Three weeks ago was one of the best weeks we have had as a family and it was preceded by several good weeks. God was doing some really cool things. I blogged about it for heaven's sake! Homeschooling was going great, our RADish was showing more signs of healing and attachment than ever before and life was, dare I say . . . normal? Not to mention God had already begun using Jason's job - though officially a fundraising position - to advocate for some kids in the foster system who need families and want to be adopted.
And then last week the enemy attacked . . .
Last Tuesday night our sweet RADish had possibly the worst raging episode up to that time. It was by far the most evil. To be honest, I thought these terrible rages might be behind us. She had made so much progress in attachment that I was surprised by the need to test our love was still there. But, alas, I am still learning a lot about the complex world of attachment challenges. When the rage was over, she allowed me to give her tons of love and affection, so that was good. But, to have grown much more emotionally close to my girl and then have an episode like felt like whiplash and triggered some of my own trauma from last year.
The very next night we were in Ankeny having dinner with a couple who wanted to know more about adoption. My mom called me frantically to tell me that Abram was having a febrile (fever) seizure. He had had a fever that day and this was his 5th or 6th febrile seizure since he was about one so I told her to stay calm. Then mom said Abram's mouth and nose were blue. That has never happened before. I hung up, called 911 (as I cursed the enemy) and we raced back to Ames, praying and frantically texting and calling people to pray. Abram came out of the seizure normally, after about two minutes, but the paramedics still took him to the ER in the ambulance (with my mom) to have him checked out. We arrived at the hospital the same time as the ambulance. Besides looking terrible from being sick, he was fine and we were able to go home a couple hours later. (P.S. The last febrile seizure Abram had was the very first night our three African kids slept under our roof . . . Hello spiritual warfare!)
And just for fun. . . before I went to bed Wednesday night, I listened to a message I had on my phone. It was Sam's Club telling me that the two containers of spinach I bought (and we had eaten part of, of course) were being recalled for ecol i. Seriously?!? At this point, I almost laughed. Really, Satan, do you think Jesus is not bigger than ecol i??
Sometime during one of those days last week, I took Zoe's hair out and then did hair for the better part of two days. (While I really love doing the girls' hair, doing hair completely takes over life and I lose all control of everything else, which I don't like!) Suffice to say we were a little weary by the end of last week. Jesus and His Word sustained us and we were so thankful for the many friends and family praying for us.
The verse I happened to be memorizing last week was 2 Corinthians 9:8 . . . "And God is able to make EVERY grace overflow to you, so that in EVERY way always having EVERYthing you need, you may excel in EVERY good work."
God made many, many graces overflow to us last week in the midst of spiritual attack, but perhaps the biggest grace (if there is such a thing!) is how God's TRUTH has CONQUERED FEAR in my heart. As Jason and I drove from Ankeny to Ames (25 minutes), not knowing what was going on with Abram, having no idea if he was breathing or not . . .
I DID NOT HAVE FEAR IN MY HEART.
I think I need to say it again . . . I DID NOT HAVE FEAR IN MY HEART.
The ONLY explanation for this is God's grace and the power of His TRUTH that has overcome my fear. If Abram's incident would have happened in any of the previous 35 years of my life, I would have been an anxiety-wrecked woman, paralyzed by fear. But, as I went through the worst case scenarios in my head in the car (as I'm guessing every woman does!), God's powerful truth overcame them.
If the worst happened and Abram died . . . death has lost its sting because of Jesus' death on the cross. I would see my boy again in heaven and while immensely painful, God would use it for good here on earth. God has every one of my kids' days numbered. I can rest in God's sovereignty. (Little disclaimer: In no way do I mean to say if you have lost a child, just believe these truths and everything will be okay. I know it is much more complicated and difficult than that. I say what I did to show how God's truth helped me in my few minutes of fear, not how easy it would be to deal with the loss of a child.)
If Abram did not get enough oxygen to his brain and he was impaired in some way . . we would still be okay. We are parenting kids with difficult issues now and God would see us through it again.
People, this is not the me that I have known most of my life! I recently listened to an excellent message series by Beth Moore where she encouraged women to let God live through you in a way that you no longer recognize who you are. I cried in awe of God when I heard her say that because I realized it was true of me. I don't recognize myself with this new freedom to NOT FEAR. Yes, I still struggle with fear and I have to FIGHT it with TRUTH, but fear no longer enslaves me.
The primary way God has overcome fear in my life is through my sweet RADish girl. Parenting her has exposed every weakness and frailty in me. All of her crazy, difficult, manipulating behavior in the past year left me feeling unimaginable losses of control (which led to fear). In learning to parent her from a Biblical perspective, God has given me hundreds of opportunities to BELIEVE HIS TRUTH in the midst of situations that looked and felt absolutely out of control and horrible. I can easily say this past year has been the most heart-transforming for me than any of my other 18 years of knowing Jesus. I am so grateful to God for what He has done.
To God be the glory as He continues to heal my daughter . . . and me.
