It's been forever, I know. Sorry. A lot has changed. I'm super tired. My sweet babies will be 3 months old on Sunday. I can't believe that it's been that long since they surprised us with their arrival. I'm still getting to know them- since they are preemies, this newborn phase seems to go on FOREVER. They are just now making eye contact and starting to smile. It came at just the right time. I was beginning to feel like they were just two more appendages instead of tiny unique little people.
We. Are. Exhausted. However, I am not nearly as tired or frazzled as I was when I welcomed Gemma into our world. So much is different about how I parent the twins compared to how I waded through first time motherhood with Gemma. I do not worry nearly as much as I did with Gemma. I'm actively NOT googling things on prematurity and developmental complications (and if you are, please don't tell me what you find- I'm letting our pediatrician let me know what to be worried about if anything). That Google is a dangerous thing... I'm just sayin'.
I go back to work in a month, and I'm both looking forward to finishing out the school year and dreading leaving my babies. They will only be behaving like 2 month old sweeties so they will seem so much younger when I leave than they should. They'll be 4 months old technically but won't be nearly that far along in their development. I'm sure it will be okay- just not looking forward to missing the firsts that I know come around that 3 month age... oh, well. I will have all summer, thankfully.
I had great ambitions for this post and I feel like my writing is choppy and I'm tired so I'm going to cut this short; show some early smiling videos, and just put some pictures on here. We are well, as you can see below. More to come...
Love,
Sarah
Me with the twins in the Moby and Gemma... we're waving!
So it's been awhile and I have thought many times of updating this blog but then a baby cries, needs to be fed, poops, chokes, or grunts/groans (more on that later) and I need to attend to them. It's been a wild couple of weeks, good but wild and I seem to have a minute or two so here goes...
WE ARE HOME.
On Tuesday January 29th, Quinn came home. I stayed in the hospital the night before she was discharged to practice feeding her through the night. She and I had our "sleepover" in a quiet hospital room at the L&D center at St. Johns. She fed well and frequently. But, throughout the night, she groaned and grunted... ALL. NIGHT. LONG. Needless to say, there wasn't a whole lot of sleeping going on. I thought maybe she had gas or was still hungry. Nope. She was just super noisy and IS still super noisy... ALL.NIGHT.LONG. That next morning, I brought her home.
The weather was brutally cold for the next couple of days so I wasn't able to go see Rohan. Quinn and I spent much of the next two days like this.
We continued to learn each other and bond in preparation for Rohan to join us. Quinn is tiny and so when she wasn't gaining enough weight to be on the "spectacular" end of the growth curve, we had to do a couple of repeat visits to the pediatrician. Again, I wasn't worried about her. I am much more laid back this time than I was with Gemma. Maybe I'm just devastatingly sleep deprived... who knows?
On Saturday February 2nd, our Rohan John joined his sister at home. He seemed to be less ready to go home and I was a little concerned that his feedings would be inconsistent at best. He came home and Abe and I switched into partner parenting. There is not a feeding that I do solely on my own yet- though I try. So, Abe is either burping a baby or bottle feeding a baby depending on the time of day.
So even though once Rohan arrived home, we seemed to do every thing in twos, there has been time for a few moments of this, however:
And of course, we had to introduce Gemma to her two newest family members. As you can see, she's over the moon! She had a bit of a cold when they first came home so I spent a lot of time making sure she wasn't touching them, coughing on them, breathing on them etc. She has been really good about washing her hands and asking to touch them, but she is 2 and still requires constant monitoring!
Since then, we've just been feeding babies and changing poopy diapers. We've had both babies in to the pediatrician for their checkups and Quinn is growing super well now. Rohan's eating has been excellent- although he seems to never be fully satisfied. They are both on the high end of 5 pounds and Rohan may be breaking 6 pounds by now. It's possible that Quinn is the noisiest baby ever- she just groans, grunts, and growls all the time: through feedings, while sleeping, while cuddling, ALL.THE.TIME. And Rohan seems to be the gassiest baby ever. You can hear him across the room. It's constant and NOISY! I'm sure that someday he will love that I just wrote that for everyone to read!
