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The middle

I just received a link to a great blog post about "being in the middle." I feel like I am in the middle right now. I am having more and more good days as far nausea-goes. But I am still not feeling well consistently and am sort of "hovering" somewhere in the middle.

The author of the blog shared how:

The middle is the part most us don’t want to talk about. It’s not glamorous. It’s hard.

The middle is the reason most don’t finish.

But the middle is the secret to the joy that seems to elude us.

This is where love is born. . . right in the middle.

She goes on to say:

I have good news.

You’re in the middle. {Sometimes knowing exactly where you are on your God-sized adventure helps. It’s not that you’re in the wrong place, it’s just called the middle and it’s not what you thought it would be. So don’t turn around or give up.}

Click here to read the post in its entirety! I hope it ministers to you like it did to me. No need to turn around or give up. Keep going forward!

I went for a jog!

It was not really a jog. It was more of a short walk with some brief steps that resembled jogging. But to be able to do this is simply amazing. Praise the Lord! I continue to take one day at a time but am so hopeful that I am coming out of so many weeks of morning sickness!

Jiu Jitsu

The boys decided to try a Jiu Jitsu class on Saturday at 2pm with their friend Jackson. (Thanks for letting us know Carla!) They seemed to really like it. The teachers were volunteers, the class was free, and it was incredibly well done. I was amazed  at how much the boys understood what they were being asked to do and tried to do.

 

Carla and her husband Mike took some pictures of the boys in their first class. I am hopeful that we'll be able to do this each week. I don't want to make the boys do it so I am hopeful that they will want to go again.

 

Love Jackson's smile there (and Isaac's toes working hard.)

Jackson always seems like he is not so sure this is a good idea!

One of the teachers helping Sidge get the proper hold.

Doing the "gorilla" warm-up. (Sidge on left, Isaac in yellow, and Jackson in front of Isaac.)

 Sidge using his "hooks" (feet) on Jackson.

 

 Jackson doing a move on Sidge while Isaac looks on.

 

 Learning how to do the butterfly stretch.

Sidge practicing with his teacher.

Yes, that is a donkey

 

Walked out of my friend Carla's house during a break in the intense rains. We see a huge pile of doo-doo in the front yard -- far beyond what any dog is capable of producing. We start to guess. A cow maybe? Later, Carla found the guilty party ... in action ... again! Apparently he was loose around the neighborhood for three days and had found his favorite spot to poop -- Mike & Carla's front yard! Only in the Azores.

More pics of Ethan and Eli

Rain, rain, rain

This is a picture from Porto Judeo ... just about 10 miles from Base (a few miles from our house). Our town (Porto Martins) has not been thoroughly impacted by the intense rains here but many of the small towns have. This is a very small island. Many of these people are struggling intensely with the economy (made all the worse by the news that the American Base is basically closing the summer we leave -- 2014). They are not able to handle these extra life events very well. Please pray that we as Americans can help them. And please pray that they see the Lord in the midst of the gray skies. It has basically rained non-stop since Monday, and more rain is forecast for today.

I've never lived somewhere where so much rain and wind has occupied life. It's a totally different experience!

Friday Funnies

Aunt Connie had told Sidge one day that I was a rock star. Later that day, JB found Isaac's, once again, missing blue bear and small dog, which he definitely needs to sleep at night. (They were hiding behind a door.)
Sidge: "Daddy you did such a good job finding those."
JB: "Thanks."
Sidge: "You are the number two rockstar."
JB: "Who is the number one rockstar?"
Sidge: "Well ... Mommy."
*****
Me: "Are you tired Sidge?" (as I tucked him at night)
Sidge: "Yes, because I yawned."
*****
Sidge: "Why do we have penises?"
Me: "Ummmm ...."
Sidge: "What does a penis do for us?"
Me: "We can go pee pee out of it."
Sidge: "Why do we have eye brows?"
Me: "Ummmm ..."
Sidge: "What do eye brows do for us?"
Me: "I really don't know."
Sidge: "Yeah. Maybe we should ask Daddy."
*****
While Sidge was going to sleep last night he said:
Sidge: "When will I grow up?"
Me: "I hope not for a long time. I want you to stay my little boy."
Sidge: "But I can't help it. It just keeps happening."
Me: "I know."
Sidge: "Would you like me to stop growing up for a little bit?"
Me: "I would."
Sidge: "Okay."

King David

I don't really believe in coincidences much. Especially not when it comes to scripture. Two friends sent me the same scripture this past week. King David wrote in Psalm 40:1-3: " I waited patiently for the Lord; he turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear and put their trust in the Lord."

Is this the same David who had written in Psalm 22:1-2: "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning? O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, and am not silent."

It is!
 
