Thursday, December 24, 2015
The Greatest Gift
Friday, November 20, 2015
Today is a day after many that I've been so disheartened by our system. Not only have a seen families torn apart, heard of foster families refused adoption of their long term placements, watched kids be retraumatized....and now I am at a major crossroad with my own long term placement. My plan when I began this journey 3 years ago was foster care but was asked by the GAL to adopt. So I began to consider it. I already loved these kids....so why not! So I have thrown myself into this. We have traveled the US and Caribbean as a family. I have promised my love and support to them...and they have claimed my family as theirs. But all of this is not good enough. I am dishearten that I have been denied as their adoptive resource and have tried to figure out how to fight for them. Kids in foster care haven rights. Foster parents have no rights. I may ask the court for direct placement....but now i have been told the plan is to move them as soon as possible. I just can't believe in this system and all we know about trauma and attachment that a major disruption like this is whats best.
Saturday, October 31, 2015
Trick or Treat
Happy Halloween!
Friday, October 23, 2015
"...when dreams come true, there is life and joy."
“Hope deferred makes the heart sick, but when dreams come true, there is life and joy.” – Proverbs 13: 12
I really have counted this as a blessing to be able to watch a momma fall in love with her baby. New life is always special but when adoption is at the heart of a life changing experience, there is just something extraordinary about it. Now, you may be thinking how easy it is to fall in love with a baby. Squishy. Cute. Chubby cheeks. Yes, true. But what about when that new baby is 5, 8, or 14?
My sweet friend was able to pick up her new son for another overnight visit and they chose to stay with me. I watched a momma change diapers, help with muscle stretches, and dress her new boy. Her sweet, adorable, happy, 8-year-old boy. I watched this precious boy, who supposedly has major trauma and anxiety over going to respite just fall into love with his momma's tickles, hugs, kisses, and playful engagement. You see, I believe a child knows when they are loved and wanted.
Foster care is hard. It is needed. Desperately. When a family decides to foster a child or children, there is some amount of distance. Even when they try their best to love on a child...there just is. I am not sure if this is because no matter what you do, you know they are "not yours"....or if it just the self-protection that comes with the territory no matter how hard you try to go "all-in". In turn, I believe the child knows and feels they are different. Not wanted. Unloveable. Therefore, their hope is deferred. Hope for a forever family put on hold. Hope for what was or should have been can diminish and fade.
So when that moment happens when a child is scooped up and made part of the family. When he is grafted into the tree with tender love and care, he knows. He knows he is lovable. She knows that she is special and wanted. He knows you will care for me even in the poops of life.
So tonight, first hand, I was able to see a glimpse of Proverbs 13:12 transform a special boy. This sweet young man melted into his momma's arms as she rocked, tickled, and played. Connecting and lovingly looking into his eyes and heart. In return, he giggled, laughed, and even teased in return. I believe, his dreams are coming true because there is pure joy in his sweet life. Thanks God.
I really have counted this as a blessing to be able to watch a momma fall in love with her baby. New life is always special but when adoption is at the heart of a life changing experience, there is just something extraordinary about it. Now, you may be thinking how easy it is to fall in love with a baby. Squishy. Cute. Chubby cheeks. Yes, true. But what about when that new baby is 5, 8, or 14?
My sweet friend was able to pick up her new son for another overnight visit and they chose to stay with me. I watched a momma change diapers, help with muscle stretches, and dress her new boy. Her sweet, adorable, happy, 8-year-old boy. I watched this precious boy, who supposedly has major trauma and anxiety over going to respite just fall into love with his momma's tickles, hugs, kisses, and playful engagement. You see, I believe a child knows when they are loved and wanted.
Foster care is hard. It is needed. Desperately. When a family decides to foster a child or children, there is some amount of distance. Even when they try their best to love on a child...there just is. I am not sure if this is because no matter what you do, you know they are "not yours"....or if it just the self-protection that comes with the territory no matter how hard you try to go "all-in". In turn, I believe the child knows and feels they are different. Not wanted. Unloveable. Therefore, their hope is deferred. Hope for a forever family put on hold. Hope for what was or should have been can diminish and fade.
So when that moment happens when a child is scooped up and made part of the family. When he is grafted into the tree with tender love and care, he knows. He knows he is lovable. She knows that she is special and wanted. He knows you will care for me even in the poops of life.