Then just this past Saturday, Heather Hanson of Heather Hanson Photography (and my best friend) did family pictures for us. Below is a preview from my phone camera. I can't wait to see the finished products. We did family pictures first and then Abe took Gemma home and we did just the babies. It was a long and tiring day but so wonderful to capture their smushy little faces and bodies at this tender age.
So we are well. We are concerned with all the normal things that full-term healthy babies deal with: germs, feedings, lack of sleep. Beyond that, even though they are preemies, they are doing really well. We are still limiting visitors so that they stay healthy but so far, they've been really doing well. I have some feeding stuff that I'm watching with them but other than that, our days consist of wake up, change nasty poopy diapers, feed two babies either by breast or bottle, console, burp, feed some more, burp some more, console and hold upright until they are comfortable enough to lay down, lay them down somewhere (pack and play, crib, bouncy seat), sleep for 30-90 minutes and REPEAT 24 hours a day.
We are tired but hanging in there... Abe as been off for the past week so we've been tag-teaming it and that's been so helpful. It also gives me a little bit of time to transition into having to do it all by myself once he goes back to work. Keep an eye out for family pictures- I'll post them on here as soon as we get them! Thanks again for all the love, meals, prayers, and well-wishes. We greatly appreciate how our "village" has shown up for these babies and us! You are remarkable and wonderful!
Memorable dates:
1/29/2013: after 21 days in the NICU, Quinn Noelle Wolfe spends her first night at home!
2/2/2013: after 25 days in the NICU, Rohan John Wolfe spends his first night at home! AND the Wolfe family is all under one roof!
2/7/2013: Quinn and Rohan turn one month old.
Love,
Sarah
(for all: Abe, Sarah, Gemma, Quinn, and Rohan)
A lot has happened since my last posting. I don't even know where to begin. We are now a family of 5. In one minute, my life changed forever as I heard the cry of my second daughter and shortly thereafter, my only son. As they were born, a time of immense soul-searching and utter dependence on the sovereignty of God came to a head.
On July 13th, 2012, I thought I had lost a baby. It was my third pregnancy- one miscarriage, my lovely Gemma, and now this one. I was nauseated, exhausted, and uncomfortable- thus in a word... pregnant. Only 8 weeks along, I felt shocked when ALL my symptoms just disappeared. I was watching my best friend's kids when I called the doctor and scheduled a viability ultrasound. We had only tried for one month, I got pregnant right away- this was too good to be true. That night, all alone because Abe stayed home to watch Gemma, I laid in the ultrasound room at Woodwinds praying for a heartbeat... feeling all along that something was off, different, not quite normal. There, in the dim light, the ultrasound tech turned the screen toward me and asked what I saw. Surrounded by fuzzy gray, two small black circles with obscured pulsing white centers blinked back at me. I said, "that's not two is it?" and she said as she pointed to each circle, "One, Two". At that point, I began to shake. Truly, I shook through the entire rest of the ultrasound, absolutely shocked at what was going on inside me. A trillion questions roared through my mind, how would we afford daycare? Abe's job had just been cut! How would we find a place for them all to sleep? We only have two bedrooms! Then I got irrational! Will I have to give one up for adoption because we can't afford both?
It was an ugly 30 minutes. Then, I called my best friend from the lobby and sobbed uncontrollably for a good 45 minutes. How was I going to tell Abe? How was I going to make this work for our family? I called my mom, made a comment about how everything was fine-heartbeat and all and drove home. She had no idea what was going on. I just wasn't ready to talk about it yet. I had to get my head wrapped around it first. And, I had to tell Abe.
