One of "those" days...

Have you ever had one of those days??  I mean one of those where you get up and it goes absolutely nothing like you planned?  Well...  today was one of "those" days.  My plan was to get up this morning, have a cup of coffee, read the Word, take a shower, and then go get flowers and take them to my mom at her work for her birthday.  Well, NONE of that happened!  No coffee, no reading, no SHOWER! And, no... I didn't get to take flowers to my sweet mom for her birthday.  (Sorry, Mom!)  No... today was not even a day that I could have dreamed into existence.  Today was a day that only WILL could have made a reality.

This morning, Will woke up with a stuffy nose.  This may be too much information, but as smart as Will is, he has only recently learned how to blow his nose and not suck it all back in.  You will see the relevance of that in a minute.  Well...  we're trying to blow his nose (apparently he forgot how to because he has slept since the last time he blew) and after a couple of sucks instead of blows and a 2 year old growing frustrated because he forgot how to blow his nose, we stopped.  He then begins crying and saying "my nose hurts right here" and he points to the left side of his nose below his eye where I imagine his sinus cavity is.  I'm thinking that it is probably because of all the snot he just sucked up, so we started trying to blow again, this time successfully!  He blew a couple of times and then he said 

"Maybe it's hurting because there's a rock in it."  
I said "A WHAT?!?"
He said "Oh, nevermind.  There's not a rock in it."
I said "Will, tell me what you're talking about."
He said "I put a rock in there on Sundays." (everything either happened last night or on Sunday in Will's world.)
I said "Where did you get the rock?"
He told me that he got it from the "park" where the cars go at church.  (Parking lot)
He also told me that it was a tiny brown rock and he picked it up, then put it in his nose, then he pushed it all the way in with his finger and that this happened when Jay and I were in the youth building and Keith and Chloe were playing basketball.  So putting all the clues together, I realized that it had to have happened on Saturday when we had a work day at the youth building at church.  

At this point, I'm in shock that my 2 year old has told me a story in so much detail and that the story he is telling is about a rock and a nose!  His nose!  I felt sick.  So, I called Jay, then the pediatrician's office.  The pediatrician's office decided to send me directly to an ENT doctor.  We get dressed, brush our teeth, and head to Southaven for his appointment.  We filled out paperwork, waited about 10 minutes or so, and then went back to tell the doctor what brought us to him.  The doctor (who did not seem shocked at all by his story) then looks up his left nostril.  You could have heard a pin drop while we were waiting on the doctor to tell us what he saw.  He leans back a little -- then looks up the other side.  

That's when it hit me.  There's no rock.  It was all a hoax.  Not true.  My son is a very detailed story teller.  He had me hook, line, and sinker!!!  The doctor leans back again and looks one more time in the left nostril.  He looked VERY thoroughly I might add.  As he leaned back a third time,  he carefully said "Well... I do not see a rock in there."  We leave the office - $30 later with 2 stickers for our little fibber and nothing but an unbelievable story to tell.  :)

In my son's defense, I don't think he is really a liar.  I think it is very likely that he could have stuffed a rock up his nose on Saturday at the youth building.  I think it probably fell out immediately though and when he woke up with his sinuses hurting this morning, all he could think of was that he put a rock in his nose on "Sundays".  


::in my weakness, His strength is made perfect::

Jay and I have a new saying.  It was birthed sometime in the summer and we only use it periodically, but especially when necessary.  Our saying is "Fostering isn't for sissies."  There are so many different scenarios that can spark this comment. Waking up one morning with one plan in mind and mid-day getting a phone call from DHS asking if we could take a child, having the struggles that go along with having an abused child (and an ADHD child), and  having a child removed from our home that we have cared for and loved as our own are only a few examples that cause us to say "Fostering is not for sissies!"  Exactly 6 weeks ago today, we got a phone call about a one year old little girl that needed temporary placement while they did background checks and tried to find family that was fit to care for her in her mother's absence.  She was with us for 5 weeks and 1 day before being placed with her great aunt and great uncle.  In 5 weeks (and 1 day) it is very possible to fall in love with a child and to adapt a schedule among such chaos and craziness.  In 5 weeks (and 1 day) it is also possible to learn so much from the Lord.  Through that time, we learned things about ourselves and about the Lord that we never could have learned without her.  I personally learned that the Lord is the only giver of peace.  After having her for about two weeks and realizing that I was growing so attached to her (and she to me) I began praying that the Lord would give me what I needed to willingly accept whatever it was that He had for her life.  I also began studying about what it means to "guard your heart".  What I learned was to guard your heart does not mean that you can't give love.  In fact, Jesus commands that we love one another (John 15:17).  To guard your heart means to allow Jesus to have the number one spot.  So I prayed that I would let Him reside in the place that He desired in me as I continued praying that He would equip me with what I needed to accept the Lord's plan for this child.  Last Thursday when her social worker called to inform us that they were ready to move her to be with family, I was very sad but I had an overwhelming peace, a peace like no other time in my life.  I truly felt the presence of the Lord as I packed the things she came with and the things she had accumulated.  I prayed for my children to feel the same peace as they prepared to say goodbye to her as well.   I am very glad to say that everything is good here at the Adkins house.  We all miss the sweet blessing that was able to be here for a short time, but we know that the Lord loves her so much more than we could.  He used our family to stand in the gap as a mother, a father, brothers and a sister to her when her own family was not able to.  We are very honored for the privilege that was ours to be the hands and feet, the arm, the lap and the heart of Jesus to a sweet little girl caught in the crossfire of the enemy's schemes.  There are so many other things I learned, and I will probably post later, but for now, I leave you with this:  

Matthew 22:36-40
36 "Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the law?"
37 Jesus said to him, " 'You shall love the LORD your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind." 
38 This is the first and great commandment.  
39 And the second is like it: 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.'
40 On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets." 


Sorry it's been so long

I'm sorry its been so long since I've last blogged.  I've been a little busy.  We now have one more child we're fostering for a grand total of 4!  The newest is a 1 year old little girl.  She has been with us for a month now and has adapted pretty well here and everyone loves her.  :)  Our little 6 year old boy is still with us also and seems to be doing quite well in spite of his sad and very unfair circumstances.  

What I really want to share today though is about my Chloe.  She has to do journal entries every day (M-F) and turn them in to her teacher.  They must be 60 words and the teacher comes up with the topic.  Today's topic was "I like who I am because..."  Her answer has really blessed my heart and I want to share it with you.  

I like who I am because God knows everything about me.  He knows when I am going to win my soccer game in the spring.  God loves me so much that He told His son Jesus to take my place on the cross, that is how I know that He loves me so much.  He even knows how many pieces of hair are on my head.  That is why I like who I am.
I have to add that she wrote this tonight after coming home from her last soccer game which they lost, and they haven't won a game all year.  In spite of being so discouraged about that, she still knows that her identity lies in Christ and not in her soccer record or anything else.  I can only pray that that peace will reside in her through everything she encounters.  I have been learning from my sweet Chloe for 8 1/2 years now and I pray that the LORD will continue to teach me many more valuable truths from her precious innocence for many years to come.