Believe in Miracles

This whole process with Cav has reminded of me of the days of Jesus when he touched and healed.
 I know in this day and age we so often forget that God is present WITH us.
That Miracles happen EVERY single Day.

TODAY, well,
today was our day.
We have seen many blessings on our journey,
we have even seen some miracles,
but today was all God.
Today we touched Jesus's cloak,
AND today our son walked.

Now that statement alone brings tears to my eyes but let me tell you what the difference is. . .

This is a child who was never supposed to stand,
he had no tibia on the short side and minimal tibia on the long,
stood at his crib rails.
Our son didn't experience life before Dec,
and now he plays freely in the grass.
Our son was an outcast,
who had no future,
but he must have watched,
and learned,
and well the glory is all HIS.

In all his years of being a prosthetist,
no one had ever seen someone just get up,
and WALK!

They grabbed the iPhones,
they cheered,
and well, we praised His glory through our tears!

And if you want to see how wild he was after jsut about 20 minutes on his new legs (this is longer) and please ignore his mother's loud voice ugh!

Rearview mirror

Last week jsut was a bad, bad, very bad week!  We were under such spiritual warfare, I came to my breaking point - you know the one where you ugly cry in public. . . yeah that was attractive and gave those who carefully watch us, even more conviction why not to adopt.

But we are back to our cheery selves loving life, our family and God.

Sunday started with our annual church in the park - we all love it ~ and who wouldn't listening to the wind blow through the pine trees, sitting with our family and friends praying.  It changed my bad attitude of reviewing the wrongs in my life.

Cav had surgery to remove the rods yesterday morning.  I dropped Cav off and ran back to the room to checkout while he had his 1 1/2 hr surgery.  Not even 10 min later I get a call from the hospital (which I missed . . . BAD mom!) that the surgeon needed to talk to me.  I was panicked that Cav was going to need a skin graft over his amputation site that has been infected and jsut plain nasty.  NOPE - he was done.  All that prayer healed his site and there is jsut a little bit left unhealed.  The rods came right out and we left the hospital at exactly 10 am - the same time he was supposed to get out of surgery.  This boy is a rockstar!!

And he is thrilled the only color they had for his wrap was PINK!

Although I am pretty open here I have not mentioned the issues I have had with extended family (ok except the perfection post.)  Anyhow this summer has been hard, harder than I have experienced in the past.  I have had to realize that boundaries I have let slide for years, need to be put into place.  I am typically a pushover - um but frankly when you have a little boy who has lost everything in the world, not acknowledging him on the day he loses his legs is incomprehensible.   Ok, I only tell you this because truly God's grace was magnificent yesterday.

Cav received this darling little tiger from a grandma (an AP's mom) in New Zealand.  I got it last week so I kept it for his surgery and he loved it!  So amazing to see people who have met our son once love on him.  Anyhow, in recovery (as I was checking my phone in hopes that the illusive text might appear this time) in came Cav's nurse.  I jsut laughed at God's humor when she opened her mouth.  YEP, she was from New Zealand!  Can you see the Godwink?  Maybe, jsut maybe we need to acknowledge the love from those around us instead of looking in the rearview mirror and hoping.

Peace and reward

A strange thing has happened

I can't really tell you when

And I can only tell you it is by His grace

BUT an explicable calm has overcome us.

My brain tells me I should be freaked, panicked, spending my days worried.

Instead my heart, and soul are at peace.

This summer we have faced a lot.

a 4 year old losing both legs,
an unexpected bone surgery and rods,
instead of casts for 4 weeks . . . it became 8.

Now a wound infection
that needs to be changed twice a day,
a cast that is open where the wound is,
on a 4 year old.

An MRI for our Fei,
waiting to see if we need spinal decompression surgery,
deciding if that surgery will be here,
or on the east coast . . . which we will probably choose.

Reminders that we have no history,
on either of our treasures.
Truly, and although it seems like we have had them forever,
we don't know how they will react to anesthesia,
if they're allergic to anything,
if her potty accidents are personality or medical.

Dossier issues and the constant rumors,
A baby on the other side of the world,
and no hope of pictures, updates or even care packages.

Fires,
Disasters,
Crisis.

And still He grows me,
and I find that when I remember He is in control,
and I look up instead of in,
I find incredible peace and rewards.

Home 48 hours after major surgery,
No issues with sedation for either,
incredible Dr's - experts in their fields.

It's funny as I chose to reply to a constant naysayer yesterday,
How this was God's journey and we were at peace with the LOA wait,
AND today
we woke to a little note of encouragement,
"Out of translation!"
One tiny step forward but oh did it do my heart good.
Reminding what a loving Father we have!

For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
                                                                      Jeremiah 29:11

Sunday snapshot - His plan

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
   neither are your ways my ways,”
            declares the LORD.
“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
   so are my ways higher than your ways 

   and my thoughts than your thoughts.                                

                  ~Isaiah 55:8-9

Sometimes I don't understand the things that happen and especially this week.  I find comfort in the above verse.  You see, I am a bit of a control freak, . . . ok not a clean house control freak, but one trying to fix things, keep everything in order and plan my life.  Heehee and then this week I saw God's humor!

You see although I am NOT a car person (they are a tool) the only car I ever wanted was a convertible VW Bug.  In fact, I swore I would have this totally frivilous item by the time I turned 40!!  

(go ahead and roll your eyes LOL!)

And you know what I got that car a few years ago.  

Well I turned 40 this year! 

And God changed our lives so much that we realized that there was jsut no way I could ever drive this car again with my . . um . . SN preschool LOL

So God's Humor, 

we sold my Bee this week 

exactly 6 months after I turned 40 LOL!

Ladybugs!

Let me start this post by reminding you that we live in Colorado - 

tonight is going to be -15 degrees YES that is a NEGATIVE 15 degrees!

Gardens have been gone for months, leaves have fallen and the cycle of life continues.

School was delayed 2 hours this morning,

Performances were cancelled this evening due to dangerous temperatures.

And what do I find in my bathroom?

A Godwink,

a little assurance that the little ladybugs (as Chinese orphans are so often referred to)

 belong in our house.

I have no other explanation for 2 - did you catch that TWO!! ladybugs, 

living in my bathroom during the dead of winter.  

We first noticed them during our frustrating time waiting for the delays on our Article 5.

Just a glimpse of one at a time.

It was special, a sign I was sure.

But I about fell over when apparently they migrated from the far wall across the room to being in the same spot just over the balcony door 3 stories up!

One likes the crack in the door and the other burrows into the folds of the blind.

Two fabulous, gorgeous little ladybugs coming together just for us!

I fall to my knees in thinking of HIS grace, HIS compassion for our family.