I called Abe and told him to kennel the dogs and meet me in the driveway. He did and I handed him the ultrasound pictures. Then, I just wept. How was I going to do this? Gemma was so hard as an infant; I was so worried ALL the time; I am not up for twins; I barely got used to the idea of having another and then twins? Both Abe and I tossed and turned all night long, not sleeping, feeling so scared.
That shocking picture, those two little black circles, changed our lives.
That began one of the most surrendering seasons of our lives; A season in which we are still DEEPLY entrenched. Abe began looking for any job that would provide full-time pay with the understanding that because we knew God had provided these two precious babies a home in our lives, He would not leave or forsake us. He would provide. I am not naive and assume that God just swoops in and clears up any difficulty, loss, or struggle but I did have this faith that He would make a way for us to welcome these two precious lives into our family and be all the better for it. He would provide what we need.
My entire pregnancy was different. Since I was carrying two, my blood volume was much higher so I had awful varicose veins, and sciatic pain. I was uncomfortable sooner and could feel movement much sooner too. The babies always seemed healthy on the ultrasound and I continued to do life as I always had. We kept seeing job after job not come through as I grew bigger and bigger. Throughout this whole time, very contrary to my personality, I was calm... at peace. I felt like something had to happen- these babies were on their way and we needed to find a way to feed, clothe, and provide for them. I scheduled my c-section for 38 weeks and continued to picture our lives with 3 kids under the age of 2 1/2.
At 33 weeks, I went in for a routine doctor's appointment, had an ultrasound, a bio-physical profile, and a doctor's visit. The night before I had been up a lot of the night with bad lower back pain and cramps. They weren't rhythmic like contractions or anything but I still thought I might be going into labor. When I got up the next morning, I felt better. I walked around Babies R Us to get an outfit for each of the babies for coming home and then went to my appointment. I didn't have lunch- I figured I'd grab something after the appt. When I told my doc what the previous night felt like, she wanted to check to see if I was dilating. When she checked me, she was very quiet. She looked me in the eye and said, "Okay, this is what we're going to do. You are dilated to a 4 and I'm sending you straight to labor and delivery. I will try to stop this. I'm going to throw everything I can at you to stop this but I may not be able to. Did you drive yourself? Okay? Well, go- don't ask any questions, don't stop for your suitcase or anything, just go straight there." Turns out, when she checked me, she could actually feel my daughter's feet and contemplated calling an ambulance to get me literally across the parking lot to the hospital. In shock, I left the office and headed to labor and delivery at St. John's Hospital in Maplewood.
I called Abe, in tears and told him to meet me at the hospital. When I got there, Diane- my nurse hooked me up to an IV of Magnesium Sulfate- totally nasty stuff. Made me feel like I had a really bad sunburn. They gave me a steroid to develop the babies' lungs and waited for the contractions to slow down. When I got in to the hospital, I was having contractions every 2 minutes. They were not like the contractions I had with Gemma. I was just kind of crampy, and my lower back hurt. I didn't feel a rhythmic contracting at all, just achy the whole time. At one point in time, they were down to every 2-6 minutes. After clinic hours were over, my doctor showed up to check on me. About 5:30, she stopped in and told me that I needed to make it 48 hours for the steroids to be the most effective. She put me on strict bedrest and sent Abe home to get our things. She told him that she thought it might be tonight so to hurry back.
While he was gone, my doctor lingered until almost 6:00... strange... and then my water broke.
That moment, my nurse- Diane, looked me in the eye and said, "Remember when I told you that if it became an emergency situation, everyone would just come rushing in here? Well, this is that situation."
I called Abe and told him to come right back, that my water had broken and they were taking me in for a c-section. After that, it's all a blur. I took some meds, took off my socks, got wheeled quickly to the OR, and prepped for surgery. At one point, I said, "Oh no, I don't have a camera." My nurse Diane, said- "I'll go get my phone". How kind is that?
