Why We Call Our Blog the Miracle of More

The miracle is a beautiful image of Ephesians 3:20--more than I can ask or imagine. Every day is a miracle. Every moment is a miracle. Specifically for our family, the miracle of more is our family growing in ways I would never have imagined when we first committed to adoption 8 years ago. But, the greatest miracle is the change in ME!

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Saturday, September 20, 2008

Some Things Never Change





Oh, I am convinced that Ellie will always be Ellie. She wouldn't eat her supper
tonight unless Josie-Tatum fed her. I remember well the first day we met her in her foster home, she was refusing to eat. She never did start eating until her ayi started to feed her. So, when people tell me I've spoiled her rotten, I remind them she came to me that way. (The third picture is a reminder of that blessed day.)

And, today, while I was gone to Wal-Mart she made that lovely mess in the great room. Even a child in a spica cast can find a way to make a mess. She is by far the most strong-willed, messiest child in the family. While she cannot at this time, find all of the shoes in the closet, wear them around the house, and leave them anywhere, perhaps in a purse she puts in the toy box...she still finds a way to leave a mess behind.

And Then There Are House Repairs
Oh MY! Our home is 14 years old. We moved in when Whitney was just 6 years old, and Caleb was 3. I just stopped to remember Moving-In Day. Caleb spent the day climbing the stairs, dropping a stuffed animal from the balcony, going downstairs to pick it up, and starting all over again.

I was the Sunday School teacher in our youth Sunday School class, and two dear young people came to help out. Both of those two girls are now active members in their church, good moms, and dear friends!

But, now, alas, the house is reminding me of a cranky teenager. The toilet upstairs is leaking, water stains on the ceiling in the dining rrom. The ceiling fan in the great room stopped working. The dryer stopped heating. The phone will only let us call out. And, today, I couldn't get into the bathroom because the doorknob wouldn't work. Stan finally had to stop working on the toilet, and come take the doorknob off of the door, so I could get dressed to go by groceries. Life is a blast!

So, let me stop to say, "Thank you, Jesus, for my home. Thank you for a roof over my head, a comfortable bed, and an air conditioner to keep me cool. Thank you for cabinets full of food, and a refrigerator full of milk. Thank you that you will supply all my need according to YOUR riches in glory."

His mercies are new every morning. He is love. Every good and perfect gift comes from Him. He is the way, the truth and the life. He will never leave me or forsake me. Some things never change.

3 comments:

A Momma in Waiting... said...

Thank you Thank you Thank you Jesus! Thank you for toilets that leak, messy kitchens from cooking our abundance of food, stinky carpets old and trampled upon by kids and dogs (and peed upon too...by both:-), for messy great rooms because it's the evidence of our blessings He has given us every day!!!! You made me smile today...Terry

samuelsadoption said...

Wow, has it been that long. I still remember you guys building the thing. Who knew it would hold so much love and enjoyment from so many kids! Love you guys.
Amy

jiangxigirls said...

What a great post! I can't believe how much Josie-Tatum looks like Olivia in a few of these pictures!

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