouch time.

Bringing home a toddler has been night and day to bringing home a 11 month old. Comparatively in our circumstances–this is so much easier and smoother than I could have imagined. I expected that it would be harder because of age–but I think our older one is more easily able to draw connections with cause and effect–momma will always come…it’s okay to nap because she’s right there in the next room–all things that might be much harder for a younger one to understand. When we have a bump–it has surprised me–and then I remember we have only been home 3 weeks and it makes sense…because for the most part we are where we were after a year. Connections are all different and some take longer–and I’m just so thankful for the connections we are making…how sweet they are.

I read the best book this week “Loving the Little Years“…and it’s been so perfect for where I am right now. This momma has 5 little ones–all small. This book has challenged me to really be watchful of each of my children and where EACH of them are emotionally. I’ve found greater joy in my bed time with each child–reading them their bed time books…and then sneaking in my only girl’s room to curl up with her…turn on a night light and read more of the Penderwicks together. I just love her chapter on “Me Time”–and how to see this differently once you are a mom. “Me time” can now be found in sweet one on one time with my spouse or individual time with children. I do not have to hold on to or go away to find or keep the “old me” because the “old me” is…well–the OLD me. I love being a wife. I love being a mom. And really–these are now intertwined in WHO I am. Honestly, I feel alone without these sweet people the Lord has gifted me with. I do love some by myself time every now and again…but it’s okay that I don’t have to be on a tennis league—part of a girls club—go on yearly girls get aways or beach trips to BE ME. In fact, I think if and when I did those things I would feel less like me at all. And that’s okay. (Totally okay for anyone else who wants and finds joy in doing these things–I’m not at all saying you shouldn’t…but the harm I think is when we HAVE to or NEED to in order to be something.) Am I think I might be homely–or something like that–because I’m finding joy in just being here…in the middle of this crazy–with lots of laundry, lots of day in and day same ole, same ole…playing games, reading books and just being together–for me it is more than enough and I wouldn’t want to miss a moment of it!

This momma has been thinking a lot this week about life–and what really matters. We have a dear friend who was diagnosed with cancer last October. They have 11 beautiful children—4 biological children, 1 child who has gone to be with Jesus, and 7 brought home through special needs adoption. They have been such a source of encouragement for us. Mike is in his last days here on this Earth–and he has run so bravely, boldly and with such honor. He followed the Lord’s call to grow time and time again–and after 8 months of fighting…he is home resting–and spending his last days with his sweet ones. His wife, a dear friend of mine, home schools there children. They live in a small town in Tennessee–and go to church with Rich’s aunt and uncle–and we have grown to love them through the years. They don’t have a blog…for people to read and follow–but trust me…if you could–oh the things you would reap from their witness and life. Day in and day out–they have loved these children. This–this loving our children…the day in and day out…what might seem often as mundane–is truly holy. While I will never understand…why most of their littles had their first parents taken away at a young age and were given these amazing ones…and then to say goodbye this week to their most precious daddy–I do know this…God is good. He is good. And this…this is not our home. Watching this precious family walk in these last days of one of their beloved’s–gives me a new sense of what this life is really all about…and that we were made for so much more. When I live for the Kingdom–because only that matters…that is what we really live for–then everything changes. It really is so worth going to bed completely worn out because I tucked each one in…read books…stayed up late doing this or that for the children.

I read a blog post last week–about Africa. About the church. About the West. I think the motivation behind it was for us to wake up–and start doing something to really make a difference. But what if. What if you already ARE? What if waking up every morning…loving on your babies–right in your home…choosing not to fuss or gripe or yell…but to get on their level and pour love in…what if this was the biggest difference YOU are called to make?? And what if this–in the eyes of our Father–is the greatest of all?? Maybe we aren’t all called to go get dirt under our nails and live in Africa. (However, I’d love it if it were some where in my future!) Honestly–the time I’ve spent in Zambia were some of my easiest, most-fulfilling days of all because I saw change and it made me feel good about myself. (Just being honest.) It’s a little bit hard to feel good when you wiping urine off a toilet seat for the 10th time, starting another load of laundry, breaking up a toddler fight or telling a child to put up the Kindle and please feed the cat. Some times it’s the day in and day out like this…when the enemy sneaks in and says, “You know–you should really be doing more.” So you find yourself picking up your lap top–searching for more…and then you are sucked in…reading about someone else’s more…when really–there is more right in front of you. Sweet ones–right in your home…where you can really make a difference. Prodding their hearts. Talking about their feelings. Sharing with them the love of Christ. Challenging them to think outside of themselves. And I think of this family that we love–that is about to change forever on this Earth as they say goodbye to their daddy…and I know they are thankful. He spent every moment away from work with them…building in, pouring in and even helping with laundry. And most will never know their story–but I have no doubt that the lives of 11 beautiful children are forever changed–and those fortunate enough to know them personally to see the love that was poured in…we are all forever changed. Reminded of what really matters.

Life is precious. Too sacred, sweet and short to compare or live unkindly…no room for even unkind thoughts–instead we should celebrate and love one another…in our different places…no matter how simple or seemingly perfect. I’m learning to be thankful for each new day…each new connection…every moment. Press on sweet mommas. Your job matters! Keep pouring in–and ENJOY every moment! It is sacred!

A few sweet words…

John 11:23-26 Jesus said to her, “Your brother will rise again.” Martha said to him, “I know that he will rise again in the resurrection on the last day.” Jesus said to her, “I am the resurrection and the life. Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live, and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?”

2 Corinthians 5:6-8 So we are always of good courage. We know that while we are at home in the body we are away from the Lord, for we walk by faith, not by sight. Yes, we are of good courage, and we would rather be away from the body and at home with the Lord.

“Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do… but how much love we put in that action.” -Mother Teresa

“Keep the joy of loving God in your heart and share this joy with all you meet especially your family.” -Mother Teresa

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Maureen Werner - July 6, 2013 - 8:58 am

I love that book! It really spoke to my heart at a time when I genuinely needed it. So glad you have read it and it has helped you.

I too think about living somewhere where I could make a difference, and then I remind myself that this is where God has me, and my Mission is my children (For now!). I need to stop trying to peek around the corner to see what is next in my life and stay in the moment that is NOW!

Praying you have the most wonderful summer ever with your Little Ones! Oh and would love an update of your beautiful girl you hosted last summer. Praying that she has settled into her new family and they are loving her BIG!

Blessings to you!
Maureen

Sara - July 6, 2013 - 10:26 am

Andrea,
I have followed your blog for about a year and I just want to thank you for your honesty. My husband and I are about to bring home our two year old daughter from Congo (excitement mixed with almost overwhelming fear) and we have four boys at home now who we homeschool. In this process I have been so encouraged by what you have chosen to share and this post spoke to me b/c so often I feel that I am not doing nearly enough! Thank you, friend, and God bless you and your family!
BTW, I will definitely be ordering that book! 🙂

Sara

Ellie - July 8, 2013 - 9:24 am

Thank you for sharing your heart! I love what you said about the enemy sneaking in and lying to us about how we should be doing more. Wow. I think you are right on target with that. I’ve heard that lie before when I have been taking care of my home and being a wife and a diligent student and feel like I should be doing more…when the life God has called us to is often right in front of us. Thank you for that lovely reminder this morning. God bless!