I told her just to have Abe grab my phone from my bag. Then anesthesia got there, got me numbed up, and the NICU people came. There were two teams of nurses, one for each of my babies, waiting near warmers. I think they introduced themselves as the teams who would be taking care of my babies. My babies... plural. Surreal. I was so afraid of the c-section for so long but when it actually came time to have the surgery, I was filled with unexplainable peace. I had a chance to notify my small group via text message that the babies were on their way and I know there were many people praying for us in that moment; specifically for peace for me and safety for my beautiful babies. My best friend Katie had picked up Gemma from daycare and taken her home- they had prayed for us in the car as Katie tried to explain what was going on to Gemma. Interestingly, the one thing that Gemma kept praying for was for "Mama not to be scared." Sometimes it's heart-wrenching how God guides even the smallest hearts.
Abe made it to the OR just in time. At 6:42pm on January 7th 2013, Quinn Noelle Wolfe came into the world. I silently prayed, "Lord, let her cry, let her cry" and then I heard the most beautiful tiny cry. With that, tears filled my eyes and I allowed myself to feel like a mama again. She weighed a whopping 4 lbs 3 oz. One minute later at 6:43pm, 4 lb. 4 oz Rohan John Wolfe was born and again I prayed that he would cry out. He did, and then so did my doctor, "And he's peeing on me!" she said loudly. I laughed and thanked God for my two new children.
This is my first moment with Rohan. One I will never ever forget. That is Deb, one of the neo-natal nurse practitioners. She brought him right up to my lips so I could kiss him. It brings tears to my eyes to see this picture and remember so vividly that moment- seeing him face to face. He looks so little like Gemma and Quinn and I was just taken with this new little stranger from the second I laid eyes on him. My son. My little boy. Ah.
My favorite shot of Rohan and I- one small intimate moment that I got just with him, holding him by myself while they were still working on me. It's amazing how the world stops when you gaze at your child.
Tears over my sweet boy.
The nurses brought the babies over to me, Rohan first, and I had moment with them before they were rushed off to the NICU. I was one teary mama with two amazing little babies. Quinn looks a lot like Gemma did as a newborn. Even though they are twins and not the same gender, they could not look more different from each other. Quinn was having trouble breathing right away so they rushed her away quickly after we took a picture. I understood and was not afraid to have her go. I knew that she was in good hands, that her breathing was bad because of her prematurity and that I had no choice but to let her go. I got a few extra moments with Rohan which is why I have more pictures with him.
One with daddy too. Quinn is on the left, Rohan is on the right.
The NICU staff took our babies away and Abe went with them. They put the babes on CPAP for oxygen, put a tube in their mouth to get the air out of their stomachs, a tube in their nose for feedings, IV's and all sorts of monitor leads. I was taken back to my room to let the spinal wear off.
Rohan
Quinn
That night I got to see my babies. I tried to wiggle my toes as quickly after my surgery as possible. They told me that I could go down to see them once my anesthesia had worn off enough that I could wiggle my toes. I touched them and spoke softly to them, prayed over them and then collapsed into bed.
The next day, Abe came in and we spent some time with our babies. By 2am on Tuesday morning, 8 hours after she was born, my little superstar Quinn was off all supportive oxygen. Rohan stayed on CPAP for another day and then was moved to a Nasal Cannula for a couple of days.
Abe doing Kangaroo Care with Quinn (one day old)- skin to skin, proud papa.
Rohan John
my Quinn Noelle
Abe doing Kangaroo Care with Rohan
Me and Rohan
Some memorable dates:
1/7/2013 6:42 and 6:43, the Wolfe pack became a pack of 5.
1/11/2013 The first time I got to hold both of my babies at the same time. My best friend Heather got this picture of that moment. Quinn was just zonked out and Rohan snuggled up behind her, nestled right in against her. The familiarity of sharing space for the two of them was tangible. He just relaxed into her back. I can't tell you what it meant to me to be able to hold them together. This is the day I was discharged and I was heartsick to leave them. The pictures that Heather took that morning were so healing for my heart. I was able to walk out the doors later that afternoon with peace and less tears than I anticipated. Thank you sweet friend for the gift of these moments.