So tonight, first hand, I was able to see a glimpse of Proverbs 13:12 transform a special boy. This sweet young man melted into his momma's arms as she rocked, tickled, and played. Connecting and lovingly looking into his eyes and heart. In return, he giggled, laughed, and even teased in return. I believe, his dreams are coming true because there is pure joy in his sweet life. Thanks God.
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Hope & Healing with TBRI®
According to NationalAdoptionDay.org, there are
approximately 100,000 children in the United States living in the uncertainty
of foster care while waiting for an adoptive family. With an average wait of 4
years, more than 23,000 children are aging out of the system with no family or
permanent home. Right here in Kansas, as
of 8/31/2015 there
were 6,464 children in foster care in an out of home placement and another
1,025 waiting for a forever family. (www.dcf.ks.gov) That is a large number of children living in
our towns that have relationship-based disturbances stemming from histories of
abuse, neglect and/or trauma. And those
hurts do not disappear overnight when adopted into caring loving families.
In
spite of the fact that these children are adopted into families that have
participated in 30 hours of state-mandated training, attachment problems,
behavior problems, and social problems manifest in these children frequently.
Often causing additional problems and trauma within the members of the adoptive
family. Many times, these children are often labeled with numerous mental
health diagnoses such as oppositional defiant disorder (ODD), reactive
attachment disorder
(RAD), Attention
Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder, (ADHD), as well as many others and then they are known as an alphabet
soup rather than the precious child(ren) they truly are. And in all reality, we must remember the
cause is the adverse childhood trauma.
Being
aware and identifying the fact that our children have experienced trauma is by
no means permission for the behavior.
Quite the opposite is true. In
fact, since we know that these children have been hurt relationally, we must
help them heal in a relational manner as well.
This is where Dr. Karyn Purvis and Dr. David Cross at Texas Christian
University’s Institute of Child Development have made such advances with the
development of Trust-Based Relational Intervention® (TBRI®). TBRI® is a parenting approach for all
children but we are focused on children from hard places. It combines structure and nurture in a way
that teaches respect and compliance while also being loving and playful.
TBRI®
provides parents, as well as other caregivers, teachers, and professionals ways
to connect with, empower and correct the children. What makes this approach so effective is the
fact that it addresses the past relational trauma that adopted kids have
experienced while giving parents the skills needed to help their children heal.
The skills developed during training utilize the most current brain and
behavioral research.
Many
times, when adoptive families reach out for help they are deep in crisis or
sliding there quickly and want to manage behaviors quickly and swiftly. With TBRI® the main focus is really on three
main principles: empowering, connecting, and correcting. Empowering principles
focus on the physiological (internal/physical) and the ecological
(eternal/environmental) needs of the child. Next, the connecting principles
address the attachment and relational needs. Lastly, the correcting principles
will bring about and teach self-regulation, boundaries, and healthy behaviors.
The
first focus is empowering. A child must
learn that they have a voice, and a voice that matters. When we are born into a safe, stable, loving
family we learn this during the first year of life when we hear tens of
thousand “yeses” to our most basic needs being met. However, for the child from the hard place,
we must recreate those developmental needs in current time through felt safety
in safe, structured environments that provide sensory rich activities; proper
nutrition with frequent snacks to maintain stable blood sugar levels; and
adequate sleep and regular physical activity.
Connecting
principles enable both child and parent (or caregiver) to experience personal
and interpersonal activities and behaviors that build trust and secure
attachments. Our same infant born into that safe, stable, loving family learned
through the external regulation of a mother that was attuned to the needs of
the child from food, to diaper changes, to comfort. Now our caregiver must learn to be mindful of
non-verbal cues so that adverse behaviors and basic survival instincts of
fight, flight, freeze can be avoided long before a response happens. Playful
engagement produces trust and warmth between children and their caregivers.
Additionally, it takes about 400 repetitions to learn something new but only
about 12 if you learn it while engaged in play. Who wouldn’t want that
short-cut!
Finally,
are the correcting principles of TBRI®.
As previously mentioned, many parents want to jump to the first,
however, if we meet the basic needs of the child and are connecting, this often
easily fall into place. These strategies
are very proactive and really designed as preventative teaching done through
practicing of life scripts such as: “use your words”, “with respect”, and
“Oops, try again”. During this time, caregivers should
be mindful of using the IDEAL response; the acronym is a simple reminder for
care givers to:
I—Respond immediately to the
behavior (Hester,
Hendrickson, & Gable, 2009) because research proves that
learning is greatest when the response is in swift temporal proximity to the
behavior.
