first born

this is my gracie. she is a spit fire, yet quiet. outspoken, yet reserved. feminine but tough. she's my mini-me. I pray that the Lord would reveal Himself to her and that she would grow into a beautiful godly woman; serving others first and passionate in her love for Him.

some might argue with our decision to adopt children older than her. they might say that it will make her feel "slighted" or she'll lose her birth right as the first born. my gracie will always be my first baby girl. she will always hold that special place in our family as the big sister. when our ethiopian beauties join our family, gracie will come alongside them and be a big sister to them too, although they will have a few years on her. there will be many, many things that she will help them learn and do. they will need her so! she longs for her sisters to come. to share her bedroom, her american girl dolls, her crayons, her swing set and her life. she has shed tears at times "missing" her sisters. some might argue, but they don't know my gracie.

Happy Birthday 6 Year Old!

My boy...

Today during church we shared in the Lord's Supper. A usual communion Sunday takes place after all the kids are dismissed to Sunday school. Today was a little different. So that everyone, including Sunday school teachers and helpers could partake, communion was served before Sunday school. My little ones were very curious about this passing out of "treats". As the "wine" was being passed, Jack's eyes as big as saucers watched as I took it out of the tray and held it quietly. He looked at me, and then the tiny little cup, leaned in slowly and whispered "Can I have a sip?”

As we were waiting for the ushers to serve everyone, my sweet boy puts his soft little arm around my neck and says "I lud you Mommy". My heart melted.

I never knew what a joy it would be to have a son. The bond between mother and son is different than mother and daughter. I can’t explain it, and don’t know if I will ever be able to put my finger on it. What I do know is that it is an honor and privilege to raise him into a godly man. The Lord has entrusted me to care for my children and grow them in the way they should go. Who am I to carry out this task?! I am a failure much of the time. But in those God given moments when we get a taste of the sweet fruit, I am in awe that I have been so blessed. (I'll be braggin on Gracie later!)