Quinn
Rohan
Quinn
Rohan
1/20/2013 I mentioned to the NICU charge nurse that I wanted to try tandem nursing before they left the NICU. She said it was a great but lofty goal. Then, on the 20th, I got to tandem nurse my babies, holding them at the same time, feeding them at the same time, gazing at them in my arms AT.THE.SAME.TIME.
So, now the babies are just "feed and grow". We are working towards full oral feedings, which is still a ways off, and they need to grow in order to go home. I am home with Gemma and Abe, trying to keep our little world here as stable as possible for Gemma. She has been having a really hard time, worrying that I'm leaving her. I was gone for a week when I delivered and she just lost it. Yelled a lot, was totally out of sorts. So, I'm going to the NICU during the day while she's at daycare and then Abe meets me there for the 2 o'clock feeding and we go and pick up Gemma together after that. She is calming down and feeling more comfortable.
I'm healing well- pushing myself a bit too hard right now, but trying to take it easy. I feel really good. I'm pumping every 3 hours or so and making a lot of milk for the babies. They are being fed breast milk via NG tube in their nose and they nurse a bit when I'm there. I'm absolutely in love with them and get antsy to see them every day. Whoever drives me to the hospital has to deal with distracted conversation as we get closer... I am just counting the seconds until I am in their presence and holding them, cuddling them, nursing them, nuzzling them, changing them, memorizing every tiny detail of their bodies.
I have been restricting visitors and will probably continue to restrict visitors even after they are home until this nasty flu and whooping cough season is over with. I will not put them at unnecessary risk and because they are preemies, they will be tiny and extra vulnerable for awhile. Sorry if you had your heart set on seeing them sometime soon, you may have to wait until warmer weather and open windows get rid of the germs!
People have been overwhelmingly generous with meals, prayers, kind words and support. We are so thankful for our "village".
Once the babies are home, I'll try to keep up with more frequent updates. In the meantime, we are well. So So So blessed.
I have really been touched and encouraged by the song ALL OF ME, by Matt Hammitt of Sanctus Real. He wrote it for his sweet baby boy, born with a heart condition that left his future very unclear. Even though my babies are doing so well and should be healthy and fine... seeing your sweet baby with tubes, unable to keep their temperature up, having low heart rate or oxygen levels, APNEA spells, reflux, etc. leaves you open to putting a guard up, a protective wall between you and the little life whose upheaval could hurt you the most. I have realized that these sweet beautiful babies are so worth everything I can give. Every bit of love, every tear, every hushed kiss, every giggle...even though loving them makes me so roughly vulnerable it's almost unbearable, they are worth all of me.
I've also been praying through this small verse for them:
EXODUS 14:14 The Lord will fight for you, you need only to be still.
My sweet miracles, what a wondrous gift you are. What a wondrous God we serve, who knit you together and hand delivered you to us. Your Daddy, your big sister and I will love you recklessly... we promise.
Gemma's been sick, as usual... with hand, foot, and mouth disease especially- nasty, rotten, virus- go away.
Abe has taken on another part time job. He's working evenings too so we have an hour or so together as a family in between my work and his 2nd job. He's so passionate about being out of debt and I am too... I just find myself wishing he were here instead of there. But, it's temporary, and for all the right reasons.
Work has been busy, challenging, exciting, humbling. I've experienced moments of bravery in myself that I didn't have in me before. I've wrestled with a host of challenges... and I've just wrestled.
And then there's that... that still small voice. That rumbling whisper. That earth-shattering hush. The soft- fierce breath of the Holy. I feel like I'm going through a period of refinement. I know I am a wreck of a person- I can be so short-tempered and impatient. I keep wishing I wasn't, I DO try to work on it, I apologize, and then I slip up again. I am impulsive and anxious sometimes- especially when Gemma doesn't sleep or gets a fever. I'm not going to lie- those are not "pretty" moments for me. I flip easily into worry mode, anxiety mode, "help me- I don't know what to do" mode. I overreact and can't take back my emotional explosions. I cry easier than I should, yell more quickly than I should, and become a wife/mama I don't want to be.