My dear friend (who is reeling from the death of her brother as I write this) reminded me, when she sent me Psalm 22:1-2, "Now I know this is not encouraging, but I have a reason here. King David wrote this Psalm. I know you probably feel like the sickness is not getting better and that you cant go on like this. I know many have prayed for it to get better and it hasn't yet. I want you to know that when you feel down, when you feel hopeless, when you feel alone that its okay. King David felt the same, King David, God's chosen king for His people Israel. King David felt this way also, the King who would be in the lineage of our Lord and Savior. He felt forsaken, he obviously felt alone and his words say he felt like he couldnt go on. He wondered why God had not answered him. That is one of the hardest things. Gods timing is not hardly ever what we want it to be. We want everything now and that is not usually the way God works. David felt this and I know you do to, but know you are not alone. Know also that God didn't leave David and He always provided for him and He will you also."

I have had a few better days. The better days seem like they are growing Praise the Lord. But I still don't feel like Wendi. And I miss her! I question God sometimes. But so did King David.

And he was in the lineage of Christ!

Coloring in the rain

My boys didn't get "in" to coloring until we moved here to the Azores. I tried and tried to get them color. They just didn't want to. But in the last six months, Isaac has become obsessed with coloring. He loves it! He wants to color all the time. Sidge is really enjoying the coloring too although he doesn't usually last quite as long as Isaac. We are also doing a little bit of "homeschooling" with workbooks where we color and work on numbers and letters.

I have run out of ideas for what to do with all the papers they color! I hang up about half. The other half I have put in the "kindling" basket (of which Isaac will see and say, "Mom, this accidentally ended up the fireplace basket.")

Abigail, however, has taken to coloring way before her big brothers. She loves it. She's a maniac! She colors and colors, shows me the picture (like her brothers do so I can oooh and ahhhh and then returns to the coloring.)

We usually spend an hour a day or so coloring -- a great activity -- especially considering the abundance of rain and wind the island is facing right now!

Don't Waste Your Morning Sickness

Nearing fourteen weeks, I was praying I'd be coming out of this relentless sea of nausea by now. But the last few days have seemed to have gotten even harder.

I see God in this so much.

• In a card I got from a friend on a day I really needed it. 
• In dear friends wishing so badly they were pregnant and remembering what this means.
• In the perspective I feel that I have gained.
• In remembering that out of all of the embryos we tried to "implant" only 1 of 11 worked. This embryo is special.

My goal is to not waste this weeks (going on week 10 now) of sickness. I want to try to learn and grow during this time. But oh is that hard. I recently read a post entitled: Don't Waste Your Morning Sickness. John Piper has quite a way of putting things. One of my favorite books by him is called Don't Waste Your Life. He also wrote articles about not wasting your cancer. This blog post is a spin off of his writings.

You can read the whole post if you like, but here were some highlights that really ministered to me.

• May I not waste my morning sickness by forgetting what it meant that Christ suffered to bring me life.
• May I not waste my morning sickness by failing to use the increase of daily mercy that God shows me to increase in the mercy that I show to others.
• May I not waste my morning sickness by reading more about pregnancy and how not to be sick, rather than reading God’s word and other books for spiritual edification.
• May I not waste my morning sickness by taking comfort in ‘good days’ rather than taking comfort in Christ.
• May I not waste my morning sickness by telling others of how I’m doing rather than telling them of how great Christ is.

God, help me to not waste my morning sickness...

Because of Isaac: Grant and Elizabeth

It was in 2010 that an idea was berthed in my heart. How could we help other couples experience the miracle of adoption like we had? We could raise money. We could start an organization named after our adopted son, Isaac.

We knew who we wanted the first couple to be. John's older sister Elizabeth and her husband Grant who had been married for nearly as long as we had with no children in their home. So we asked them. They said yes. And it began.

It's been three years and that vision has run its first full circle. Grant and Elizabeth drove home last night with twin boys: Ethan and Eli. Not just one little baby but two!

Thank you to all of you who helped us raise the $22,000 it took to bring these boys into their family forever. Thank you to the birthmother who picked Grant and Elizabeth to parent these two miracles.

Praise the Lord!

Beautiful day (and beautiful smiles)

Mother/Son Dance

I was hopeful that I would feel good enough to take the boys to the Mother/Son Dance on Base Saturday night. And I did.

I was bummed that my friend Carla (who was the one who first signed up) couldn't go. Her little boy Max fell at my house the other day and busted his two front teeth. I felt so bad! Not only that he did it at my house, on my watch, but that they couldn't go to the dance because of that. If you think of it, pray for little Max, that he will continue to heal and feel better.

A huge thank you to another friend, Sonia, who loaned us a little suit that we were able to split up and piece together to make two outfits for the boys. (Isaac took the shirt and vest & Sidge took the tie and pants). I realized we don't own dress shoes, but I think their tennis shoes worked just fine.

The dance started a bit late for four-year-olds: six-thirty, but the boys really enjoyed the floating lights and all the little boys running around like crazy men "dancing." I also thought that it was pretty cool that they assigned us seats and we were assigned with two people I have become good friends with: Sonia and her son Nathaniel and Claire and her two boys: Jacob and Gavin. A bit random that we all got to sit together.

I also absolutely thank the Lord that I felt good last night. I continue to have good and bad days. It seems that the good are outnumbering the bad more and more. Many times lately I am also just having bad mornings and then good second part of the days. I was so blessed that I was well enough to take them to an evening activity and enjoy it!