D—Respond directly to the
child through eye contact, giving them undivided attention, and bringing them
nearer to you physically for teaching and guidance (Danforth, 2006) because
research documents significant shifts in brain chemistry and activity during
eye contact and proximity.
E—Respond in an efficient
and measured manner. This is reflected in Levels of Response, in which
caregivers use the least amount of firmness, corrective effort, and verbal
directive that is required to correct the behavior (Hester, Hendrickson, & Gable, 2009).
This strategy also helps children gain trust, knowing adults will not overreact
to their behaviors
A—The response is action-based.
Redirect the child to practice an appropriate behavior alternative. Physically
lead them through a real-life “re-do” when possible. Once the “re-do” is
successful (because they used the appropriate alternative behavior), praise the
child (Heimlich
& Ardoin, 2008; Hohnke & Sur, 1999; Reed, 1996).
L—Level the response at
the behavior, not at the child. Never reject the child as a person,
only
respond to the behavior (Barber & Harmon, 2002; Mills & Rubin,
1998).
It
is vitally important to keep in mind that children with histories of complex
developmental trauma have unique struggles and challenges for caregivers as
they work to meet those needs. TBRI® is
a relationship-based model that can be carried out by nurturing and insightful
caregivers and implemented in nearly every environment. It is very holistic in nature, cost
effective, and has huge potential for creating positive impact for children from
hard places. The most difficult hurdle
to overcome, is that of the caregivers need to learn the skills of mindfulness
and self-reflection of our own emotional triggers and responses we have
developed from our own childhood experiences, parenting and attachment styles.
However, once that is done, you will hopefully be pleasantly surprised by the
“ah-ha” moments and optimism that TBRI® brings.
Barber B. K.,
Harmon E. L. Violating the self: Parental psychological control of children and
adolescents. In: Barber B. K., editor. Intrusive parenting: How psychological
control affects children and adolescents. Washington, DC: American
Psychological Association; 2002.
Danforth J. S. Parent training for families of children with
comorbid ADHD and ODD. International Journal of Behavioral Consultation &
Therapy. 2006;2(1):45–64.
Heimlich J. E., Ardoin N. M. Understanding behavior to
understand behavior change: A literature review. Environmental Education
Research. 2008;14(3):215–237.
Hester P. P.,
Hendrickson J. M., Gable R. A. Forty years later: The value of praise,
ignoring, and rules for preschoolers at risk for behavior disorders. Education
and Treatment of Children. 2009;32(4):513–535.
Hohnke C. D.,
Sur M. Development of the visual pathways: Effects of neural activity. Mental
Retardation and Developmental Disabilities Research Reviews. 1999;5(1):51–59.
Mills R. S.
L., Rubin K. H. Are behavioral and psychological control both differentially
associated with childhood aggression and social withdrawal? Canadian Journal of
Behavioral Science. 1998;30(2):132–136.
Purvis
K.B, Cross D.R., Dansereau D.F., Parris
S.R. Trust-Based Relational Intervention (TBRI): A Systemic Approach to
Complex Developmental Trauma Child Youth Serv. 2013 Oct; 34(4): 360–386.
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The necessity of experience. New Haven, CT: Yale University Press; 1996.
Saturday, October 17, 2015
...A Redemptive Response...
I am sitting here tonight sobbing. Such a painful reminder of how wonderful adoption is and how messy hurtful adoption is. I am reminded of a beautiful woman; you may have heard of her ~ Katie Davis.... and a wonderful quote:
“Adoption is a redemptive response to tragedy that happens in this broken world.”
YES it is. I was blessed to watch a redemptive response play out this weekend. You see my friend drove over 6 hours to stay at my house last night so she could go and meet her new son today. God is SO good. They have been praying over this boy for months....no, really probably over a year...you see one of the extra special things about this; I put in interest to adopt this boy and his sisters. I was turned down because I was a single woman (funny that now I have 5 kids in my home! LOL)...but this sweet boy has been separated from his sisters. Honestly, we aren't really sure why. It seems so not fair as there wasn't a safety concern for any of them. But this sweet boy is in a wheelchair. He has cerebral palsy. But boy oh boy is he precious. OH, and the other great thing about this beautiful story: This is THE very same friend that thought about expressing interest in my new son. GOD IS SO GOOD. He new we would become 'aunties' to these sweet babies.
