Over the past several months I have been learning a lesson about faith. There has been an issue in my life that I have wanted to change for about 2 years. I haven't done anything about it for a long time. Then in May of this year I just felt it was time to move on it. So I prayed. and I talked to some people whose wisdom I value, and then I prayed some more. Then I saw things begin to happen. Things just worked out too conveniently.. So why did I not have more faith that what I was doing was from God? Why did I not trust him to handle the problem? Do I not know that he has a plan for me. Over and over this summer things happened and worked out and I would say "that is an answer to prayer!" and I was surprised by it. Why should I be surprised when God answers prayer? Still, as I sit here tonight and type this I am on the verge of making an important decision, I hold back. Hesitant still that I will fall and fail, and maybe that's part of the plan, but still holding close to me that last shred of trust and faith that God will provide and answer this prayer. Has the lesson been learned?
a few weeks ago, we had some young men from the local highschool football team come out and help us dig up some thorny bushes we had in the back yard. they also dug up a path for us to extend the patio. Yesterday, we finally decided to set some bricks and create a little flower/vegetable bed where the kids and I could try some planting for fun. Of course, it rained. We hauled brick and dug dirt anyway. Ben had the BEST time being a boy, sitting in the dirt, throwing the dirt, dancing with his mommy and riding his bike... all in the rain. a perfect day all in all for an almost 4 year old boy.
I'm a very busy mommy of three beautiful adopted children. My big girl, my little man and princess monkeybutt are my world. Adoption has become my passion and I do whatever I can to be an advocate for foster children and adopted children. I love my family and we are loving God, loving each other and making life up as we go along!