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January 1, 2016 by Lauren Leave a Comment

Hello 2016!  I just wanted to go ahead and practice writing it down once here because it will take me a while to adjust to it.  We have welcomed in a new year, but not without saying goodbye to the old.  We were inundated with lists and articles and TV specials counting down the best and worst of 2015.  Sometimes those recaps can be fun.  Some things we would rather forget. 
One evening, our family decided to fire up the DVR and check out one of these year-in-review shows.  The host broke down the biggest stories of the year by categories – entertainment, politics, everyday heroes, and etc.  We were all enjoying the run down until it reached the straight “news” category.  The facts were violent.  The worst of the worst that human beings did to each other in the previous 12 months.  ISIS, mass shootings, police violence, the Paris attacks, ad nauseam.  To be honest, the shift in programming didn’t much register with me.  It was simply more of what made up the year gone by.  But my 10 year old daughter was not longer interested, nor entertained.  She asked me to turn off the program.  I was surprised at first, and asked her if it was too scary.  She nodded her head “yes” and then crawled up in my lap and began to cry.  As I started to pull out of her the reason for her tears, I realized that she wasn’t really afraid, but profoundly sad. 
My sweet girl sobbed with the tears of a broken heart.  She could not, in her innocence, comprehend the evil that pervades our sinful world.  She didn’t understand how people could do the types of things we had just watched.  She struggled to form words through her weeping to tell me that she wished she could tell them all about Jesus.  Oh, the wisdom in her naivety.  Later that night, when my husband and I processed this exchange, we realized that – although we had learned of each of these news events one at a time as they happened – Allie heard about them all at once in the course of 2 minutes.  It obviously was a bit overwhelming.  And yet, I think there is something to be learned from her response.   You see, what were “news stories” to me were living, breathing people lost in their sins to Allie.  The “crimes” reported were, more importantly to her, pain and devastation brought upon fellow human beings. 

In Matthew chapter 18, Jesus said, “Truly I tell you, unless you change and become like little children, you will never enter the kingdom of heaven.”  (v.3 NIV)  Oh, that God would chip away at my callous, jaded heart and let me see the world through the eyes of a child.  That He would break my heart once again for the things that break His.  In 2016, I want to be more like my daughter.  May we all have a more loving and compassionate New Year. 

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Putting a Bow on Christmas

December 27, 2015 by Lauren Leave a Comment

I’m not sure I’m in the best place to write at the moment, but the events of our holiday are fresh on my emotionally and physically tired brain, so I am determined to put it to paper (or computer screen) before turning in tonight.  You see, what started as a fun, idyllic family celebration went totally off the rails.

On Christmas Eve, I climbed in a gift- and food- laden car with my husband and girls to drive the short 75 miles to my mom and dad’s place.  Both of my sisters and their families, my step-son and daughter-in-law with their 2 biological and 2 foster children, and my PawPaw (my last living grandparent) were all expected.  It was a joyful reunion with everyone.  We played games, opened presents and enjoyed the almost 80 degree weather outside.  Unseasonably warm even for Texas.  Last but not least, we ate…and ate…and ate.  My mom is a fabulous cook and everyone else contributed sweets and snacks.

Once we were all stuffed like sausages, we headed outside to take family pictures.  It was during this activity that my step-son and daughter-in-law got a call from their case worker asking if they could take two more foster kids.  Unspeakable violence erupted, on Christmas day no less, between family members.  Because of this, these girls needed a safe place to stay immediately.  I decided to ride with my daughter-in-law and the 2 month old foster baby they already had for the hour trip to pick up these traumatized kids.  During the course of the day, foster baby (these precious children have names that are implanted on my heart, but I must protect their privacy), had developed a cough and his breathing got increasingly labored.  We decided on the drive that he needed medical attention.  So after retrieving the new two, doing the necessary paperwork and filling their hungry bellies, we made arrangements to meet my step-son at the emergency room so that he could stay with the baby there and we could get the other two back to my parents’ home.

In the time it took us to make this round trip, my mom got violently ill with a stomach bug.  She was so frequently and constantly sick that she became completely dehydrated and so weak that she couldn’t get up off of the bathroom floor by herself.  About the time we were getting word that foster baby had RSV and would be transferred to a bigger hospital to be admitted, my dad decided that he needed to take my mom to the emergency room.  My husband helped my dad transport her and it took all I could do not to cry as they drove away – knowing how much work still lie ahead.  These two sweet girls we brought home were ok as long as we were playing with them and engaging them, but as soon as we tried to get them settled down for the night, they would resist.  At their tender age, they understood that falling asleep in this strange place meant that they weren’t going home.  For several hours, one and then another of them would cry for family.  Mama, grandparents, anyone besides these strangers. They finally gave up the fight and went to sleep at 1:00 or 1:30am.  My mom returned about 2:00am from the hospital – better but weak and isolating herself to minimize exposure.  Not exactly a greeting card Christmas.

We are back home now, unpacked and weary.  And all I can think is, “Silent night, my foot”.  Isaiah 55:8-9 says, ‘”My thoughts are nothing like your thoughts,’ says the Lord.  ‘And my ways are far beyond anything you could imagine.  For just as the heavens are higher than the earth, so my ways are higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.'”  The biblical account of the first Christmas doesn’t mention presents, roaring fires, red and green decorations or gluttonous feasts. A picture perfect gathering with all family in attendance and accord, although lovely, is man’s idea.  Not God’s.  Life is MESSY.  So statistically, some years Christmas will be messy.  That’s just the way it goes.  No matter how much we try to manufacture the snow-dusted fairy tale, REAL life gets in the way.  I can’t say I wouldn’t have preferred to end the day with Christmas carols, hot cocoa and a full night’s sleep; but loving on three precious and helpless little children feels more like true Christmas spirit.  And watching my husband come to the rescue of my mom and dad has a charm all it’s own.  All in all, I had myself a merry little Christmas.  And now, to all, a good night.  Zzzzzzzz.

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I love Jesus, my husband and caffeine. The order of these can change depending on how tired I am. When my two daughters, stepson, and 4 grandchildren get to be too much, I practice yoga. God graciously allows me to share our adventures, victories and flub-ups from my laptop. May He be glorified here.
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