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Babies. There is nothing more delicious and sweet than holding and cuddling a newborn sweet baby, to interact with a toddler and watch them discover the world, to talk with a preschooler and hear how their little brain processes the world around them. Did you know that right now in San Diego County there are more than 1400 babies (ages 5 and under) that are in foster care? A typical county foster home can house anywhere from 1-8 children at a time depending on space and it is never guaranteed how long each child stays in the same home. What this really means is kids get bounced around never truly finding a “home.”
Ronnie and I have always talked about adoption, but very idealistically. The conversation was “it would be so awesome to adopt,” or “if we ever have an extra 30k we can adopt (hehe).” Foster care was something I didn’t really want to consider, it seemed too painful to think about having to give a baby back. About a year ago I was getting ready for bed one night and the Lord placed foster care on my heart. It was one of those moments where I needed to sleep…. as a momma of three at the time and pregnant I NEEDED to sleep but my brain and my heart were wide awake. I sat up on my phone for 2 more hours researching everything I could about foster care and specifically agencies here in San Diego.
I found Angels. This agency is amazing. They specialize in kids ages birth – 6 and they give their whole hearts to these kiddos. They have very specific rules to allow each child to flourish with their placement families, for instance each home is only open to one child at a time (with exception for sibling sets) and their home is the ONLY home they will have until they are permanently adopted or reunited with their parents. This allows children to really create a bond with a loving parent figure and develop well.
Six months ago Ronnie and I attended their informational meeting. I was ready to sign up then and there and take a baby home #givemeallthebabies Turns out they don’t encourage you to take on a newborn when you are already 8 months pregnant. #weirdos Just Kidding. I totally get why, but man we wanted to get started right that second!
We are close to starting our journey in foster care. We need to fix a couple things around the house (for home inspection) and we would like Hadlie to be at least 6 months old (and sleeping through the night). We were pretty content with our plan…but it is still present on my heart. I think even more so as I look at my perfect little girl and think about how it would break my heart to be separated from her. That’s the thing about foster care, you get the chance to love on a baby and snuggle the heck out of him/her but you also have to become the parent’s biggest cheerleader. Rooting for reconciliation, praying for that family, becoming the child’s advocate and wanting what is best for HIM/HER. It’s going to be hard. like SUPER DUPER DUPER hard, but it’s a pain worth enduring.
Right now, while I can’t actually house a child I can talk about foster care with other people. Remind them that there is such a need!! Just last week Angels foster care had to turn away EIGHT babies…EIGHT!! They need qualified families to love on these little ones.
By far the most important thing I can do right now is PRAY. Pray for these little ones, pray for their parents, pray for the families that are going to welcome them into their homes, pray for the employees in the agency that are lovingly placing these children. God loves them far more than we can.
Will you join me in praying?
If you are interested more in foster care please contact Angels or comment/email me. I would love to chat!
Blessings from my family to yours.
Life has hit us hard lately.
I wasn’t ready to talk about it. I’m still not sure I am really ready. Sometimes, there is something very comforting about holding your own pain close, not sharing. But I have the privilege of living in community and that requires being open, honest, and vulnerable.
But I’m ready to get back to blogging and I don’t feel like I can move forward without looking back.
At the end of March we found out we were expecting baby #4. Ronnie and I were so excited and overwhelmed at the same moment. We couldn’t wait to welcome another life into our family, to have another sweet baby to squish and love.
We immediately started looking at real estate to move since our quaint 2 bed/1 bath had already started to feel tight, adding another little person was going to make us burst.
My birthday is the beginning of April so we waited until my birthday dinners to surprise both sides of the family. Zoie & Pennie were ecstatic to find out they were having another baby and already praying for a sister.
We couldn’t wait to see the doctor and get an official due date (other than the app on my phone).
It was the end of April and a busy day for Ronnie and this being baby #4, I decided to do the first appointment alone.
Everything was okay at the beginning. Then it wasn’t. I have seen and experienced enough ultrasounds at this point to feel when something is wrong. My stomach sunk, I was fighting tears, the lump in my throat made it impossible to breathe. There wasn’t a heartbeat, and the baby was impossibly small for how far along I was. I asked the doctor to check again, then one more time. I asked for blood tests to make sure and she assured me she was 100% positive the baby wasn’t viable.
There are plenty of things to be grateful in my life. More than I can list, but in the moment I was empty. The baby I longed for wasn’t going to join our family. I was terribly sad and scared of the process ahead of me. My doctor rubbed my back and assured me we can try again in the future. I am grateful for that, but not what I was concerned with at the moment. I was grieving THIS life. My baby who I will not get to hold.
By an act of the Lord, I was able to drive home and had to break the news to Ronnie. There is something so heartbreaking about watching your husband cry over one of your children. Like experiencing the pain all over again. We cried together and called our family and best friends.
It was a phone call that no one should have to make, but I’m glad we did. I’m glad we told others we were expecting. They walked us through this, they cried on the phone with us, they even got angry with us when we needed it the most.
We waited 3 weeks after the horrible ultrasound for the miscarriage to actually happen. It was a sorrowful time of grieving and waiting to grieve.
It has all passed now. We are picking up the pieces and moving on, but not forgetting. For the first time ever we both had a strong feeling the baby was a boy (we always wait to find out the gender until the baby is born & we have never had strong inclination). We decided to roll with it and name our baby.
