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Making Me a Missionary: Africa, the Decision to GO

I can't say specifically why I feel called or lead on mission to Africa, but I do. Maybe because the first time I heard about, and knew someone going, was for mission work at an orphanage in Africa during the time we were active foster parents hoping to adopt. I guess it struck a soft spot and stuck, because here I am, now seven years later, at a different church with a different mission, but still to Africa and my heart still feels lead to go.

The only problem? I have a husband I adore, four little loves I homeschool, and my almost 92 year old Gram who lives with us that I also care for. Sure, my husband is amazing and can handle the house, kids and even their school. He is also wonderful with my Grandmother, plus we have other family able to come in to help out, just in case, but won't it all fall apart without me here?

I think satan would like me to think so.

He would have me believe the kids will fall apart without my ensuring their nutritious breakfast, allergy medicines, sufficient water intake throughout the day and bedtime snuggles. He would have me certain their school work will fall behind and my organizational system for said schooling will fall into disarray. He would have me worry that out of 52 weeks in a very full and active year, those two weeks of serving, something is sure to go wrong with Gram and I won't be here to take care of it.

And you know what? That all may be true.

It might be two weeks of cereal and too much juice, minimal work done, very little organized the way I like it, and they might cry at bedtime. And, Gram could get sick. She may need me and I'll be around the world unable to be here.

That hurts me. It all hurts me. The cereal, the dishevelment, the snuggles, and Gram needing me.

But it's the strangest thing. I've heard people say things like, "You'll have such peace about it if you're supposed to go", which always makes me think either they are whacked, or just trying to 'speak Christian', but it's the truth!

Together, Scott and I decided I'd go on this years trip back before the end of 2016, so I attended the first interest meeting in January, full of trepidation and excitement. And then Gram's health declined. We had one month until the commitment meeting and during that time she slowly slipped more and more into a routine of sleeping most of the day away. Four days before the meeting, on a Wednesday, she fell asleep trying to eat one of her favorite lunches...a chili dog, and dropped it on the floor. She was so devastated and defeated by what her days had become, I could tell she was giving up the desire to keep pressing on.

I told Scott, there's no way I can go. If she needs me, I need to be here, plus, the kids....and he agreed, so I let the team leaders know. The day of the meeting I was feeling regret, confusion, frustration...I was sad that Gram was declining and sad I'd decided not to go. I went on to the meeting and am still not sure what I hoped would happen. We discussed fears, because we all have them, so I talked about Gram. The team listened, encouraged and shared opinions and wisdom. I left that meeting not exactly sure what I would do, but was sure that I wasn't sure.

When I woke two days later, Gram still not improved, I knew I needed to go. Scott knew too. Now I just had to find a time and a way to tell my Gram, who is not keen on the idea, at all. I went down that evening and shared with her that I had decided to go and being that she has supported me in everything my whole life, I needed her support in this. She said she wasn't sure why I was going, but she would never be upset at my decision to go. At this point she was only staying awake a few minutes at a time before she'd drift off so we just sat together for a bit, like we did when I was a child falling asleep as she loved over me.

I sent a message to the team that I was in. I cannot explain it, but I instantly felt a peace about it. I knew it wasn't just empty words I was speaking when I said, or thought, come what may, God is in control, I really meant it. He really is in complete control, whether you think I'm whacked or just trying to 'speak Christian', or not.

The next night we thought we were losing Gram. Her temperature spiked, she shook and her body cramped as her blood pressure feel to dangerously low levels. It was awful. I called my mom and uncles who decided to cross the country to come to town. But I wasn't sure they'd make it. As my amazing Gram has done on a few other occasions, she pulled back from the brink of death and slowly made a comeback. I keep telling her God is keeping here for a reason! She keeps saying it's to take care of me and the kids! Either way...she's here, I'm going to Africa, and God is working on both our hearts.

It might not make sense that these two things go together, but they do. I will miss my husband. I will miss my kids...like crazy, and Gram...I'm her person, as she's always been mine. But God...He is my God. And that love supersedes them all. He saved me from the depths of my wicked heart and put in me a desire to serve in Africa. I can't justify telling Him sorry, not right now. So I will go.

Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Matthew 28:19

"Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your strength and with all your mind', and 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'" Luke 10:27

Where is God in the Broken System?

We have several friends who are parents in the foster care system. They vary in every way from foster only, adopt only, still waiting to adopt, or celebrating a recent adoption. One family, however, is smack in the middle of the dreaded nightmare that scares so many families away from opening their home to foster children. They have had a child removed from their home after more than three years, and a completed adoption of her siblings. Every emotion you can possibly fathom at just reading those words has flooded their hearts and home, and the hearts of so many who love them and have prayed for them throughout this process. They did not have a foster child return home....they lost their daughter to a list of rules that over looks what is best for the children involved. It's unimaginable, yet it happens more often than it should. The system is flawed. Rules are in place to protect the occasional parent who is trying to get it right, but so often, blinded eyes act on rules independent of common sense.

