Monthly Archives: February 2013


Daffodil picking...proof that spring is just around the corner

This time is hard for me. It's the waiting.

Waiting for our little guy to arrive. Waiting on bits and pieces of needed information to make decisions.  Waiting on God's provision. Waiting for warmer weather. Waiting for confirmation. Waiting to feel myself again. Waiting for to-do lists to come to an end. Waiting to go home to Asia. Waiting.  Lots and lots of waiting.

I've never been very good at it. It took me a long time to understand my struggle, but I finally realized it is just another disguised form of selfishness.  I want to be in control. I want to know. I want to have all the information so I can make the decisions. I want what I want and I don't want to wait. And even though I know that often the best things come after a season of waiting, I still kick and scream inside my soul saying, "I want it now!"

But I am trying. I am trying to wait in patience and in God's strength.  I am trying to seek the lessons that crawling time has to offer me.  I am trying to soak in the last few weeks of my baby girl still feeling like a baby because I know that when her little brother arrives she will look so big. I am trying to seek wisdom to make decisions without all of the pieces of the puzzle available to me.  I am trying to trust that God knows what we need and what is best and that no amount of worrying on my part will bring God's will to pass.  Trying to accept help and compassion from my family and friends when my pride wants to prove that I can do everything myself. Trying to accept love and friendship from new friends and trying to ask for help when I need it.

If there was no waiting, there would be no learning. No stretching. No growth in character. And so today, I choose to count it all joy. To see the beauty in the turning of the clock and the calendar. Each moment is a choice and today I choose joy. I choose my children.  I choose to learn and be stretched. I choose to quiet my soul before the Lord and listen for His still small voice.


If the Lord Jehovah makes us wait, let us do so with our whole hearts; for blessed are all they that wait for Him. He is worth waiting for. The waiting itself is beneficial to us: it tries faith, exercises patience, trains submission, and endears the blessing when it comes. The Lord’s people have always been a waiting people- Charles Spurgeon

Our Week

It wasn't a normal week. But then again, is any week ever normal?

The birthday girl requested steak, shrimp, and "baby noodles" (something her dad used to make for her when we lived in Malaysia) for her birthday dinner.  We followed it up with Strawberry Tallcake.

There is nothing like whipped cream in the face for some good 'ol birthday fun!

We kicked off birthday season 2013 with a certain young lady turning 10. In the next three months, we'll celebrate the other seven birthdays in our family. If baby comes when expected, we'll celebrate 7 birthdays in 8 weeks!

Peek a Boo!  I see you! Bethany had fun at the hotel!

A new (to us) car to use until we return to Indonesia

We took a trip through Charlotte, NC and then onto a town south of Greenville, SC to pick up a car. We won't fit into our van once the baby arrives.  Having to go everywhere in two separate cars isn't ideal, but it's better than not being able to go anywhere! And at least it's just for a few months. A night at a hotel, a lot of driving, a trip to IKEA, memories made, the blessing of people giving so that missionaries can have their needs (like a car!) met while on furlough.

My first family. I can't imagine life without my mom and her bright and happy southern personality (photo July 2012)

My mom was admitted to the hospital, had surgery, was given a less than 50% chance of survival, has recovered somewhat, is in surgery as I type, her life (as thankful as we are that it was spared) is forever changed.

We enjoyed seeing the blessing of new life as one of the goats on the property where we are staying welcomed her first little one into the world.

The birds used our porch as a refuge in the ice storm

A Sunday afternoon gift.  This little guy was right outside our kitchen window on Sunday after church.

We had an ice storm and 70+ degree weather...within a few days of each other.

The little baby within me is making it known that he is getting bigger and is getting ready to make his appearance (how we'll last another seven weeks is beyond me).

My sweet and spunky little girl posing on the way home from visiting the baby goat

My three sweet girls.  Big girl helping "medium girl" with her letters while little girl looks on.

We played, we laughed, we loved, we cried, we fought, we celebrated, we pondered, we  prayed, and we dreamed.

Playing with "snow" (baking soda + shaving cream)


We've had some great moments.  We've had some hard moments.  And as I sit here on a Friday afternoon, mulling over all that has happened and all that still has to be done, I am thankful for the people I spend my days with and am in awe of the God who holds our hands and hearts through the good times and the bad. He gives.  He takes away.  He rewards. He disciplines. He loves always... fiercely, deeply, and often in ways that we cannot understand.

I'm looking forward to the weekend. Time together.  Time to get things accomplished.  Time to spend with new friends. Time to rest. Time to play. Time to dream. Time to see the beauty that surrounds us. Time to be thankful for all the amazing gifts in our lives, whether they are wrapped in smiles or tears.  All is God's gift to us.  May I always wait with open arms.