Tuesday, September 24, 2013

Introducing the newest member of our family

Friends my heart is full tonight as I introduce you to my precious Lydia Ann. She was born Friday, September 20 at 3:14 a.m. weighing in at 8lbs, 4 oz.

She is beautiful and healthy and another reminder of God's goodness and faithfulness to us.

We did not know the gender of this little one, so when Ryan said, "It's a girl!" and they placed her on my chest, I sobbed and couldn't stop. She was here. She was perfect. And I was desperately in love with her simply because she was mine.

I am so in awe that God has seen fit to bless us with three beautiful miracles.

As I type these words, this little bundle of sweetness is curdled up on my chest snoring away. Her skin is soft as silk. She smells like I imagine Heaven must smell. And I want to memorize every feature of her tiny face.

I am overcome daily, sometimes hourly, with gratitude. I continually thank God for this little life and the honor and privilege of being her mom. I thank Him for her two older siblings who adore her. I randomly break out in tears as it hits me again -- we have another miracle in our home and she is part of God's beautiful, amazing plan for our family.

Praise you Jesus for this incredible child. May she bring you the glory and praise you are so deserving of. I will do my best to raise her to know you...love you...and follow you all the days of her life.

Here are some photos from the first few moments and days of Lydia's life:

Thursday, September 12, 2013

"I wish I was her"

Earlier this week Lauren and I were snuggling while I was watching the weather. Ryan and I watch the weather every single day - sometimes twice a day. I don't know why, but we do.

As Lauren and I are watching the weather woman - a very nice looking blonde - Lauren said, "I wish I was her."

Immediately I asked her what she meant, why she said that, and went on and on affirming who God created Lauren to be and all the other things parents are supposed to say in cases like this.

And then my heart was sad. For days. Every time I thought about her saying that she wished she was someone else, I felt I needed to reassure her, once again, about how perfectly she was was made and that we love her just as she is.

And then I saw this:

Baby girl, tomorrow you turn four.

And I want you to hear the words of this video over and over and over again. Not just on your birthday, but every. single. day.

You are loved.

You are beautiful.

You are worthy.

You were perfectly made by a great God whose grace covers all.

You are a daughter of the Living God.

I pray that you will be so confident in yourself that you would never again utter the words "I wish I was her." I am sure that you said that because you thought the weather gal was pretty and you want to be pretty just like her.

Oh sweet girl, you are pretty. You are beautiful. You are precious from the bottom of your long legs to the top of your blonde, blue-eyed head.

I will spend my life teaching you the truth of who God says you are and helping you discover who He made you to be.

Happy 4th birthday. I cried as I put you to bed tonight (of course!). I am so proud of you and the kind, gentle, caretaker you are becoming. I cried because it's going by so fast and someday you won't want to snuggle with me.

But until then I'll soak in the sweet moments that involve me, you and your Dora blanket. I'll remind you that you are more precious than rubies, you are fearfully and wonderfully made and that your gentle and quiet spirit is of great worth. 

I love you L. More and more every year.



Tuesday, September 3, 2013

"you are mine and I am yours and we are family”

Have you read Kisses from Katie yet?
It's the kind of book you want to read with a pen or highlighter in hand so you can underline quotes and phrases and powerful reminders of who God is and what He has called each of us to. Or, in my case, there are too many lines so you just take pictures of pages you want to imprint on your heart forever.

If you haven't read it, I highly recommend adding it to your fall reading list.

I love the following quote. Not only because I live it and believe it to be true, but because it comes from a 20-something mom of 13 adopted girls. Being a mommy isn't about dna. It's about receving with open arms the tender hearts God has given us to care for.

“...because "Mommy" is forever. It's such a powerful name. Mommy means "I trust you." Mommy means "you will protect me." Mommy is for shouting when you need someone dependable and for laughing with when you are excited. Mommy is for crying on and cuddling with when you are sad, or giggling and hiding behind when you are embarrassed. Mommy is the fixer of boo-boos and the mender of broken hearts. Mommy is a comfort place - a safe place. Mommy means "you are mine and I am yours and we are family.”--Katie Davis