God’s Command & Random Tidbits

If you haven’t had a chance to enter our 9 Months Waiting Art giveaway…there’s still time.  You can CLICK HERE to enter or scroll down to the post below.  Up for grabs is a 10×10 “But as for me, I will always have hope.”  Psalm 71:14

Giveaway ends tomorrow, Friday the 19th, at midnight.

And if you don’t want to enter, I would at least recommend heading over and reading the comments.  I have read every single one of them and they are amazing.  I had a long time friend tell me that she was moved to tears because of some of the comments…they really are good…such testaments.

And thank you to everyone who has shared.

I’ve been thinking about this 9 months…August actually marks our 1 year into this journey…we submitted our application last August…wow!  A year seems just like a blink and in other ways like a crawl.  Usually I do our monthly giveaway and just quietly move on.  I don’t want to dwell on how much I hate not having my son home.  I do the giveaways because I once read something a long the lines of, “If you’re feeling down, give something away.”  Although I am excited and want to celebrate each month being closer to him, it still sucks not to have him home yet.  I’m not sure if anyone can really understand this feeling of having a child, but not knowing who he is or where he is or what circumstance he is in, but knowing he IS out there and you feel like absolutely going crazy while you wait to bring him home.  You feel nutty sometimes.  You don’t even know this child yet, haven’t even seen his face, but God has so tightly bonded our hearts to his.  I think it’s hard for others to understand unless they have walked in these shoes…just like there are many things I try and understand, but really I cannot even imagine how people feel in the situation they are in, unless I have actually been there myself.

I have a dear, sweet friend who recently lost her daddy.  Myself and another friend have really talked through how we are going to pray and be very specific about this time with her and what all we need to do for her to be supportive of her and her amazing family…not just now, but a year from now and 2 years from now and so on.  We talked about how we cannot fathom how she feels, but that if it were us, how would we want to be treated and loved on.  It was a big slap in the face for me, in the fact that I need to do this all the time, with everyone.  More than anything I want to love God and love others.  And God put it ever so clearly in His word,

Mark 12:28-31 “…he asked him, “Of all the commandments, which is the most important?”    ²⁹ “The most important one,” answered Jesus, “is this: ‘Hear, O Israel: The Lord our God, the Lord is one.^{[a] 30} Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind and with all your strength.’^{[b] 31} The second is this: ‘Love your neighbor as yourself.’^[c] There is no commandment greater than these.”

And I don’t like ending on sad or thought provoking words, so how about some complete random junk to get you back on track…you know this is how it is around here.

I am avoiding Harper’s quilt like the plague.  IF.I.ONLY.HAD.A QUILTING.MACHINE or a magic genie or just a bigger work space.  Twin sized quilts (or any size for that matter) that are ready to be quilted…top, middle and bottom ready to go are terribly not fun to move around and are awful to try and squish under your tiny sewing machine.  So this past weekend I painted.  Like I said, avoiding like the plague.

1 table, 6 chairs, one long church pew and more mason jars equals lots of sweat in this Tennessee heat.  But the end result was well worth it and I avoided all eye contact with Harper’s quilt.

I cannot imagine why, oh why, they literally drive her bonkers sometimes.  They are never in her personal space at all or underneath her heels all day long.  Ever.

My friend Brea (who needs to start blogging again) gave me this…

She really rocks and I may owe her big time now.  She also recommended that I go see The Help.

Absolutely amazing movie, but a terrible choice for an emotionally unstable momma.  Literally sat in my car and sobbed afterwards…we’re talking the big ugly cry…you know the kind.

And Mother’s Day out has turned out to be a Huddy love.  On our drive home, after picking him and Harper up on Tuesday, he said, “I decided not to fly home today because I liked it.”  Good thing it was not because he realized he couldn’t really fly 🙂  And today was great too.  Not one tear and he didn’t even look back.  Sol and I had our first official day completely alone.

And he loved it.  And I loved it.  It is so great to spend this time with him and he just talked and talked to me today.  He had a lot on his little mind.  Things like, “Mom, I’m Woody and Huddy is Buzz.  Harper is Jessie.  Momma you be Zurg and Daddy can be Bullseye.”  Deep thoughts people, deep thoughts.  And I took him out for lunch.  He picked Chick-fil-a and he was so dang persistent that we ate lunch at like 10:30.

  And he even got chocolate milk.  The kid ate one fry and then hammered his chocolate milk.  I think he’s only had it once before, so he may be jonesen for some more tomorrow.  He even called Josh and proclaimed, “Dad I’m at Chick-fil-a by myself.”  Which sent Josh into, “Is mom with you?”

It was a good day.

A sweet day.

A day I needed.

And I kind of think Sol liked it too.

Happy Thursday!