“My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.”

Always right

JuneBug always wants to be at least partially right. She was eating an Oreo and noticed that the crumbs resembled coffee grounds. “Look, it’s coffee!” she said. E corrected her, and she said, “It’s LIKE coffee!” in a chipper voice. This is how she always responds to correction of her inaccurate assertions. She’ll say it is something, we’ll say it’s not, and she’ll say “It’s LIKE that!”

And really, how can you argue with that?

Cranberry Almond Granola

This makes a terrific cereal, and the best part about it is the recipe’s versatility. Add what you like, subtract what you don’t, adjust the sweetness to your taste. It can handle quite a bit of fiddling and still taste delicious. It’s great with milk first thing in the morning.

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Cranberry Almond Granola

In a mixing bowl, combine

5 c oats
1 c coarsely chopped almonds
1/3 c wheat germ
2/3 c grape nuts cereal
1/2 c puffed brown rice (or rice krispies)
1/2 c unsalted sunflower seeds
Other goodies (flax seed, coconut, whatever you like)

In a saucepan, whisk

2/3 c apple juice concentrate
1/3 c vegetable oil
1/2 c maple syrup or honey
1/4 c brown sugar
1 t vanilla extract

Heat until simmering, whisking occasionally. Remove from heat, then add

1 T cinnamon
1/2 t salt

Pour over oat mixture and stir to coat. Then dump into a pan lined with foil and bake 15 minutes at 350. Stir, bake 15 minutes more. Continue until mixture is aromatic and a toasty brown. Cool and add 1 c dried cranberries.

Total cost: Just under $7 for a very full gallon ziplock bag.

Soon to come: Recipes for Honey-Toasted Pecan Granola and Peanut Butter Granola

Long time, no see!

Well, we’re back online after a two month break, and boy, a full two months it has been.

  • We moved out to to the country to live with my dad. We are adjusting to country-speed internet access, which is partly to blame for our long break. We really enjoy the space and the house and the kids love the cows. The girls also each got a kitten, who will get their own post soon.
  • We lost Baby Peanut at 14 weeks. The doctor said it was likely due to a chromosomal abnormality, meaning just a fluke, and that it should have no bearing on our ability to bear further children. It is still very sad and very hard.
  • We “gained” and “lost” another baby. JuneBug calls him Baby Jay-Jay. Late October we got a phone call from Child Protective Services, informing us that Bug’s biological mother had just given birth to another baby, and his plan was adoption, did we want him? Of course we did, so we got everything ready and opened our hearts to bring him home. Two months later we found out his plan was changed to reunification with his mom and he’d been placed with a relative instead of with us. The only way we’ll ever hear of him again is if CPS needs us to adopt him at some point in the future.
  • We are currently working on selling our house and improving the farmhouse.
  • We had a good Christmas. My younger brother and sister came up Christmas eve and spent Christmas morning with us. The next day I gave the girls haircuts, and they turned out super-cute.

Quite a roller-coaster few months, and I may or may not expound on these topics in future posts. But, for what it’s worth, I’m back. :)

Ugly = Wicked

This is a mini-rant on my girls’ latest favorite movie: Disney’s Cinderella. I grew up on the Grimm Brothers version, complete with the gory details about the stepsisters lopping off heels and toes to fit their feet into the glass slipper. And granted, Disney is not known for getting the story straight (anyone here read the real Hunchback of Notre Dame or the real Little Mermaid? They both die in the end!) But not until our 483rd viewing of the Disney version did I notice an important change in the distinction between the stepsisters and Cinderella.

When did the wicked stepsisters become known instead as the ugly stepsisters? It took me a long time to sort it out in my brain, because I distinctly remember reading them designated as wicked in the stories, but growing up you only ever hear about them being ugly. Now, I suppose one could argue that perhaps the term ugly could also be applied to their behavior, but their animated portrayal in the movie supports the adjective being applied to their physical appearance. They’re not very nice, of course, but their ugliness puts off everyone they meet, and it’s their most defining characteristic.

I think I prefer the stepsister in Ever After. At least she was a wicked – and pretty – portrayal.

