We spent a wonderful week in Orlando last week, loving the view of palm trees & beautiful swimming pools and lakes scattered around the property.
I accidentally deleted my memory card from my “real” camera… but I had a couple pics on my phone and Kate’s underwater camera.
This week, we are back at home and studying ancient Greece in our history unit. We’re headed out to a Greek café for dinner. I absolutely adore Greek food- yum!
I took photos of our friend’s baby for his 100th day yesterday. He wanted nothing to do with smiling, but she just asked for some decent snapshots of him to commemorate the 100th day (a big deal in Korea). Hopefully they will suffice!
I logged onto Facebook today and saw in the sidebar a little image of my status from a year ago. I have mixed feelings toward this flashback-status thing they’re doing. On one hand, I can see it being cool to see where you were 1-2 years ago. On the other hand, it is a painful reminder at times. Imagine if you’d posted about the loss of a parent or friend or child and you log in and see that reminder? For me, it was a post about our homestudy. One year ago, we had our homestudy for our Ethiopian adoption that wasn’t.
And I was sitting there, about to get to work editing a font, having a normal day, and I saw that reminder of our homestudy and went completely numb.
I’m not trying to be melodramatic here. No sympathy wanted or desired. I have good perspective and realize a failed adoption is not the end of the world. I have made peace with where we are with our 2 kids. I love my daughters.
And here’s the thing. There’s a small part of me that is thankful our adoption didn’t go through. We were in a different time and space in China. Our finances were different (thanks in no small part to the free housing and medical care from our company there). Our lives were different. Our future plans were different.
I don’t know that we could afford a 3rd child now- living in America. And I’m also really thankful for the life we have with 2 very-capable older kids who can do stuff on their own. It is a relief to not have to juggle a baby and baby gear and diapers.
And maybe that sounds selfish. And maybe it doesn’t sound very nice to say I’m both sad and relieved that we lost our adoption. If we’d stayed in China, I wouldn’t feel this way. But we couldn’t predict that we’d leave, and since we did- not adopting was probably the best choice.
So, for now, I get my baby-fix from this sweet little guy…
We love where we are now. We love Florida. We love the friendships we have here. And we would not go back to China and choose to be there instead of here. We are truly 100% grateful that things have ended up as they have. And I thank God for His timing.
I have a love-hate relationship with people saying that. I honestly have a love-hate relationship with all of the cliché things people say about God.
Warning: This post is about to take a steep dive into a tangent. It has nothing to do with me or my situation- it is just something I’ve been thinking about…
I hate when people pretend that the bad stuff is “good” by saying God only wants good things for you and a lot of other things that I personally feel are completely unBiblical and are taking scripture and not just stretching it but skewing it completely and then making it something it was never intended to be.
Here’s the thing: Bad stuff happens. Indifferent stuff happens. Good stuff happens. But no matter what happens, God can USE it for good in your life. God can bring good things into your life after the bad or through the bad.
But none of that changes the part where the bad is bad. Cancer is bad. And yes, cancer patients may receive some blessings during their cancer treatment. And it might end up bringing good things in their life that they wouldn’t have found any other way.
But let’s not lie and say the cancer is good. The cancer (car accident, hurricane that destroyed your house, whatever) is still bad.
I think we do a disservice to everyone when we throw little phrases at people and say “God has a special plan for you in this!” How about you just say “I’m sorry”? When did it become more Christian to pretend away the bad than to allow yourself real grief?