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Two weeks of Firefly

06/19/2014

It doesn’t seem possible but the calendar cannot be denied: it’s been two weeks since little preemie Firefly was delivered to our house. He is a joy and a delight, a bringer of light into our home. He’s steadily gaining weight, sleeping well and staying healthy—that’s all he needs to do right now. He’s eating on a 3-hour schedule. Jason and I have worked out a lovely system where Jason stays up until 2:30am to finish the last feeding and I get up at 5:00am to give him his first bottle of the day. We’re like ships passing in the night but it’s “teamwork at its finest” as my friend Leslie put it. We’re a bit tired but all in all things are going really well at home. I wish I could talk more about his case but of course the details of that are confidential. I’ll say this, he’s secure in our home until the next court date, June 30, for sure. That’s all I know at this point, though we and every DCS worker have opinions and gut feelings on what we think will happen. He’s our fifth placement and I’m amazed at how different each of the cases have been.

Alianna is absolutely loving having baby boy around the house. She’s convinced his name should be Donut. Sometimes she calls him Baby Bwudder. The other day Jason and I were working on a chicken-related project outside. Ali was with us and Firefly was in his crib. Ali slipped back into the house and when we went to find her she was IN his crib with him, just lying next to him and “petting” his head, as she loves to do. She’s on the brink of three-years-old so we’re still having to remind her often to be gentle with his head, not to touch his mouth or try to open his eyes, etc. But, I have to say, she’s being so sweet and mature with him. She’s come along way since November when 6-month-old Bee arrived at our house. (Ali was 2 years, 4 months at the time.) It’s really special to see their bond and I do hope he sticks around for a while. We all love him a lot.

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A Blessing From Above

06/18/2014

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This book (A Blessing from Above) really hit home when I was reading it to Alianna just a few hours after we talked to her biological mom on the phone. I’m so thankful I was positioned to catch my Little One when she fell out of her Mama’s nest and I’m grateful I have her blessing.

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Monday Blog Tour

06/16/2014

My friend Katey over at Sweet Goings invited me to do a Monday blog tour. I’m not sure where the idea originated but you can trace it back to her blog and one she links to and the one before that an so on. I’m honored she picked me for the next tour. Let’s get this party started…

What am I working on? 

It’s Sunday afternoon and I’ve spent the weekend keeping two little people alive, which included getting up at 11, 2, 5 and 8 to feed a teeny tiny newborn. Usually Jason does those first two and I do the second two but he’s a touring musician and he was gone for two nights. He’s back in town but currently out at his favorite store, the garden center, taking advantage of their Father’s Day sale. Both little people are napping and I probably should be too. In my dreams I’m a stay-at-home mom to our sweet babies but in real life I work full time as a graphic designer. I write whenever I have a few spare minutes and I schedule my posts for the following morning.

How does my work differ from others in its genre?

I’m going to assume this question is referring to my blog. I started this blog five years ago when Jason and I were childless and we spent our free time collecting vintage treasures to fill our little mid-century modern ranch. We’d scour thrift stores, estate sales and yard sales looking for neglected valuables that we could score on the cheap, restore and use or sell. A little over three years ago we decided to become foster parents. My blog split to both topics for a while, as did our time. Once we got into the deep waters of parenting, and specifically foster parenting, our time for our interior design hobby decreased and as a result I write mostly about family, fostering and adoption on here now. Restoration is a recurring theme through myMCMlife.

Why do I write what I do?  I love to write. My memory isn’t super sharp so I love to keep records through journals, sketchbooks and blogging. Back when I was blogging about interior design, a comment from a reader led me back to her blog where she chronicled her and her husband’s experiences as foster and then adoptive parents. Discovering her blog was a big nudge toward foster parenting, a topic that I had already been secretly researching for a few months. Reading general information about a topic is nothing compared to reading about someone’s personal experience. I write about my family’s experiences in hopes that it is meaningful to someone else out there, and specifically I hope that God would use our story to make more foster and adoptive parents.

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How does my writing process work? 

Ideally, when inspiration strikes, I stop what I’m doing and start writing. I think my best posts have come out that way. If I can’t stop to write, I make myself notes for things I want to return to when I have more time. Other times I just sit down in front of this WordPress screen and start writing, hoping something coherent comes out and that it wraps up into some sort of revelation by the end.