Like I said, my friend arrived late Friday night and I got them settled for a good night sleep so they could get up early this morning to meet their boy. And I was fortunate enough to meet them and enjoy a simply amazing day listening to he infectious laughs and giggles. Oh how he LOVED his new brother pushing him in his wheelchair....get him to go faster and faster. Better yet, turning his wheels into a bumper car 'tagging' the other boys made us all have a good belly laugh. Over and over. God is awesome really. When He places the lonely into families, He knows. He knits them together....not from momma's womb...but knit together just the same.
And then theres the tragedy. You see, I just spent a good 40 minutes allowing my 7 year old daughter sob in my arms. Visceral deep sobs. Because I we said prayers and were thankful for a family coming together...the wounds were opened a little wider and a little deeper. Lil' Miss just wished and wanted to be able to live with her mom. When we talked more, she said she knows that it will never happen and its not possible. And she wanted to know where she is.... Well, at last knowledge, I know she has been arrested for several felony counts of identify theft and fraud in two different counties. I also will not lie to a child. So in the most tender way, I asked if she really wanted to know...even if it made her sad or hurt. She did. So I told her. We had a good release of sadness and pain. Afterward, we did as we should....and turned our hearts to Jesus and prayed. Knowing we must pray for Mom to find Jesus so she will want Him more than the drugs that are currently controlling her.
We are not extraordinary women doing amazing things. No we or rather ordinary, allowing God to use us in messy complicated situations caused by a broken world. Women that aren't afraid of the poops of life. Women that know even for all the frustrating moments that we want to pull our hair out, that these children are precious. They deserve to know that they are special. God loves them. We love them. We love them through all the mess. We clean them up and help them be a little better.
We are not extraordinary women doing amazing things. No we or rather ordinary, allowing God to use us in messy complicated situations caused by a broken world. Women that aren't afraid of the poops of life. Women that know even for all the frustrating moments that we want to pull our hair out, that these children are precious. They deserve to know that they are special. God loves them. We love them. We love them through all the mess. We clean them up and help them be a little better.
So there it is.... wrapped up in less that 24 hours. the joy and heartache. I ask you to pray. Pray for the orphans that still have not met their forever family....pray for the families that still do not know that this is their calling. Pray for hope, healing, and redemptive love and grace for all involved.
Tuesday, July 14, 2015
Tuesday, July 7, 2015
Vacation, Baby. Baby Vacation.... nope, VACATION BABY! A miracle in the making
This day was a roller coaster of emotions and shows how "in flux" and unpredictable the life we lead in foster care is.
First let me start with today is the first day of a short but much needed vacation. I am heading about 6 hours away to a friends house to visit. They live way out in the country and are a large adoptive family...so I know they won't mind the craziness of me and my 4 fosters! Also, I have a big BIG day toward permanency for my three oldest fosters. We have our Best Interest Staffing this afternoon. I am stressed...mainly because there are those that don't believe a single mom can/should adopt. Let alone 3 full FASer kiddos. But you know what...they need a family. They need ME. Mom, who has been here for the last 2.5+ & 1.5+ years. Mom who advocate for what they need at school. Mom who teaches and teaches over and over and over and over...you get the point. Anyway I am glad to be driving on vacation...as it will keep my mind off things.
SO...now for the shocker part of the day...now that it is about over, I may be able to relate what happened during the last 11 hours!!
We were on the road...ueventfully...car packed with 4 kids...and luggage for an army! Yes we were only going for 5 days. GOOD GRIEF!!!...anyway we hit the road by 7:00am and I was proud! Eekers has never been on vacation...and its safe to say the 3 hour car ride when he was delivered to my house was probable his longest time in the car. ever. No worries, though. I planned. I packed squishy toys - just in case he got mad and beaned me in the head while traveling at 80 mph...i would not be knocked out. I had color wonder books for everyone, the DVD player and movies, reading materials, snacks, drinks....you name it. We were set!
It was a great day of driving too. I pulled off the highway to drive off about a half mile to get right up under the windmills. I pulled the car to an area that we were sill about 200' from it and opened the windows to let them all listen to the WOOOOSH WOOOOSH WOOOOSH WOOOOSH
I was inundated with requests to get out...but my sanity was still with me. Iron Man, Little Bit, and Li'l Miss would have been ok. (I mean seriously after our adventures in the islands...heck, why not!!) BUT Eekers on the other hand....I still can not trust him to not turn and burn! I mean a plus we are in the middle of fields...and he is shorter than the blade...but I would certainly end up trespassing....soo never mind. We will save that for another day.