The Lee Three
Thursday, February 21, 2013
Monday, February 11, 2013
An Update . . . Really!
I must say it felt a little bit weird to 1) actually open my blog and 2) click on "new post." I haven't been sure I would blog again. I'm not even sure why. Just a new stage of life, I guess. But, I've been thinking about doing an update since the beginning of the year. And a few days ago I received an unbelievable gift worthy of showing off God's power and glory. So, lo and behold, here I am writing a blog post with an update for the first time in three months!
Thanksgiving was very hard for the kids and for me. Turns out I have had expectations of what Thanksgiving would be like when I had a family. And we weren't the happy, close-knit family I envisioned (at least not yet). I had a huge breakdown Thanksgiving night. I remember telling Jason through my sobs, "... and my kids don't even tell me that they love me." This had been the case for the previous year and it never bothered me. But all of a sudden my kids not ever telling me they love me - along with many other adoption-related issues - did bother me. Ahhh! Part of the problem was that Thanksgiving coincided with the transition from "the crazy/hard first year" to "normal life." Although the first year of adding three new kids with traumatic histories to your family at one time is CRAZY and HARD (but absolutely worth it!), the nice part about it is that if your kids haven't brushed their teeth in two days, you can say "well, its the first year!" After we hit the one-year home mark (October 28th), I think I thought life was supposed to be more normal. But, ha! much of it still wasn't "normal."
Christmas was WONDERFUL! I lowered my expectations, focused on Jesus, we limited extended family time (for the sake of normalcy for our kids) and we didn't travel anywhere. Success! Praise the Lord!
New Years Eve was a disaster! Oh boy. We tried to go to an indoor water park/hotel for a couple nights with several good friends. Our RADish still struggles with a great deal of fear and staying in a hotel pushed all kinds of her triggers (I saw in hind sight). I had breakdown #2 of the holidays in the front seat of our van while driving away one night earlier than we planned, leaving all of our friends.
January has been GOOD! It has been filled with more homeschooling than last semester, increased structure in our days and little time away from home. The combination of those three things has been wonderful for all of us! I do school with the girls every Monday-Thursday morning (Fridays we clean - woohoo!). We are focusing on reading well. Zoe is reading very, very well and while Claire is a ways behind Zoe, she continues to make great, steady progress. Attachment and healing are still our main priority with the three kids (two of them more than one).
Jason started a new job at the beginning of January. This is an amazing answer to an over two-year prayer of mine (and a good friend!), asking God to provide Jason a job in Ames. He had previously been commuting 40 minutes TWICE a day to Johnston. Not only did God give him a job in Ames, but God provided a job that allows Jason to fund raise (his profession) for an organization (LSI) that does a lot of work that we are passionate about - namely adoption and foster care, but LSI also helps refugees, disabled, elderly, etc. Jason travels a little, but most days he is now home shortly after 5:00p. Its GLORIOUS! Perhaps this is why January was so good. Just kidding. But not totally! His working in Ames has been an amazing blessing in many ways in the short month he has been there. God is so good!
It is hard into put words to the slow, steady climb of attachment and healing as it continues after the first year. Without fail, every step forward still comes after pushing and testing to make sure we are not going to leave, not going to stop loving them. Although our RADish still has a lot of crazy, controlling and manipulating behavior, I have seen significant growth in attachment over the past few months. Having that attachment in place makes it much easier to endure the crazy (not-yet-fully-attached) behavior. She has recently started giving me hugs for the first time since she has been my daughter, 15 months ago. She asks for Jason and I to hug and kiss her goodnight every night. And just in the past couple days she has started sweetly and genuinely thanking me for normal things I do for her or give her. HELLO healing!!
Perhaps the most telling evidence of God's power and healing is a note my little RADish wrote me last Friday. She got upset at me for something. Two hours of manipulation ensued. I asked for her forgiveness for my part of the mishap and then pulled her on my lap and rocked her, holding her tight (she now snuggles in and lets me hold her tightly, which never used to happen). We talked about what happened. I told her I can see Jesus healing her heart more and more, that I love her and that I am so happy she is my daughter. A little while later, I got a delivery from the mail man (Isaiah!) with a note that said:
Thanksgiving was very hard for the kids and for me. Turns out I have had expectations of what Thanksgiving would be like when I had a family. And we weren't the happy, close-knit family I envisioned (at least not yet). I had a huge breakdown Thanksgiving night. I remember telling Jason through my sobs, "... and my kids don't even tell me that they love me." This had been the case for the previous year and it never bothered me. But all of a sudden my kids not ever telling me they love me - along with many other adoption-related issues - did bother me. Ahhh! Part of the problem was that Thanksgiving coincided with the transition from "the crazy/hard first year" to "normal life." Although the first year of adding three new kids with traumatic histories to your family at one time is CRAZY and HARD (but absolutely worth it!), the nice part about it is that if your kids haven't brushed their teeth in two days, you can say "well, its the first year!" After we hit the one-year home mark (October 28th), I think I thought life was supposed to be more normal. But, ha! much of it still wasn't "normal."