I vote we go back to the wicked stepsisters. Judge these sisters by their actions and their behavior, not by their faces. Thanks a lot, Disney, for creating a link in our young daughters’ minds between beauty and goodness.

(And I just realized that’s the stupidest, most painfully obvious conclusion ever. Almost all of their movies portray this – the exceptions being the ones that star animals.)

So maybe this wasn’t such a mini-rant after all, or such a groundshaking discovery. But it is something of a wake-up call for me, and in that, it has great value.

“Look Mommy, it’s Charlotte!”

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These shoes were made for walkin’!

And walkin’s what we’ll do!

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This Saturday E, the kids, my dad and I will be walking (or riding in a wagon, stroller or chair) for my dad and others diagnosed with Amyotropic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS). It’s the annual Walk to D’Feet ALS! Our team goal is to raise money to support ALS research as well as assist those diagnosed with the disease. The money goes to research and to community-based patient services, so some of the donations will be directly helping my dad and others in the area!

If you’d like to pray for my dad, you can call him Poppy, and he was diagnosed in April of 2007. Right now, we are specifically dealing with the insurance company’s reluctance to cover claims and with Dad’s diminishing ability to walk, so targeted prayers on those issues are much appreciated.

Rant on doctors and a PSA

(that’s a Public Service Announcement)

My PSA of the day: Parents, do not ignore snoring in your kids. Snoring is not normal for children and can be a symptom of a nighttime breathing problem. Lou has been waking frequently of late, crying, restless, impossible to soothe. I hate feeling helpless when my child obviously needs something, but I don’t know how to comfort her or help. I’m the mommy! At the very least, my presence and my love should be comforting! Last night I spent the better part of the night next to her in her bed, and I noticed a pattern. She would snore heavily and erratically, then she would stop breathing for about five seconds, take a shallow breath, stop breathing again, then awake spluttering and choking, shift positions and go back to sleep. And begin the cycle all over again. SLEEP APNEA!

I’d never heard of this in children. I knew it could be a problem in overweight adults or those with allergy problems, but a kid? Lou also has mild asthma to which I always attributed any breathing problems, but in the moments when she would fully wake, her breathing was smooth and her lungs clear. It wasn’t her asthma.

So at 1:53am this morning I’m sitting on the laptop, eating a muffin and reading up on sleep apnea. I wanted to see if there were any positioning tips to help, like sleeping in a chair or with a wedge. Nope. For true OSAS (obstructive sleep apnea syndrome), the two options are CPAP or surgery. CPAP (continuous positive airway pressure) is a facemask strapped to your head and hooked up to a machine, that forces air past the obstruction so you can breathe and sleep. It is worn every night. Surgery is done to remove the obstructions, usually tonsils, adenoids, and/or excess nasal tissue.

I’m pretty sure Lou has true OSAS. One has to only hear her try to sleep to know it. In fact, I think I’m going to make a recording of her sleeping to play for the pediatrician, and maybe we can skip the sleep lab. As much fun as a nightly machine wouldn’t be, since most kids outgrow OSAS, I’m thinking I’d prefer it to surgery.

And now, on to the rant.

I went back to bed, but couldn’t sleep. I knew I needed to call the pediatrician in the morning, and I was dreading the confrontation. See, my kids haven’t seen the doc since January, when we took them in to get their general health checkups for our hoped adoption. We had a huge falling-out with our beloved pediatrician, Dr. B, when he got very angry and not-so-subtly called us irresponsible parents for our choice to delay vaccinations for our children and then only selectively vaccinate them (I’m not discussing our reasons in this post). He then subsequently refused to sign their forms stating they were in good health. We left, with E grinding his teeth and me crying and carrying unsigned forms. (See, I’d mistakenly assumed that the doc would disagree with us but recognize the limit of the professional relationship.) E then spent hours on the phone with almost everyone in the department, arguing the definition of healthy as being “free from disease” instead of fully vaccinated and not currently sick. He had the nurse send an email to every pedi in the practice (about 30 of them) to see if any of them would be willing to sign the forms. One, count ‘em, ONE doc was willing.

We got the forms signed, but the doc wasn’t one I’d like to be their regular doc. So today I must get Lou an appointment with a new doctor and interview him to see if he will be a good fit for our regular family pediatrician.

