I typed an email for a long time the other day. Then it disappeared. Too tired to retype it I decided there must have been something in it that did not need to be said. A shorter version was sent. God heard what I had to say in the email. He's the only one that really should have heard my heart on the matter. I liked it was not sent. Again trusting in His timing.
God's just a growing and stretching me and my family. I still laugh at us all sitting, at one of the kitchen tables and the children saying the house is empty. Empty? For years we have had people say, "you've got 4 kids". My reply, "yes we only have 4." To some 4 is alot. Somedays to me 4 is alot. But once you've met so many without loving parents 4 is not enough.
I wondered if I could love adopted children as well as my birthed children. Just being honest. But once you spent time with children hungry for love, God's love flows through you and there is enough love for hundreds of precious children. (Although I'll say there is not enough time in the day for hundreds).
Side story: Andrew said we could adopt 50 boys. Not to be outnumbered Heather said then we would have to adopt 100 girls. This way the girls would still out number the boys.
Hosting 8 we told them we were one big family. I watched over them as my own. Yes they were even punished, at times. You knew they weren't happy to do a chore even if you didn't know the language. We got the point. But before they arrived we discussed that if they were here for a month that they must obey some rules. Most of the time things went very good.
I'd say we had 3 hard days. I could not call them bad days. Most of the problems those days were due to planning problems. One home day was a rain day. Very few visitors came. So the next day we went to get rid of energy indoors and it worked. They ran jumped and played for 2 hours. They had a blast.
One night Amy cried herself to sleep. The next morning Andrew received a black eye. How Satan was attacking. I felt inadequate to do a quiet time. I was just going to remind the of the "Be kind" rule. I told the children of Amy crying herself to sleep and how sad it made me. I began to cry. And then the Holy Spirit reminded me of God's Holy Word. I shared verses from the Bible with them sitting on the ground by the lake. What turned out to be victory for Jesus. I don't know how many prayed to receive Christ for the first time that day...but I know what Satan meant for evil God used for good and what a peaceful day we had after that.
We all miss them terribly. We are praying for each of them.
We are praying about God's perfect provision and timing in trying to visit all the orphanages that we had in our home. We hope they will all allow us to visit the children. We are praying about hosting next year and God's provision and timing for that also.
The best thing I received out of the experience was a stronger confiedence in God. When it's God's will He will be there every step of the way to comfort, provide and lead. What an awsome peace comes from that knowledge. I knew that everyone would not help and support us. I did not know God would send "surprise" people to be the helpers. It became "ok God who's coming next and what are they going to do". I was so thrilled with my Heavenly Father's care for my family and the children. Again thanks to all that blessed the children and our family.
We cooked breakfast every morning. I realized after week 3 they had not tried our cereal or poptarts. Some never did try them. What a sweet time with the children in the mornings. At first I was sad nobody helped with breakfast. Then I rejoiced in the sweet time we had with the children in the morning. I felt selfish. It was so wonderful to have them here. Later I realized it was the "down time" we all needed with such a busy schedule.
Praying God's will and timing. Praying to be filled with His perfect love and peace. I LOVE God's perfect peace that comes from obeying and serving Him.