After hearing the unimaginable happened to our friends, I was angry, hurt and confused... After all hundreds, if not thousands, of people were praying for their little girl to stay. For the judge to rule in favor of their family, not in opposition. I found myself asking, Why did you not show up that day, God? This family has put their complete faith in you. They have been such a light to all who have walked along side them through this with such grace and hope. Where are you God?

I've thought long and hard about that question as Scott and I cry considering this would be comparable to us losing our daughter now, after three and a half years in our family. As our boys pray for their friends and beg God to not let this happen, I wonder and pray along, where are you? Here's what God has reminded me of....

He is here. God is still with each of them and He is present for every tear they have, and will continue to shed. He is present in every prayer they will pray over her life. He is there with their other children who will continue to love and pray for their sister. He is there with her, tucked in her young heart, in every prayer she heard spoken over her life, in every kiss, in every hug they've given over the last three and a half years. God is the center of their continued faith as they almost comfort those around them with their words of hope and love. He has not turned His back on her, nor on this family. God is still in control of the flawed, and so often, broken, system.

So we will weep with our friends as they weep and we will bear up under them in prayer. As we read so many times in the Bible that God does not leave, or forsake us (Isaiah 41, 1 Peter 5, Phil 4), that He is our strength (Psalm 28, Isaiah 40, Psalm 119) and our comforter (2 Cor 1), we are reminded that this continues to be true today. Their hurt is real and it is deep and even though we know so often, God does not always answer prayers in the way we want, He does always answer, so we will hold out in faith, that God is not finished yet.

Whatever your trial, your hurt, your fear, your joy.... God IS there.

Be encouraged,

Jules

It's Just Another Manic Tuesday

Today. It's just a Tuesday, right? It's harmless, not Monday, almost mid-week, thunderstorms sounding off in the distance, hugs from the hubs, coffee and the Word... Per my usual mental preparedness for the day, I spend my last few minutes praying and visualizing (thank you years of coaches who taught me the art of mentally shooting thousands of free throws and walking through at bats...that now has overflowed into my parenting!)... and then the clock strikes 7:00am and eight feet hit the floor! And just like that, they're off! We have one hour to hit the road. It's a race to the toy room to play 'police' with their dollar store guns, or to the bathroom, depending on the kid. It's a holler for help with clothes from Sophia and to 'TURN OFF THE LIGHT" from Timothy. Our house is not for the faint of heart in the early morning hours... So, if you've come this far, here's just a small peek into our Tuesday home school routine, and the way it went down today.

Tuesday's are our town days. We have therapies, allergy shots, swim lessons and Kroger click list (thank you for this one Jesus!), and a swing through Wendy's drive through as we head home. My days are still very driven by our nap routine, even though I have two that have moved into the "quiet time" phase of these sacred hours, so with our drive time to get home I've had to master back scheduling in order to make it home, unload kids and groceries and still get the little ones in bed on time. Some call me crazy, or over structured, but I like to think of my particular mom skill set as falling somewhere between a loving drill sergeant and ninja nap master. Over the years, this has both made me crazy and preserved my sanity.

Every Monday night I lay out their sweats with their swim trunks to put on and have them bring me their undies to pack in our swim bag, which they did today, like every other Tuesday morning. However, this morning, I had one wake up with a tummy ache, one complaining about an ear ache and one gagging on snot, even though he's finished his third antibiotic in six weeks for a stubborn sinus infection. So, after taking temps and pushing fluids and giving four complete child assessments, I made the call to the doc for appointments, then called our swim teacher to let her know.

Now, you should know, at this point in the game, we've already done the "Are you dressed, have you brushed your teeth, did you make your bed, do you have on socks, did you put your undies on my bed?" dance a minimum of three times per kid (for those of you counting, that's at least twelve times!) I've made egg and cheese sandwiches, peeled bananas and poured juice that at least three of the kids ate, medicines dished out and water bottles made for the day. 

As I was wrapping up my calls, I hollered at the kids to come back downstairs and get their undies, take them up and put them back on, swim trunks back in the drawers and make sure they completed the aforementioned morning tasks. Response's ranged from moans of "but I'm already dressed", to cries of "I really want to go to swimming", the exasperated "yes, I've brushed my teeth, mom", and finally, "good, because my ear hurts" (poor baby girl). The time crunch was in effect by now, so the routine shouts for one last pit stop and shoes had begun over the sounds of cheap toy guns and shouts of "I'm not the bad guy, you are!"

Side note here.....I know some of you are thinking, I thought you said the kids weren't feeling well? Yeah, my kids don't really ever stop. Sick or not, (unless they have a pretty good fever) they are on the move. 

So, back to the encroaching departure time... My boarding call, "Time to load up!!!" came at approximately 7:59, with one kid running down and out into the van. "Come on you guys, we've got to go!" brought down another kid, but only as far as the hall bathroom, where my assistance was needed and then to the shoe basket for help with laces. Two down, two to go.... "Boys, please, we're going to be late" was followed up by four trampling feet racing to the garage. "Boys you need your shoes!" Oh yeah, help me mom, and hurry so we're not late! Seriously, kid. (Eye roll of grand proportions happened here.)