What do I want? I don’t think I’m asking all that much, to be honest. I want him to fulfill his role as a professional who gives me medical advice for my children, then ultimately lets me make the choice as the parent. I go to him for advice because he knows medicine better than I do, but I am the parent, I make the choice whether or not to follow the advice given. And I’m well aware that the American Academy of Pediatrics recommends fully vaccinating your child according to their schedule, but they’re recommending it, and that does not translate into coercion in my book. Ironically, the AAP also currently recommends breastfeeding your child at least until age 1 (a slim percentage of moms do), but I don’t see them forcing that on mothers. They also recommend no TV until the child is 2, but how many moms do that? Can you imagine the uproar if a pediatrician refused to be your family doc if you didn’t follow all of his advice to the letter? Can you imagine the uproar if pediatricians guilted and coerced and insulted those mothers who didn’t breastfeed until their child was 12 months? If they called Child Protective Services because your 18-month-old watched Sesame Street?

I think if you’re going to recommend full vaccination and recommend breastfeeding to age 2, you should heavily encourage them and educate parents on the pros and cons, but ultimately respect the parent’s right to choose for their child. Both have documented health benefits but both require risk or sacrifice that the parent must evaluate. Anything more than encouragement and education is overstepping the bounds of the professional relationship between doctor and patient.

Adoption: Joy and sorrow

Some dear friends of ours recently became foster parents. They’d been wanting children for several years and recently found that they would be unable to conceive. So she called me and we had many long talks about foster parenting and adopting. Two months ago they had a sweet infant boy placed with them, and their joy overflowed. His mother was planning to relinquish her rights, and all looked like it would be a smooth road to adoption.

A few weeks ago his mother reconsidered, and my friends were crestfallen. Here was a chance that this boy, whom they already considered their son, might not be able to stay with them. His mother was going to try to work her rehabilitation plan, and no one knew whether or not she would succeed and be reunited with her son.

I got an email from my friend yesterday. “TERRIFIC news!” she cried delightedly to the one hundred family and friends on the email list, “His mother relinquished her rights! We will be able to adopt him soon!” I responded with hearty congratulations, and I thanked God that this sweet little boy would have such wonderful folks for his parents.

As I went to sleep that night, I prayed fervently for this little boy’s mother. I know nothing about her, except that she likely lives in our county and that she had signed away her parental rights that day. From the circumstances I gather that it was not an easy decision for her, but a heart-rending, soul-searching, miserably agonizing decision. Foster adoptions are almost all closed adoptions. She would likely never see her son again.

I find it interesting the God uses the analogy of a woman never forgetting her children to explain his never forgetting us. He says through Isaiah, “Can a woman forget her nursing child and have no compassion on the son of her womb?” The way this question is asked implies the answer, “Of course not!” He continues, “Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.” God’s remembrance of his children is infallible, but a mother’s memory of her child is probably as near to perfect as is possible on this earth. I’ve never met a woman who’s lost a child (to abortion, miscarriage, adoption, accident, disease, etc) who cannot tell you how old their child would be today. This boy’s mother will silently mark his birthday each year and revisit her decision to relinquish, wondering if it was right.

As E likes to say, adoption is always plan B, at best it is a “good save” of a non-ideal circumstance. In a perfect world (Plan A), this mother would be 100% capable of parenting her son well and he would never have been removed from her. My friends would not have been infertile. Children would never be orphaned. No one would ever have sinned and we’d all be God’s children without the need for adoption into his family. Adoption is a concept created by God to bring us into his family through Jesus. It is God’s plan for the non-ideal circumstance of sin. It necessarily includes elements of sorrow and joy: sorrow for what should be but isn’t, and joy for what now is.

So even as I rejoice with my friends who rejoice, I weep for the woman who weeps. I just wish I could hug her.

Stewardship of big gifts

E and I have been given some pretty sweet breaks in our young marriage. I could fill a book with the blessings of the past five years, but right now I’m focusing on the financial category. We have prayerfully and carefully put our financial gifts to good use, paying off student loans, establishing an emergency fund, and purchasing a reliable newer-used minivan for our growing family. We have become more generous and are thankful for the opportunities to help others. Now we are presented with a huge gift and I am baffled at how best to use it for God’s glory.