Urijah Weston Robison is our son that we never got to hold. Named after two men that left the earth too soon, but passionately loved our Lord.
God has healed our family, we are so blessed.
Blessings from our family to yours,
I hate when I do something inconsiderate.
I posted this picture on Instagram a few days ago with the hash tag #firstworldproblems. I have a love hate relationship with that particular hash tag.
I appreciate that we are recognizing that these are not huge problems, more often than not it is dealing with the luxuries we have in life. Most of them are humerous. But are they important?
After I posted this, while waiting in line at said hardware store, I began to think about people in my life that have REAL problems. A friend struggling in her marriage, another with a struggling business, a sick loved one, an uneasy pregnancy. Situations in life that can’t be made light of with a silly hash tag.
I’m not making any argument against our #firstworldproblems, my thought is this… i need to be considerate of real situations.. and the thing I need to do is pray.
It has recently been brought to my attention that prayer IS an action. I used to believe if you can’t do anything else to help than JUST pray. Prayer is to important to put a JUST in front of it. Prayer should always be the first step.
If I spent less time complaining and more time praying for my own situations and even more for others, I think my heart would be better. Be warmer, be more encouraging. ..
But I would have less to post on Instagram and I’m pretty sure that’s a good thing. 🙂
Blessings from our family to yours.
I haven’t ever participated in something for Lent before. In fact, I was the girl was confused why people were walking around with dirt on their foreheads. Whoops.
This year, I am going to be participating with a journal.
I just received it from Naptime Diaries. There are four sections HOPE, FOLLOW, LIVE, BLESSING. There is Scripture and a journal prompt each day.
My goal is to journal and instagram a photo that correspondes. I will be posting and would love for you to follow along and/or participate. #40daysofjesus
I’m excited to see the journey through Lent which leads us right up to Good Friday and into Easter. My girls are getting a little older and Zoie is asking so many questions, I think it’s going to be a very special Easter this year.
Can’t wait to get started! ! (Wednesday)
Blessings from our family to yours.
That was Zoie’s prayer this morning during Bible Time (a.k.a. Breakfast)
We were talking to the Littles about how to pray to God using the ACTS acronym.
A – Adoration
C – Confession
T – Thanksgiving
S – Supplication
This is something I have only recently become consistent with and it has been such a blessing. So today I made these little flash cards to help explain it to the girls.
We start with ADORATION. A time to praise God for simply being God.
“O Lord, our Lord, How majestic is Your name in all the earth! you have set Your glory about the heavens!” Psalm 8:1
“Great and marvelous are Your works, Lord God Almighty! righteous and true are Your ways, King of the nations! Who will not fear You, O Lord, and glorify Your name? For You alone are holy. All nations will come and worship before You, For Your righteous acts have been revealed.” Revelation 15:3-4
Confession. A time to confess any sin, even the hidden sin in our hearts. We explained it as being sorry for our sins. Pennie prayed “I’m sorry for doing all the naughty things!”
“Your eyes see the way people live, and You see all their steps. There is no darkness or deep shadow where people who do evil can hide. You do not need to examine them further, that they should come before You in judgment.” Job 34:21-23
“I will remember your works, O Lord; Surely, I will remember your wonders of long ago. I will meditate on all your works and consider all your mighty deeds. Your way, O God, is holy. What God is so great as you? You are thr God who works wonders; you have revealed your strength among the peoples. You redeemed your people with your power, the descendants of Jacob & Joseph. ” Psalm 77:11-15
Supplication. A time to make your requests known to God. The girls asked for boo boos to be healed and for a great day. It starts simple, but I know God heard their request.
“When I ask, it will be given to me; when I seek, I will find; when I knock, the door will be opened to me. For everyone who asks recieves; everyone who seeks finds; and to everyone who knocks, the door will be opened.” (Matthew 7:7-8; Luke 11:9-10)
Prayer is one of the best gifts given. I’m so thankful my kiddos are kinda getting it.
Blessings from our family to yours!
Quiet time, Bible study, God time… everyone has a different name for it.
First thing. Early mornings. Top of the list. Think dark mornings and quiet homes.
All I know is it’s
Get the point?
I give myself excuses all the time.
— the baby was up 3x last night
— it’s the holidays
— I’ll do it this afternoon when the kids are napping.
— I think I’m getting a cold.
Isn’t that when I need time with my Savior the most? When I am weak and tired?
How are we supposed to know what God’s will is if we aren’t in His Word?
I love the “Christianese” sayings of
– “in the Lord’s timing”
– “if it’s in His will”
– ” God’s will be done”
How the heck are we gonna know if we don’t know our Bibles?
Don’t think I am above all this. Not even a little bit. This post is a personal pep talk to kick those excuses in the rear.
I have been a Christian for 23rd and only in the last 2 years has this become a life changing habit.
Every morning @ 5:15. (With exceptions of my failures)
It’s the most important thing I can accomplish each day. Even above feeding my kids (gasp!!)
[*disclaimer. .. my kids are well fed. Except when I serve broccoli and/or chilli (weirdos)]
GOD first. Plain as that. So plan it. Without a plan, we WILL fail.
Praying for success today my friends.
P.s. If you are looking for a place to start.. because just opening the Bible and reading can be dauting… i would love to pray and help. Send me a message.