After several minutes Eskers began to live up to his name....so on the road we went. As we got on the road, I received a call from an odd number....Ohio. I don't answer odd numbers. I also got an email. Hmm...ok. Now I will have to check you up:
My friend that I am traveling to see and I have talked many times about being home-study ready for special needs adoptions. So many kids need willing families. As a licensed foster home....I have a current home assessment. I have "put in" for a couple kids...but nothing ever happens so whatever, right. God just asks us to be willing and I have my hands full! (AND I still don't know WHY I said yes to little Eskers....gawd that boy is a handful of a hot-mess!) ANYWAY....way back last week on July 1st...this post came up on Facebook
and my exact though... "clubbed hands and feet...I could totally parent that boy...thats just surgery and giving him the belief that he can do anything!" So I sent and email and filed out some paperwork... and saw his sweet face
thinking although "I can do this" but at the same time "nothing comes of these"....and I was right. On July 3rd...Special Angels announced he was match with a family but asked me to consider a little girl: 4 months old, short statured and Deaf (Hey, I know ASL....sure why not.)
But here I was in the car....a phone call and an email...
Sara was calling me and I have to admit it was a quick conversation. "...the family for that boy backed out. Will you allow us to re-present you to the birth family?" Immediately and without a millisecond of thought "YES...of course!!"
And I hung up the phone. I said, "OK God, I am willing....but if this is you, this had to go quickly, smoothly, and very inexpensively!" Yes, I threw out my fleece for God....I mean come on we ALL KNOW how expensive private adoptions are....right? (Hmmph....I'll have to add another to our list of myths and misconceptions!!!!!)
anyway.....let's get back to the day.
We drove for about another 30 minutes and stopped for lunch. This time while pulling off the highway my car began to make some really odd noises....grinding and clunking. AND momma started praying. I mean seriously. I am still about 3 hours away from my destination and I have 4 crazy kids with me. LORD HELP!!! I pulled into McDonalds and had the kids sit still...I did a quick one over and everything looked good....I also checked the fluid levels....ok prayers. And a quick lashing at satan. NO SIR, you will not steal my joy....and you will not fuel self-doubt about what I just said yes to!! I would be lying if I left it at it was that easy. See it was there:
"You can't do this" "You can't parent another....."
"Your single" "Look at the needy kids you have!"
"How can you even function without a husband when your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and you have no help?"
One good rebuke and we all go out and ate lunch. I know if this is God's desire, he can work it all out. We had a great quick lunch...without any major meltdowns. SUCCESS!! Potty trips and back onto the road. Car was fine....everything was good.
I arrived at my destination and started to fill my friend in. She immediately filled my ever emptying cup: YOU CAN DO THIS! YOU ARE GETTING A SON!!
and moments later my phone rang.....it was Sara, "He's yours!! The family chose YOU! He's yours if you are willing"
YES
YES
YES!!!!!!! I leapt inside....and motioned to my friend rocking and swinging an invisible baby in my arms and pointed to ME! And the room spun briefly. WHAT GOD.....ME???? You really want ME???
Back to Sara....I can expect a call from the hospital social worker...but here's her information......
Miracles happen when we are just willing to say "Yes, God"
PART 2 TOMORROW
First let me start with today is the first day of a short but much needed vacation. I am heading about 6 hours away to a friends house to visit. They live way out in the country and are a large adoptive family...so I know they won't mind the craziness of me and my 4 fosters! Also, I have a big BIG day toward permanency for my three oldest fosters. We have our Best Interest Staffing this afternoon. I am stressed...mainly because there are those that don't believe a single mom can/should adopt. Let alone 3 full FASer kiddos. But you know what...they need a family. They need ME. Mom, who has been here for the last 2.5+ & 1.5+ years. Mom who advocate for what they need at school. Mom who teaches and teaches over and over and over and over...you get the point. Anyway I am glad to be driving on vacation...as it will keep my mind off things.
SO...now for the shocker part of the day...now that it is about over, I may be able to relate what happened during the last 11 hours!!