Christmas was WONDERFUL! I lowered my expectations, focused on Jesus, we limited extended family time (for the sake of normalcy for our kids) and we didn't travel anywhere. Success! Praise the Lord!
New Years Eve was a disaster! Oh boy. We tried to go to an indoor water park/hotel for a couple nights with several good friends. Our RADish still struggles with a great deal of fear and staying in a hotel pushed all kinds of her triggers (I saw in hind sight). I had breakdown #2 of the holidays in the front seat of our van while driving away one night earlier than we planned, leaving all of our friends.
January has been GOOD! It has been filled with more homeschooling than last semester, increased structure in our days and little time away from home. The combination of those three things has been wonderful for all of us! I do school with the girls every Monday-Thursday morning (Fridays we clean - woohoo!). We are focusing on reading well. Zoe is reading very, very well and while Claire is a ways behind Zoe, she continues to make great, steady progress. Attachment and healing are still our main priority with the three kids (two of them more than one).
Jason started a new job at the beginning of January. This is an amazing answer to an over two-year prayer of mine (and a good friend!), asking God to provide Jason a job in Ames. He had previously been commuting 40 minutes TWICE a day to Johnston. Not only did God give him a job in Ames, but God provided a job that allows Jason to fund raise (his profession) for an organization (LSI) that does a lot of work that we are passionate about - namely adoption and foster care, but LSI also helps refugees, disabled, elderly, etc. Jason travels a little, but most days he is now home shortly after 5:00p. Its GLORIOUS! Perhaps this is why January was so good. Just kidding. But not totally! His working in Ames has been an amazing blessing in many ways in the short month he has been there. God is so good!
This picture (we sent for Christmas) tells the story almost better than my words could:
GOD IS HEALING OUR CHILDREN!
You can see it in their faces.
They belong to us and we belong to them.
It is hard into put words to the slow, steady climb of attachment and healing as it continues after the first year. Without fail, every step forward still comes after pushing and testing to make sure we are not going to leave, not going to stop loving them. Although our RADish still has a lot of crazy, controlling and manipulating behavior, I have seen significant growth in attachment over the past few months. Having that attachment in place makes it much easier to endure the crazy (not-yet-fully-attached) behavior. She has recently started giving me hugs for the first time since she has been my daughter, 15 months ago. She asks for Jason and I to hug and kiss her goodnight every night. And just in the past couple days she has started sweetly and genuinely thanking me for normal things I do for her or give her. HELLO healing!!
Perhaps the most telling evidence of God's power and healing is a note my little RADish wrote me last Friday. She got upset at me for something. Two hours of manipulation ensued. I asked for her forgiveness for my part of the mishap and then pulled her on my lap and rocked her, holding her tight (she now snuggles in and lets me hold her tightly, which never used to happen). We talked about what happened. I told her I can see Jesus healing her heart more and more, that I love her and that I am so happy she is my daughter. A little while later, I got a delivery from the mail man (Isaiah!) with a note that said:
I'm so happy that you so happy to
Thank you for talk to me a good thing
You my best mama
Love you mama
You make me so happy
Thank you for every thing
Oh, the wonders God has done (Psalm 40:5)! Of course tears fell out of my eyes reading her note. Jesus is truly the HEALER of the broken-hearted. He is turning my daughter's heart of stone into a heart of flesh (Ezekiel 11:9). His truth is triumphing the evil and lies that used to hold her captive. There will still be hard days ahead (in fact, she's in a big funk as I type this!). But, I feel like we have made it - BY THE GRACE OF GOD - to the other side of the steep, steep mountain that is loving a child with an attachment disorder. The arduous climb up that mountain has, without question, been WORTH IT!
Praise be to the Lord God, the God of Israel,
who alone does marvelous deeds.
19
Praise be to his glorious name forever;
may the whole earth be filled with his glory.
Amen and Amen.
Psalm 72:18-19
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
Halloween
Last year our kids had been home a couple days so we shut the curtains and kept our outside lights off on Halloween. Even though it is not my favorite holiday, I have to say it was really fun this year. It was fun to start a new tradition of carving pumpkins (something none of the kids have done before) and get the kids ready for trick-or-treating as a family who feels like a FAMILY - everyone was speaking English and no one was hiding under the table or having a major meltdown!
We carved pumpkins the night before Halloween.
Claire wanted Africa on her pumpkin. I wasn't sure how we were going to pull that off, but thanks to tracing a map with a piece of paper laid on my computer screen, we got it done! I love that she wanted Africa on her pumpkin.
Zoe wanted a girl . . . with a "Z" on the side.
On Halloween night, Zoe was an Indian Princess, Abram an elephant and Isaiah a brown bear. Claire wanted to hand out candy - a perfect job for her, Miss Social/Lover of Kids.
Post-Halloween picture with her lit-up pumpkin.
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