Saturday, November 19, 2011

OK, Let's Talk Thailand

Warning--major spiritual content ahead.  ;)
I haven't thought about the blog, or read any other blogs for about 2 weeks.  As I mentioned in the previous post (that was a repeat and I'm not sure anyone read) I was on a small team which coordinated our women's conference last weekend, and it consumed me--mind and body--for a good 2 weeks.  Then afterwards I was completely braindead.  And if I'm completely honest?  I allowed myself to be sucked into the distraction. There was some level of selfish self-preservation to be thinking all day about something else--something about which there were MANY tasks to be done, rather than be thinking all day about Thailand, Asher and a situation about which there is NOTHING to be done.  I long for the day when I can be exhausted caring for the needs of a one year old, but caring for the needs of 230 women was a diverting substitute for a while!
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One thing I really appreciate is that the people in my life have not put Asher out of their hearts and minds, and they have not let me do so either.  I have received numerous inquiries on updates, dozens of encouraging notes and words, special Scripture verses that were plucked out of the Word and chosen just for my son and for me, and even powerful songs of hope that my friends have reminded me of in a challenging time.  Here's an excerpt of one of those powerful verses:

"When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; when you pass through the rivers, they will not sweep over you.  When you walk through the fire, you will not be burned; the flames will not set you ablaze.  For I am the Lord your God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior....You are precious and honored in my sight, and I love you.  Do not be afraid, for I am with you.  I will bring your children from the east and gather you from the west.  I will bring my sons and daughters from the ends of the earth--everyone who is called by my name, whom I created for my glory, whom I formed and made."  Isaiah 43: 2-6

Now I realize that it is taken out of context, and I left out a couple verses, but that part about gathering children from the east?  Bringing sons and daughters from the ends of the earth?  Protecting us from the rivers and waters? Yeah. Powerful stuff, that.  I'm trusting that God is ok with me taking solace from his Word, even if Isaiah wasn't really writing about adopting an Asian child.  :)  It reminds me that Asher was created for His glory!  A dear friend has dedicated this verse to Asher, and I'll never forget it.

Another friend of mine, whom I haven't seen in years, but with whom I have a musical background, reminded me of a song I also hadn't heard in years.  In the midst of my worry and anxiety, she reminded me of these simple words that gave me such freedom:

"Tis so sweet to trust in Jesus!  Just to take Him at His word.  Just to rest upon His promise, just to know 'Thus saith the Lord.'  Jesus, Jesus, how I trust Him!  How I've proved Him o'er and o'er.  Jesus, Jesus, precious Jesus!  Oh, for grace to trust Him more."

I read somewhere that refusing to forgive is like drinking poison and hoping it will kill your enemy.  I think there should be some sort of witty cliche about worry and fret, that it will accomplish nothing but while you're worrying about everything else you'll give yourself an ulcer.  I'm still working on how to make that short and pithy.  ;)  When I sang that song, I truly did experience a lightening of my heart.  I was reminded that He has proved faithful over and over.  I experienced that sweetness that comes from surrending to the God who is in control, who knows my son and his circumstances, and the promise He will never leave or forsake us.

Even just this week when I was at Bible study, we were going around the table talking about the different names of God in the Old Testament and how we see those aspects of God in our lives today, I just didn't want to share (which is unheard of for me, the blabbermouth) because I was tired of talking about this and crying.  And yet two of my friends answered for me.  He is Jehovah-Shammah, "the God who is there."  He is Jehovah-Shalom, "The Lord who is peace."  And the one that really set me off, He is El-Roi, "the God who sees."  The thought that sends me into a tizzy more than any other is the fact that I don't know where my son is.  I don't know where he's living, what kind of conditions he's in, even what city he's in.  He's in a (possibly literal) sea of hurting people who are all trying to just make it through this disaster, and I worry that no one there will take as good of care of him as I would.  That he'll get lost in that sea (not necessarily literally, but figuratively).   And yet MY GOD IS THE GOD WHO SEES ASHER.  He knows the exact latitude and longitude where Asher laid his head last night.  He knows who is holding him and giving him one of those 8 daily bottles this very moment.  He knows when he is hungry and thirsty, when his diaper needs changing and when he is unsettled or sad.  I believe this with my whole heart and soul and it gives me a peace when I can just TRUST HIM to care for my son.