Finally, all four kids are in the van, I was doing my last walk through...got the waters, Epi pens, reading books and lesson plans for car rides and waiting rooms, glasses, five rain jackets, four kids..... and then the door opened. It's Mason. My eyes must have begged the question, what are you doing?!?!, because he ran past me, in his full on toe sprint, shouting, "I forgot my underwear!" 

Moms, there are no how to books written for this moment. Just take a deep breath and think grace. Nothing you say or do at this point is going to make him move any faster. Nothing will guilt him into doing better next time. Nothing will keep you from being late. 

I ran upstairs to offer my assistance and found one pair of swim trunks that only made it as far as the stairs, one toothbrush un-brushed, two beds unmade (despite ALL my prompting and reminders to do these things, and their assuring me all had been done) and one boy frantically stepping into his undies. I hugged him. "It's ok buddy, bring your shoes and put them on in the van, let's go." His hug was worth it.

Off we went in the thunderstorms with our snotty noses, hurting ears and shoes in hand, and arrived only five minutes late to our first therapy appointment. The doctor visit later would confirm one ear infection, one virus, and one possible stomach bug. From there we got our allergy shots, picked up our groceries (seriously, Kroger click list folks, you rock!), and had our Wendy's burger fix. 

As I got the big ones started on some school work and the little ones tucked into bed, I was giving myself a mental high five for making it through another Tuesday marathon town trip, when Eli gave me a kiss and said, "thanks mom, I love you". And just now, Mason brought me this artwork and said, "It's my Valentine for you mom, because you are our very super good mom." Who says being a homeschool mom doesn't pay? I say it pays more than you could ever imagine.

Be blessed, Jules!

A Christmas Story All Our Own

I hope you all have had a very Merry Christmas and that your lives are settling back down into a normal rhythm of new toys and final servings of leftovers. We had a.... wild? loud? busy? exhausting?  entertaining? Yes, with three boys and a girl, ages eight to three, our day was a combination of all of the above!!

They were up just before 7 am digging wildly into their piles of adventure toys from Santa... binoculars, lanterns, voice changing mega-phones, hand-held laser tag, a pogo stick and night vision goggles, and then the stockings stuffed with fun goodies. They ran upstairs with lights off to try out the night vision and chased each other through the house with laser tag while Scott and I made cinnamon rolls. We need the fuel to make it through the noisy toys, gift piles, wrapping paper and squeals of delight!

After the pit stop and another cup of coffee, it was time to divvy up packages, oooh and ahhh over piles and beg to "go next", "no it's my turn!".  But this year, there was one small change. Each of our kids went on a shopping day with Mimi and bought a gift for each of their siblings and something for mommy and daddy. This small act of ownership over choosing gifts and thinking of others in our family gave them such a sense of the joy of giving...of seeing others excited about what you picked out,  just for them. When their gifts were chosen from the pile to open they exclaimed, "That's from me! You're going to love it!" They chose, shirts, tractors, a baby doll for sister, motorcycle and swords. It was great, mostly seeing their selfless joy. But there was one small gift that deserves mention of it's own.... This is my favorite Christmas story of 2016.

Our five year old, Elijah was the first to go on the shopping day with Mimi. They went to the Tractor Supply where there's always wonderful goodies for farm kids and country living. Norma, my MIL, said he wandered into an isle and came out holding an item with a look of pure satisfaction and said "this is what I want to get mommy". She said, "well, why?" He told her he just knew I'd want it, that we needed a new one, and that I would be so happy when I saw it. He could not be dissuaded. She even tried to get him to choose something else and still give me this "perfect present" after Christmas, but he would have none of it. So, he continued shopping, holding his prized find firmly in his five year old grip.

Before bringing the kids back she took them home to wrap their gifts then helped them place them under our tree. Their efforts to hold their tongue were.... comical, to say the least! But when Eli brought his gifts up he pleaded with me to open it right then and there. Please don't wait, you will love it! Well, there were still ten days until Christmas and I tried to explain how sad I'd be if there was no present for me to open from him on Christmas morning. In the meantime, Norma had called me to let me know she did not know why, but he was adamant about this gift and his pride in finding it was worth wrapping it. My curiosity was piqued.

So, back to Christmas morning and divvying up the gifts... After the first few were opened by the kids, Elijah picked his gift to me and said, "Please mom, open this one next." He stood in front of me, a gentle smile across his face, as I pulled back the paper to reveal... a plunger. I pulled it from the paper and said, "Wow! A new plunger! We sure needed one, didn't we buddy?!" He said, "that's why I picked it for you mommy." as he hugged me and I told him how much I loved this gift he chose just for me!

Before you get any thoughts about how I must clog our toilets, I will tell you, I neither clog them, or unclog them when they are overfilled with toilet paper by a child! I call for Scott... to use the plunger we already have!! (I'm dying as I write this...it was SO funny!) I have no idea why he thought this was the perfect gift, or why he thought we needed a new one, but I can say, with all my heart, this was the best gift I received this year because, strange as it may be, my boy just knew I would love it....so I do.

Be blessed!
~Jules