Haiti Journey -- door closed. Ethiopia Journey #1 -- door closed. Search for new agency -- A few doors closed. Mom's friend told her, "The doors are closing because they're the wrong doors."
I love that... "They're the wrong doors."
She didn't say, "The doors are made of steel with padlocks, never to be opened." She simply said, "They're the wrong doors."
Mom encouraged me -- "God will turn the light on and put the Welcome mat out." Peace. Yes, He will.
We are completely overwhelmed with the love and support that is coming our way. Kind words, cards, emails, prayers, donations -- many from complete strangers or friends we haven't seen for several years. Just amazing.
Tonight after bedtime prayers Johnathan asked, "When is Baby Opia coming, Mom?" And sweet Tenleigh's response was, "He's gonna come in my tummy now." Noooooo, little monkey, that's not quite the way it works. :) I can tell that Johnathan is starting to wonder about this "paper pregnancy". He told some of his kindergarten friends yesterday that "My mommy is going to Africa in a couple of sleeps." Sigh. Sweet boy, so tuned-in to changes.
Tenleigh Anna keeps our minds whirling, and our hearts thumping. I often think, "Where in the WORLD does she get this stuff!?"... apparently she gets some of it from me, as it seems that her little ears are tuning in to everything. :) She has been really into playing "wedding" lately. She'll suddenly announce to Johnny that he's her husband, and it's time for the wedding! (The first time they played, he was the cowboy, and she was the princess!) The other night, Tens was all decked out in her princess gown, with heels and (upside-down) crown. Johnathan put on his black pants, vest, dress shirt and tie. He even slicked down his hair. Tenleigh wrapped her arm around him, kissed his cheek and said, "Good-bye, Husband. Have a good day. Be a goooooood listener, and... don't lose my purse." I busted a gut because I knew EXACTLY where she got, "... don't lose my purse!"
Monday morning, satan was really trying to have his way with me I think. The night before, our family's adoption story was shared on a local news station, and God's call to "defend and love the fatherless" was being shared. So I'm sure satan was trying to wedge his way into this work. But anyway -- the following morning was nothing short of completely nuts. Johnny and I were putting our coats and shoes on, and Tens was still thrashing her little body on the mudroom floor, having a full-blown tantrum in her pajamas. I shoved her clothes into her backpack and told her that she'd have to get dressed at preschool today. Fast-forward 2 seconds, and I've wrestled this little tornado into her carseat, only to soon discover that I have NO car keys. Ryan (again -- yes, again -- for the 3rd time) has taken my set with him to downtown Minneapolis. Of course he's not answering his phone, and you know I'm running about 15 minutes late already. I leave a sweet, little message (read with sarcasm) that said something along the lines of.... "I can't have you losing my keys!" Be careful, be careful -- what you say!! ;)
So you see, life is getting back to 'normal' for us. ;) Fun play, tender prayers, and even a little bit of CraZy. :)
Prayers go up -- blessings come down.
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