798 - 897 Eucharisteo

798. Having a friend to cry with all day
799. Sitting still
800. Facing my greatest fears with love
801. The Holy Spirit bursting in my chest, so alive, demanding my attention
802. Meeting the women at the well
803. Compassion
804. Love
805. Christmas break
806. Physically working out, strengthening my muscles
807. Strengthening my spiritual muscles with prayer
808. Crazy Love by Francis Chan
809. Finger paint
810. Layer of colors, touches, learning opportunities, history = beauty
811. Love
812. Accountability from Kellie
813. Mom who encourages self care and sleep, once a Mom, always a Mom
814. Perfect frost
815. Being still and watching tiny snowflakes fall
816. Repenting for the pace my life and often neglecting the beauty out my front door
817. Committing to pressing the pause button more often
818. Excitement to see little bro and Trisha
819. Big brother who works so hard with a positive spirit
820. Losing her favorite toy and using it as a creative teaching time for Lillian
821. Hubby who makes a special trip to pick up Lillian’s lost treasure
822. Unexpected meetings
823. Feeling peace about our adoption
824. Love
825. Christmas cookies everywhere
826. Encouragement from Kelsey
827. Fondue and board games with little brother
828. Curry night with the Metsons
829. Christmas Eve service
830. Candle light
831. Nicole
832. Baby Jesus on a popsicle stick
833. The opportunity to serve Tiny Timbers
834. Snuggling sad babes, chasing the boys, gluing puff balls, marching in a circle, singing
835. Four trips to the potty making a chu-chu train of kidos holding hands
836. Gusts of wind pounding the house and blasting the trees, feeling safe inside
837. A new bright purple jacket. Absolutely love it!
838. Going out to lunch by myself (this might be the first time ever)
839. People watching and dipping bread into my savory soup
840. Ease dropping on a conversation between mother and teenage daughter
841. Praying for Lillian’s teenage years
842. Burning the Christmas log
843. Sharing about Open House
844. Lillian snuggling with Great Aunt Barb
845. Stuffed
846. Spontaneous “Twinkle Twinkle” songs
847. Bubble bath, Lillian making sure I will let her get back into the bathtub if she leaves to poop
848. Trying to communicate to a two-year-old (who treasures her bathtime) that she really should be sitting on the potty to avoid any floaters
849. Neighbors who watch over our home when we are gone
850. Hubby who is working hard
851. Hubby who asks me the tough question and allows me to respond
852. Hugs
853. Texts from Debra
854. 20 min nap
855. Smooth flights
856. Looking out the airplane window and marveling at God
857. Warm homes
858. Hugs from family we have missed
859. Ruth glowing
860. Tinkerbelle costume
861. Advice nurses
862. Ability to assess situations and make informed decisions
863. Abundance of towels to catch the 6 vomit episodes (none on me!!!)
864. Being in a home when Lillian faints, not a public place or car
865. Family who supports and helps clean puke
866. Everyone is sick and I didn’t catch the bug
867. TAM!!! Where are you?
868. Lillian stating to Oma and Opa, “No, pee-pee in your pants. Pee-pee in the potty, K?”
869. New extra sharp knives! Yipee!
870. Generosity
871. The Holy Spirit
872. Grandpa Glen’s presence
873. Love
874. Asking questions
875. Stimulating conversation
876. Pushing Ruth around the neighborhood
877. Pink stools with green polka dots
878. Apples to Apples = laughter
879. 79 years old, played 12 rounds of dominoes, and WON!
880. Typing my thankful list and Lillian coming over to offer me to coffee
881. Taking a big sip of the most delicious imaginary coffee ever
882. Princess crowns, wands, glitter, silver slippers, wings, layers of dresses
883. Contagious laughter
884. Ducks won!
885. Spontaneous twinkle-twinkle songs in cars, restaurants, planes, grocery stores
886. Lillian asking for “Jesus children white and black” song
887. Clean dog
888. Surprise date night
889. Kellie making time for me despite her busy day
890. Surprise coffee date with Mom
891. Warm cinnamon roles
892. New, sharp knives
893. Reading Holy God together
894. Trusting God more
895. Chats with Anna
896. Humility over spelling the work ‘principals’ wrong in my entire paper
897. Compassionate supervisors

Jeremiah 29:11
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.

Proverbs 3:5
5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart;
do not depend on your own understanding.
6 Seek his will in all you do,
and he will show you which path to take.

Psalms 62:7
7 My victory and honor come from God alone.
He is my refuge, a rock where no enemy can reach me.

Mark 10:27
27 Jesus looked at them and said, “With man this is impossible, but not with God; all things are possible with God.”

1 Corinthians 10:31
31 So whether you eat or drink, or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.

It’s so easy to read these versus and understand from scripture that God has a very distinct purpose and plans for each and every one of us…..it’s just… sometimes hard to swallow. Especially when they aren’t the plans that you had. Friends, my prayer is that we can truly experience what God has vested out for our family. There is incredible things happening day in and day out for us in that NONE of which would be possible without constant prayer from family and friends. So THANK YOU. Your prayers are all that’s left of a once brilliant bouquet of earthly hopes and dreams…now shattered by reality, fear, and desire. Our plans for adoption have been ‘interrupted.’ As hard as it is to swallow and sit here and describe the painful facts of the matter, I humbly quiver in prayerful belief and trust that GOD is SO much bigger than the hopes and dreams that we make up. And He desperately seeks out a way to get through to me, telling me just that “11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.” I KNOW this….I’ve heard it millions of times but my faith seems weak as my family mourns the sudden bereavement of an adoption process that’s swept out from under us like a gust of wind that snares that finalized document from the tips of your fingertips just as you were about to hand deliver it….only to fall in the puddle….soaking, drenching and stained.
I CAN move on with happiness….content and trust. How...why? Because I believe in Jesus Christ…..I believe that God can work through me and my family and conquer ANY animosity that soaks into the cracks of our lives. I believe and know deep within my heart of hearts that someday, maybe not now….maybe not even in ten years….but someday God will deliver a beautiful child into our lives and we will be SO blessed...beyond comprehension and the joy will pour through our spirits filling our heart, our home, and our lives with love.
Or maybe not. And I’m ok with that friends. I’m here for God and I want God to use me….wait, let me rephrase that…I hope with EVERY beating vessel in my heart that God will use me for his greater plan that he has for me. And that makes me smile.
I just wanted to take a moment and thank each and every one of you for it was through all your financial support, prayers, and constant fellowship that we were able to be blessed with the opportunity to enter the adoption process. And it’s through Gods grace that we now have to wait for another time to possibly adopt a child. So THANK you so much from the bottom of my heart. Please keep me and my family in your prayers. God bless you all.