Oh friends, it's been some big days! I've talked a little about them on FB.
First Lily and Hannah had homecoming...
The thing about having a heartspan of 3-16 is that it’s all the things at once, all overlapped, all the time. Keep up, Mama!
Just today I had a toddler in a cheetah costume begging for the ridiculous grocery cart. I hate navigating that bulky thing down the aisle. But one day she’ll just walk right by it…slow down, Mama!
Just today, two ten-year olds destroying the backyard with bumper cars and bike helmets begged me to watch their "show", and their belly laughter just lit up the night like fireflies. Just watch, Mama!
Just today these 14/15 year olds are yelling let’s-go-go-blue IN my house, all cheer all the time, and every time I annoy them by being their biggest fans they’re trying to “borrow” something or vault someone or "just need $20." Let it go, Mama.
Just today the baby I waited 41 weeks for is all sparkles and off with a driving boy and she’s got no nerves and no cringe and looking 22 and I swear just today I couldn’t get her outta that cheetah costume. Don’t blink, Mama.
Keep up, slow down, hold on, just watch, let it go, don’t blink, Mama.
And I’m trying. All at once.
Then we had a big, beautiful godly wedding for my dear friend Hannah...
One evening years ago I was adding tears to the dishwater in a new country of complete strangers in April of Covid. My husband was working and traveling long hours, I had struggling third-culture kids at home and every ministry or community opportunity—moments before in Haiti available in overwhelming abundance—were on lockdown or totally unknown to me, a foreigner in a foreign Mississippi.
The Lord met me heavy at the sink that night.
That night He gave me a gift I didn’t deserve. Something I had always had but never really seen.
Prayer.
He gently reminded me that sitting with Him was more important than serving Him, and that prayer was a work NO season, no language, no isolation, no illness could hinder.
That prayer was the work I could bring HIM to do….and that HE would move mountains. That prayer was ministry that would bless HIS heart. That prayer was the place I could nag without offense or apology, the place I could dwell disheveled and diapers and tears, the place through which He could pour healing and hope and help to others.
I started that night, talking to Him like I was NOT alone, like I washed, He dried. Talking to Him like He saw. Talking to Him like He was at work through my prayers. Like He was at work and I was with Him.
And tonight, I cried bottles of happy tears alongside a breathtaking bride I have prayed incessantly for. And I beamed and cheered next to dear friends I nagged the Lord to death to provide for my husband and myself and my children. And I saw Him do and bring full-circle some miracles tonight only our God could ever produce.
Until it is GOLDEN, dear ones, pray on. Do not stop praying your twenty year prayers, your beyond hope situations, your too silly for prayer hopes.
Nothing can hinder prayer but our neglect, and nothing brought to Jesus does He ignore.
Then we found out Monday that Matt and Sofie's visas for Nigeria were denied, and have now learned it was because we didn't have a certain form needed for a minor over 14 traveling without both parents specifically to Nigeria. Monday. Supposed to leave Sunday.
Notary. Consent forms. More forms. Overnights.
If they GO, the Lord will have opened a door that is not currently open, Thursday night. If they do NOT, the Lord will have allowed a closed door closed, and either way. We trust Him.
It will be good to know if we're getting Matt and Sofie packed or not :). But we trust Him. And trust Him with the students heading to WATS for this class!
Thank you for praying, with and for us!
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