Who’s next? I’m supposed to pick someone to go next but I’m clueless. If you blog and want to go next, please do it and let me know, OK? I think it’s time for that nap.

Thank you again for inviting me to do this tour, Katey! I just discovered your blog a few months ago and it became an instant favorite.

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Phone Photo Friday

06/13/2014

 

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To Love is to Risk

06/11/2014

I haven’t read Orphan Justice yet but I love this quote:

“To love is to risk. Opening your home to a foster kid will be emotionally difficult. It’s inconvenient. It’s hard. It’s messy. It’s exhausting. I guarantee it.

But all too often, selfishness keeps us from taking care of these children. Somewhere along the way, in our concern for an easy, happy, comfortable life, we may be missing the heart of the gospel — to seek and save the lost, to reach out to the forgotten and the oppressed, to love sacrificially, and to pour our lives out so that others can catch a glimpse of Jesus.

If the only reason we refuse to get involved in foster care is because ‘it is too hard emotionally’ or ‘we can’t handle saying goodbye,’ we may need to repent of self-absorption. We must ask ourselves the question: Do we truly love our neighbor as we love ourselves? What if a foster child is the ‘neighbor’ that God has brought into our path to love?” —Johnny Carr, Orphan Justice

People who consider foster parenting are often concerned about “getting too attached” to their foster children. But what is the alternative? To only half-love them? I’m already head over heels for our new foster son. I’m not afraid of getting too attached. I’m a grown up; I can survive having my heart broken. He’s an innocent, precious treasure; he needs and deserves to be loved with abandon.

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Firefly

06/10/2014

It’s firefly time of year in Nashville. Every evening as the sun is going down, we finish up our popsicles or ice cream cones and scramble around the yard trying to catch the little lightning bugs to put in our mason jar. I was a summer baby and I’ve always loved summer.

Things have been pretty quiet around here. I just finished up some big deadlines at work and a freelance project that had been on and off for months. On Thursday afternoon when Ali was napping and I was all caught up on work, I stepped out onto the back patio to enjoy a cup of tea. It had been rainy so I stayed close to the backdoor where it was dry and I tossed sliced raw almonds to my silly hens. It was a beautiful, restful moment. I wanted to capture it. Ashley Ann wrote a post a few months ago about drinking coffee (or tea) with two hands, savoring it instead of multitasking. That’s what I was doing.

Right in that moment of peace, my phone rang. It was DCS placement asking if we could take a newborn baby boy who was being released from the hospital that day. Without hesitation, Jason and I said yes. Firefly arrived at our house 90 minutes later. He’s the tiniest little person I’ve ever met, a preemie at just 5 pounds. He is precious and delightful. He smells like Heaven. He sleeps about 23 hours a day. He is by far the easiest foster placement we’ve ever had. We have no idea what the future holds for him and us at this point. I’m savoring him, holding on with both hands, just like that warm cup on a rainy afternoon.

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Pain is No Measure of His Faithfulness

06/09/2014

"Pain is no measure of His faithfulness / He withholds no good thing from us" - "Open My Hands" by Sara Groves

When I was struggling with anger, grief and justice recently, a thoughtful friend shared an encouraging note along with this song “Open My Hands” by Sara Groves. It spoke deeply to my soul, especially the two lines above. I hope it encourages you. Psalm 84:11 says For the Lord God is a sun and shield: the Lord will give grace and glory: no good thing will he withhold from them that walk uprightly.

“Open My Hands” by Sara Groves

I believe in a blessing I don’t understand
I’ve seen rain fall on wicked and the just
Rain is no measure of his faithfulness
He withholds no good thing from us
No good thing from us, no good thing from us

I believe in a peace that flows deeper than pain
That broken find healing in love
Pain is no measure of his faithfulness
He withholds no good thing from us
No good thing from us, no good thing from us

I will open my hands, will open my heart
I will open my hands, will open my heart
I am nodding my head an emphatic yes
To all that You have for me

I believe in a fountain that will never dry
Though I’ve thirsted and didn’t have enough
Thirst is no measure of his faithfulness
He withholds no good thing from us
No good thing from us, no good thing from us

I will open my hands, will open my heart
I will open my hands, will open my heart
I am nodding my head an emphatic yes
To all that You have for me
No good thing from us
No good thing from us
He withholds no good thing from us

I will open my hands, will open my heart
I will open my hands, will open my heart
I am nodding my head an emphatic yes
To all that You have for me

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