We were on the road...ueventfully...car packed with 4 kids...and luggage for an army! Yes we were only going for 5 days. GOOD GRIEF!!!...anyway we hit the road by 7:00am and I was proud! Eekers has never been on vacation...and its safe to say the 3 hour car ride when he was delivered to my house was probable his longest time in the car. ever. No worries, though. I planned. I packed squishy toys - just in case he got mad and beaned me in the head while traveling at 80 mph...i would not be knocked out. I had color wonder books for everyone, the DVD player and movies, reading materials, snacks, drinks....you name it. We were set!
It was a great day of driving too. I pulled off the highway to drive off about a half mile to get right up under the windmills. I pulled the car to an area that we were sill about 200' from it and opened the windows to let them all listen to the WOOOOSH WOOOOSH WOOOOSH WOOOOSH
I was inundated with requests to get out...but my sanity was still with me. Iron Man, Little Bit, and Li'l Miss would have been ok. (I mean seriously after our adventures in the islands...heck, why not!!) BUT Eekers on the other hand....I still can not trust him to not turn and burn! I mean a plus we are in the middle of fields...and he is shorter than the blade...but I would certainly end up trespassing....soo never mind. We will save that for another day.
After several minutes Eskers began to live up to his name....so on the road we went. As we got on the road, I received a call from an odd number....Ohio. I don't answer odd numbers. I also got an email. Hmm...ok. Now I will have to check you up:
My friend that I am traveling to see and I have talked many times about being home-study ready for special needs adoptions. So many kids need willing families. As a licensed foster home....I have a current home assessment. I have "put in" for a couple kids...but nothing ever happens so whatever, right. God just asks us to be willing and I have my hands full! (AND I still don't know WHY I said yes to little Eskers....gawd that boy is a handful of a hot-mess!) ANYWAY....way back last week on July 1st...this post came up on Facebook
and my exact though... "clubbed hands and feet...I could totally parent that boy...thats just surgery and giving him the belief that he can do anything!" So I sent and email and filed out some paperwork... and saw his sweet face
thinking although "I can do this" but at the same time "nothing comes of these"....and I was right. On July 3rd...Special Angels announced he was match with a family but asked me to consider a little girl: 4 months old, short statured and Deaf (Hey, I know ASL....sure why not.)
But here I was in the car....a phone call and an email...
Sara was calling me and I have to admit it was a quick conversation. "...the family for that boy backed out. Will you allow us to re-present you to the birth family?" Immediately and without a millisecond of thought "YES...of course!!"
And I hung up the phone. I said, "OK God, I am willing....but if this is you, this had to go quickly, smoothly, and very inexpensively!" Yes, I threw out my fleece for God....I mean come on we ALL KNOW how expensive private adoptions are....right? (Hmmph....I'll have to add another to our list of myths and misconceptions!!!!!)
anyway.....let's get back to the day.
We drove for about another 30 minutes and stopped for lunch. This time while pulling off the highway my car began to make some really odd noises....grinding and clunking. AND momma started praying. I mean seriously. I am still about 3 hours away from my destination and I have 4 crazy kids with me. LORD HELP!!! I pulled into McDonalds and had the kids sit still...I did a quick one over and everything looked good....I also checked the fluid levels....ok prayers. And a quick lashing at satan. NO SIR, you will not steal my joy....and you will not fuel self-doubt about what I just said yes to!! I would be lying if I left it at it was that easy. See it was there:
"You can't do this" "You can't parent another....."
"Your single" "Look at the needy kids you have!"
"How can you even function without a husband when your car breaks down in the middle of nowhere and you have no help?"
One good rebuke and we all go out and ate lunch. I know if this is God's desire, he can work it all out. We had a great quick lunch...without any major meltdowns. SUCCESS!! Potty trips and back onto the road. Car was fine....everything was good.
I arrived at my destination and started to fill my friend in. She immediately filled my ever emptying cup: YOU CAN DO THIS! YOU ARE GETTING A SON!!
and moments later my phone rang.....it was Sara, "He's yours!! The family chose YOU! He's yours if you are willing"
YES
YES
YES!!!!!!! I leapt inside....and motioned to my friend rocking and swinging an invisible baby in my arms and pointed to ME! And the room spun briefly. WHAT GOD.....ME???? You really want ME???
Back to Sara....I can expect a call from the hospital social worker...but here's her information......
Miracles happen when we are just willing to say "Yes, God"
PART 2 TOMORROW
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