Friday Funnies

Isaac: "Mommy, what are those things on your wrists."
Me: "They are called sea bands."
Isaac: "What are they for?"
Me: "They are supposed to help me not feel sick from the baby."
Isaac: "I think you should put one of those on your belly instead."
*****
Seeing it was raining, I asked JB to feed the dog. The boys usually do it but I just didn't have the energy to help them get their rainboots on and go outside etc. When JB said he would do it, Isaac said, "I'll do it."
Me: "Okay. But you'll need to put your boots on."
Isaac: (Realizing it was raining). "Oh forget it. I am not going out there."
*****
Sidge: "I want to be Santa."
Isaac: "No, I want to be Santa."
Sidge: "I want to be Santa."
Isaac: "We can both be Santa."
Sidge: "No. Someone has to be the kid."
*****
Sidge: "What does jump out of your skin mean?"
Sidge: "What do eye boogers do?"
Sidge: "Why don't planes have wings that flap like birds?"
*****
While reading their superhero books:
Isaac: "There's the joker."
Sidge: "He jokes us."
Isaac: "No. He doesn't He hits us with a mallet."

Our Day in Learning

I am going to try ... here's day 1 ... to take some pictures of what we are doing each day. While I am not feeling good, writing and being on the computer make me a bit "sea sick" but I thought maybe I could take a few minutes, when I'm doing well, to take some pictures of our life and share them when I can. Days have been good or bad for me. (Sometimes it is a half day.) I am trying to take the time when I feel well, to really focus on something educational with the kids. My not-good time is usually just spent watching them play on their own. Unfortunately, reading books to them can add to me sea sickness so I don't get to do that as often as I would like.

One of the things I am trying to do every day is think of something new to "learn." This is for the boys and for Abigail. For instance:

 Here is Sidge helping Abigail with a block puzzle. She is actually getting pretty good at these.

Sidge did this Thomas puzzle completely by himself.

Today was the first day that Isaac did this entire spelling game by himself. (He ended up putting them all together.) He did not want to smile for this picture.)

Sidge and Abigail have really started to play together. Here they are playing under the table in the "train room."

Amen!

 

Can I do this?

 

Can you do this?

 

Simple statements that seem way harder to do than they are to say.

 

P.S. I am praising the Lord as during the last week I have had way more good days than bad days. Good days aren't perfect but I was able to help at the kids' Awana meeting last night and have some friends over on Monday. At thirteen weeks, I am really praying that I am coming out of the sickness!

Missing Turkey

I miss Turkey.

Not the country. Just the place. But not really the place. Maybe the people?

The thing is, if I went back to Turkey now, and entered the Base, it wouldn't feel anything like it did when I was there. It would be totally different.

That's because the people that were there aren't there anymore (at least most of them.)

Things have changed.

And I've realized, that's the nature of military life. We come and go and move and are expected to slide right into a "normal" life again.

• Rana, my Turkish friend, moved to, of all places, Minnesota -- countries away from her family.
• My friend Stebbs is in Baltimore living in the suburbs. Her husband works long hours at the Pentagon.
• My friend Angelica is in Japan living on Base. Her husband is deployed until April.
• Linda is in Germany living off-Base.
• Sarahbee is in a new town in the Dakotas where there isn't even a Base to speak of.
• Patty is still in Turkey, preparing to relocate to Tampa.

Everoyone is now "moved on" and trying to find their "new place." (And there are many more great people I am not listing.)

This is my third military move, and I've realized that I don't know if I am made for this life. People are coming and going so fast. Things are changing so fast. I'm only here for about 18 more months! How do you make a life for yourself knowing it's going to all change again soon?

I've met some wonderful people here. But I still feel like so many will leave. So many new ones will come in. And, this Base is closing the Summer of 2014 (or downsizing so significantly it will be totally different.) That's going to change everything as well!

How do you "lifers" do this? How do you keep saying hello and good bye all over again?

Happy Birthday Dad

Today is my Dad's birthday. I thought I'd link back to a favorite post of my Dad doing sparklers with his two boys back when lived at Eglin. I love my Dad so much. I miss him so much. Happy birthday Dad. Thanks for being the greatest Dad in the whole world -- and especially thanks for being the greatest Papa in the whole world.

Friday Funnies

JB was introducing the kids to a new technician in his office.
JB: "This is Isaac, Sidge, and Abigail."
Tech: (To Sidge) "What is your sister's name?"
Sidge: "Abigail."
Tech: "What's her middle name?"
Sidge: "Kitsteiner."
JB: "No what is her middle name?"
Sidge: "Sweet pea."
*****
I was putting a log in the fire so my back was to the room. Sidge said, "I've got to go potty." I said, "Okay!" over my shoulder. Because I didn't turn and look at him, he said, "It's Sidge. Sidge has to go potty."
*****
Our Veggie Tales music CD has a spot where Larry says, "Get a load of this." Sidge asked what it meant, and I explained it. Later that night when JB came home, Sidge opened the door and said to him, "Get a load of this!" He didn't use it quite right, but it was cute to watch him try and say something he had learned that day.
*****
Isaac called Old Mother Hubbard ... Old Mudder Hubbard.