Luke 12:48b “From everyone who has been given much, much will be required; and to whom they entrusted much, of him they will ask all the more.”

We (my family and my dad) are moving into my childhood home, a half-hour’s drive from town. It is a huge farmhouse on 26 acres in the country. It has an inground pool and a pecan orchard. It’s beautiful and I love it.

It’s also 3/4 paid off. And by combining finances with my dad, we will have much more income and drastically fewer expenses. According to my rough calculations, we will have 2/3 of E’s paycheck free each month. This boggles my mind: a much bigger, much nicer house and lots more discretionary funds.

I can think of many, many ways to use the cash. Liquid assets are much easier to use to God’s purposes, in my opinion, because they’re so flexible. We could save some, give some to charity, use some for needs we see around us (we’ve been wanting to buy a car for a newly-single mom we know, for instance). I could go on and on if I got specific.

But the house is what I really want help with. Even with the modest home we have now, E and I have spent much time brainstorming how we could use it well. We’ve talked about converting the garage to a bedroom and hosting single or couple missionaries home on furlough. We’ve offered to host small groups. We’ve discussed subsidizing rent for a disadvantaged college student. We’ve had lots of friends over for meals and babysat kids for moms. We’ve been foster parents. I’ve tried to remain open and available for any opportunities God would present. Now that we will have a much bigger home, it seems the possibilities would expand, but because of the distance from town I’m not sure they will. Many folks don’t want to drive an hour round-trip to attend their weekly small group. And we’re not at all convenient for moms to drop kids off while they go run errands. I deeply desire to use our home to God’s glory, to be hospitable and open with the house, but my creative juices are running low on how to do that.

Any suggestions? How do you use your home to God’s glory? Please share any ideas, or parts of ideas!

Ready to forgive

I’ll get back to Matthew 18 soon, but here’s where I am right now, after reading a fabulous discussion on what forgiveness means, what it looks like, and how much of it is dependent upon the behavior of the other person. The article is well worth reading, pondering, and discussing.

Phillipians 2:13: “For it is God who is at work in you, both to will and to work for His good pleasure.”

I think I’ve determined what my role in my relationship with Mom is right now. It is to work on being ready to forgive. In order to be ready to forgive, I have to constantly battle the bitterness that I feel has built up in me over the last six months. I know it’s there because I feel sarcastic and venomous whenever I talk about her and her choices. Nowhere do I feel the sorrow over her sin or the deep abiding desire to see her repent, the way I felt when it all went down originally. Right now, I do not forgive because she has not repented, but I must work to always be ready to forgive at a moment’s notice, and continue to pray earnestly for her repentance.

This is going to be harder than I thought. Repentance and forgiveness lead to reconciliation. And to be perfectly honest, I do not want to be reconciled to her. I don’t. I dont want to ever know her new husband. (Do I have to require repentance from him before forgiving and reconciling with him, since I have never met him? I fully believe he sinned too in this marriage.) Sheesh, this gets convoluted.

So I guess this, God, is where I pray for you to will in me a forgiving attitude. This is where I take time to reflect on the magnitude of my own sins and undeservingness of Your perfect and eternal love and forgiveness, and consider how I could ever deny another human (another Christian!) forgiveness from my heart. As huge as her sin against me feels, it is a mere hundred denarii, when I owed a life’s worth to You, which you forgave. Please, please help me desire repentance and reconciliation, and help me to do it. I suppose my part is to follow through on the doing and trust You to fill in the wanting and the ability. Can you tell I’m reluctant there? Father, I truly do want to feel a desire for reconciliation with my mom, and deep in my heart I do know that I wish more than ever to be back where we were, Christian sisters. But there’s a sticking point named [her new husband]. Father, I’m going to need your help if I am ever going to love him. I just don’t know how I can do it. But if you can help Corrie ten Boom to shake hands with the cruelest of her former Nazi torturers, you can help me to be gracious and loving toward my mother’s new husband.

Or at least be ready to be so, should she (they?) ever repent.