And it all comes down to...
this.
James 1:27 27 Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.
Why now, God? Why now? Why would you stir my heart for the orphans of the world, now? Now, when I'm at my most raw- my most wrecked. Now, when I'm tense or anxious; now, when Gemma is fighting illness after petty illness after petty illness and I can't figure out that they're petty until long after she's in the midst of the next one! Why now, God? What do you want me to do with this stirring? Why such an intense, immediate, shocking, gut-wrenching pull to the 147 million orphans in the world? I'm not good enough to make a difference. I'm not laid back enough to take this on. What do you want from me?
I've always felt a pull towards justice and mercy ministry... always. and most directly towards children. But not. like. this.
It all comes down to...
this.
Psalm 82:3 Defend the cause of the weak and fatherless; maintain the rights of the poor and oppressed
I don't know what it means. I don't know what God wants from me- from us. Abe has committed to praying about it and I just continue to read about orphan ministry. I don't know what my place is in all of this but I know that God is moving me somewhere. Adoption? Foster care? Church Orphan Ministry? Adoption/Foster Care Support?
I feel like, as a Christian, it is absolutely irresponsible, and unfaithful to ignore the cause of the orphan in this world. I don't claim to be an expert in the rumblings of the Holy Spirit, but sometimes I just feel it in my gut. Sometimes, I just can't deny God moving me towards something. This is one of those times.
So, really....
it all comes down to....
Jesus.
Matthew 25:35-40 Jesus says, 35 For I was hungry and you gave me something to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me something to drink, I was a stranger and you invited me in,36 I needed clothes and you clothed me, I was sick and you looked after me, I was in prison and you came to visit me.’
37 “Then the righteous will answer him, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink?38 When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you?39 When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?’
40 “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’
And, if I'm really honest with my emotional, impulsive, anxious, flawed, wrecked self- there's nowhere else I'd rather be than in the midst of the mission of Jesus. I hate feeling like I've watered Him down somehow. It seems as though, when things get under "my control", I seem to leave Jesus on the sideline. I seem to place God on a shelf and say, "I'm just fine here by myself. No crisis. No immediate need, God. Carry on- as You were". If you've been there, right in the heart of God's will for your life, you know, there's nothing sweeter, nothing harder, nothing more heart-breaking or fulfilling than to walk reaching for the robe of the Almighty. Chasing Him- that's where I want to be. I don't know what that means, specifically but something in the realm of serving the least of these- specifically orphans- is rumbling in my spirit. Right now, I just feel like I'm waiting to get on the biggest, most exciting, most terrifying roller coaster and my turn is just around the corner.
That's just where I am. Take it or leave it. No cute pictures of Gemma right now, plenty to come soon as we get our professional Valentine's pictures back from my friend Heather. In the meantime, I'm just sending this out into cyberspace- to those of you who love us and follow this blog to let you know what's on my heart. That's it. like I said. Take it or leave it. I'm done apologizing for not fitting into the mold of the "appropriate" Christian- for being too emotional, dramatic, whatever. If you know the Savior of the World, the Creator of the Universe, you can't just fit Him neatly into a Sunday bulletin. If you really take a chance and let Him into your heart- He'll take over your life... and oh, what a blessed coup that is.
Sarah
For more info...
Christian Alliance for Orphans: www.christianalliancefororphans.org
Starting last year, inspired by Ann Voskamp at aholyexperience.com, I've started naming my years. Last year was the year of here. And I truly did try to be fully present- soaking up the small moments and the large. Setting aside fears for full absorption of experience. The motivation was to try to relieve some of the anxiety I felt over Gemma's health in the first few months she was born and just enjoy her and my new life as a wife and mama.