Usually Thailand in November is a celebration.  The Loi Krathong festival is right about now.  I haven't seen a lot of news updates on how the flooding has affected the festival, but some Thai-mama friends found a video of the celebration from last year.  If you've seen the movie Tangled (and if you haven't--go rent it RIGHT NOW!) you know the scene in the movie where they release floating lanterns each year to celebrate the lost princess.  That scene was based on a Thai tradition during Loi Krathong.  My friend Angie so rightfully saw these lanterns and it reminded her of their lost princess, who should have been home by now.  To me, this beautiful scene represents the beauty of Thailand and the hope that is there.  I believe the country will rebound and recover, and will experience victory over adversity.  And I have hope and TRUST that our memory of Asher's time in Thailand will be that he was loved and cared for, and his connection to his homeland will be strong and positive.
As far as updates go, our agency still has hope that we will receive 1st approval as early as January.  Normally travel would follow within 8-12 weeks.  However, I'm not as optimistic about January, because the families who received referrals last March (ours was June) still don't have 1st approval.  Also, the Thai government usually only has 2 court dates a month, at which time they only schedule 3-4 families to be there in person to receive custody.  All the families that were supposed to travel and have court dates this fall have been postponed to spring, which means that there will be a backlog of families ready and waiting for Thai courtdates.  Our prayer right now is that the Thai government will increase the number of courtdates per month, or allow several more families per month to travel.  It is possible that April is still our month to travel--but we are not holding our breath.

Tuesday, November 08, 2011

Repost--the first 3 year old.

Oh, wow!  I just remembered something.  I HAVE A BLOG.  My life has been taken over by a women's retreat, which will sound really crazy to any of you who have not been to one or helped coordinate one.  No time to explain.  I randomly clicked on an archived post and found it amusing, so I'm gonna repost.  It's from the days when I had a new 3 year old and a 4 month old--October of 2008.  Enjoy!



OK, seriously, my son cracks me up. I can't even remember all the funny things he says. I'm loving this part of 3 years old. Lots of talking and conversation all day. Except this conversation that happens a lot. Imagine me doing the dishes and Carson talking but also kind of gazing off, not exactly sure of what he wants to say:



C: Mom?


M: Hmmm?


C: Mom?


M:Yes?


C: Mom?


M: WHAT, Carson?


C: Mom?


M: I'M LISTENING CARSON. WHAT DO YOU NEED?


This one is a classic, though. It happened last week:


C: Mom, Sydney can stay for just a little bit.


M: What do you mean?


C: She can stay, but only for a little bit.


M: You mean stay on my lap or stay in our house?


C: Stay here in our house. Just for a little bit. Then she has to go back.


M: Go back where?


C: To the doctor.



But this one made me happy. At least I know he's listening! Just now, C and hubby are wrestling on the bed. I hear this:

C: Daddy! Don't do that! You are making a choice! Make a good choice!


Also, I have a new revelation. For three years I have studied, shopped, researched, interviewed and longed for The Toy. You know, that elusive Toy that would fill the void in my child's life. The Toy that would beckon to him all day long. The Toy that would keep him entertained WHILST educating him for hours on end. We have a bedroom full of toys, but not The Toy.
Turns out, the equivalent to The Toy was here all along: in his head. His imagination starting shaping last year but it has multiplied exponentially in the last month. It is absolutely filling our days.

One frequent game in our house stems from the doctor's kit he got for his birthday. First we examined each other back and forth, multiple times a day. Then I added the element of a clip board, and when I was the doc, I asked him questions about height, weight, ailment, etc. and wrote the answer down. This caught his attention, and then he was not to be seen all day without the clipboard and a crayon, asking me all kinds of personal questions and "writing" the answer down. (I don't think he spelled "none of your business" correctly.) But one time, I asked about his family and if he had any pets. THIS then morphed into the clipboard interview about all of his animals and then my animals. And people, there are a lot of animals. C-dog is not super confident on all his letters, but he KNOWS his animals. (Ironic, since I'm not exactly a member of PETA.) He told me all about his mouse, elephant, dog, fish, lion, meerkat, hamster, racoon, dolphin, tiger, giraffe, beetle, etc. They all have names, but often the names are of characters from the last movie or TV show he watched, or whatever phonetical sounds come flowing out of his mouth. Yesterday there were several animals named Lurla or Choolee.
NOW the imaginary animals have taken the form of the stereotypical imaginary friend/animals. He has a bunny, a cat and 2 dogs that have been consistently with us (and I mean CONSISTENTLY--Target? check. Bathtime? check. Dinner? check.) for 2 days. Cute? Sure, for a while. But at nap time yesterday, I hear this:

"Mom! MOM! Hurry, MOM! THE DOOR'S CLOSED AND MY BUNNY CAN'T GET OUT! HE HAS TO GO POTTY! DO YOU HEAR ME? HURRY!!!"

Sigh. I gave in and opened the door for the bunny to pee. Then:

"MOM! The bunny can't get back in! LET MY BUNNY BACK IN!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

I really don't mind that all my tupperware has been spread out all day because, evidently, this cat, 2 dogs and bunny are quite hungry. He feeds them approximately every 10 minutes. But when I'm trying to calm a crying baby and he asks me to feed them, and I pour "food" into all the bowls, he had a total meltdown because I gave dog food to the cat. I'm totally serious. I'm even kind of embarassed to tell you about the bed I made for the dogs in the car so we could leave the garage.

Wanna know my little secret to keeping my sanity? I convinced him to name the cat Monica, one of the dogs Chandler and the bunny Rachel. It makes me giggle every time. ;)