I would say that I was more present or at least more aware of my place in situations and experiences because I focused on that theme. It was a successful endeavor but of course, things got in the way, anxiety about her health still remains an ugly monster to fight, and concern for Abe's job still caused me to revert to a longing for the peace that supposedly comes after the storm.
What I'm learning, slowly, and probably will continue to be reminded of until I'm dead, is that the bitter and the sweet exist simultaneously. The fear of her sickness is only cushioned in the awareness of her health- the reality of Abe's seemingly ceaseless job search is only made bearable by the blessing of his current job(s). So, in the midst of striving to be truly present, I must embrace, feel fully, express gratitude during, and experience the bitter times too. It's an ongoing journey, of that I'm certain.
This year, I've decided that the biggest thing I battle is fear. Usually, it takes the form of worry about Gemma. Since she's so small and dependant, I often feel completely alone in care for her. It's totally irrational, Abe is beyond present and involved. I have a loving family and wonderful daycare- friends and a church family who love us all. But, I feel ALONE in my worry. All the time I am concerned, I feel as though I am the only one. I think that may be the biggest rot of worry- the sense that you are alone in your concern. It's much easier to share concern with someone than to feel that you are the only one concerned and thus, the only one responsible for making it okay. I just wish there was some sort of meter or gauge that would tell you how concerned to be about things. I just worry that I'll miss something and since I feel so alone in my worry, I also feel that if I don't look for everything- something could go overlooked and result in something really scary and... it would be MY fault.
Fear comes as a result of a lack of faith- hmmm.... does that sound incredibly harsh? I almost feel bad writing it, but it's true. There are countless times in the Bible that God tells us to not be afraid, have no fear, be fearless. It's so hard to keep that perspective when we see only what's in front of us- this life, this person, this situation. Eternal eyes are fleeting at best. So, I am surrendering this year in faith to God. That I am never alone, never forsaken, never deserted, and never on my own- no matter how scary or unpredictable things may get. I've been praying and thinking a lot about how to battle fear and I've come to a pretty clear direction that my year needs to take. In the book of James 1:5, I've found my "battle cry"-
"If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him. "
Because I'm surrendering in faith, this year for me will be the year of "WISDOM". I am CLINGING to the promise that if I ask for wisdom, God will provide it. In every fearful situation, I am committing to pray for wisdom on how to proceed, how concerned to be, the empowerment to follow through on what I feel led to do, and let the rest go. We have a massive group of gifted people surrounding us- doctors, teachers, family, friends, minstry leaders and even though it sometimes feels like it, I am most certainly NOT on my own.
I also have this man beside me who holds my hand, listens to my irrational concerns, tries his hardest to alleviate what he can, and then softly encourages me to give it up to God. It's about time I start listening, huh? This year, when I have a multitude of heavy and life changing decisions on the horizon, I will beg God for His infinite wisdom and actively try to let go of the need to be in charge of it all. Because let's face it, I was never in charge to begin with, right? :)
So, what are you going to focus on this year? Have you considered naming your year? I much prefer it to New Year's resolutions... :) No giving up of chocolate or soda, no disapppointing lack of weight loss... just a constant, prayerful refocusing of the lens through which I view life. But just for the record, I've not missed a day of flossing my teeth since the turn of the year, so there.
Happy New Year!
What I'm reading right now:
Crazy Love by Francis Chan
A Love that Multiplies by Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar (knock it off, people.... stop judgin') :)
Couldn't get enough:
Kisses from Katie by Katie Davis and Beth Clark
Choosing to SEE: A Journey of Struggle and Hope by Mary Beth Chapman
Bittersweet: Thoughts on Change, Grace, and Learning the Hard Way by Shauna Niequist
Feathers from my Nest by Beth Moore
Coming up:
Cold Tangerines by Shauna Niequist
7: An Experimental Mutiny against Excess by Jen Hatmaker
