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Thank You Chickens

Thank You Chickens

Thank you chickens for your hard work. Thank you farmers for your love and hard work. Thank you food for the work you do inside of our bodies. #gratitude

Food Jedi

Food Jedi

The food we put into our bodies are like stealth jedis working to heal and nourish the body in ways we cannot always immediately see or feel. Don’t stop believing in the power of love and food.

Food is Love!

Food is Love!

When I became deathly ill in 2013 food became a super scary thing. Everything I ate made me sick. It caused allergic reactions. It is now five years later and food is becoming an energy, a life force that beckons me to live, live, live!

Every day is worth creating something new. Food is love. Love yourself.

When Death Calls

When Death Calls

There has been so much I have needed to write but the very thought and act of it causes more anxiety than I can seemingly endure. A beautiful friend and guide shared with me last night all of the reasons why this is important. So 

Cohen’s Arrival

Cohen’s Arrival

January 19, 2013, 5:21am 8lbs 11oz, 20 inches December 26, 2012 came and went, the original first due date. Sometimes it’s hard to really know whether the due dates given by doctors are the actual due dates or if the baby and God have a 

Pregnant with Quadruplets!

Pregnant with Quadruplets!

Dry roasted peanuts cravings at 1am, ready for  naps by 10am, not being able to button your favorite pair of jeans in just under 2 months, appearing as though you are 4 months pregnant when you are really only 2 months pregnant, acne breakouts in groups of four all over your jawline, two groups on each side, intense desire to go to the cooler in the grocery store and crack open and drink an entire gallon of vitamin D milk which normally would make you gag, a permanent smile across your face that doesn’t even leave when you sleep (according to your husband). Yes, I would most assuredly say, these are all strong signs of not just being pregnant but being pregnant with quadruplets.

I carry in my heart womb 3 year old twins and a 4 week old, I carry in my womb an 8 week old. Do you need to read that last line again? I don’t blame you,  I needed to as well.

I mean really, why do in 7 years what you can do in less than 2 months. Only the Master Creator could be behind a move like this. That’s right my lovely readers, you are picking up what I am laying down. I am expecting yet another sweet little miracle. I could not and I repeat, could not, be more elated. Initially I thought I was experiencing all of these symptoms due to my 3 heart pregnancies but it would appear as though it is that plus 1!

When we told the girls this morning, they must have jumped up and down and spun in circles singing “Adams family, party of 8, your table is ready” 500 times.  I love the sound of that. Nothing is ever wasted in God’s world. 8 signifies new beginnings. I dare say, this is a new beginning for the Adams family. A newer beginning than I could have ever imagined for myself. Grateful doesn’t come close to the way I feel.

So if you see me at the grocery store with my 8 year old, my 5 year old, my 2-3 year olds, my 1 year old, my newborn and my hair isn’t done, my socks don’t match and there’s peanut butter on my butt, please, by all means, come over and offer me a brush and a wipe. I’ll gratefully receive your kind gesture.

Lo, children are a heritage of the LORD: and the fruit of the womb is his reward. Psalm 127:2-4

We are still raising much needed funds to bring our three Haitian beauties home. Please donate what you are able and share our story with as many people as you can. Most of you follow our journey fairly closely. So for those of you who do not, we wanted you to know that the funds that were being raised for our last adoption that turned out to be a scam, were used toward this adoption and it paid for passports, legal document copies, medical evaluations and our application fee. Those fees were not included in our 36k. Please be reassured it was used for what it was intended.

We still need to raise 5k more by Friday and then after that we will still have another 31k to go! It takes a village to raise a child, a village to pay to bring a child home, 8 villages to raise 8 children and 3 villages to bring 3 babies home from Haiti. Will you please do all you can. We are so grateful for all of your support. 

 

 

I’m A to Z, I’m the Beginning, I’m the Conclusion

I’m A to Z, I’m the Beginning, I’m the Conclusion

And You oh Lord, are everything in between! As I sat here tonight deciding where to begin with my updates, my mind began to wander to something I read in the intro to the book of Revelations not long ago.  “Our times are not propitious 

Live Well and Celebrate You!

Live Well and Celebrate You!

Many people think that what’s written in the Bible has mostly to do with getting people into heaven, getting right with God, saving their eternal souls. It does have to do with that, of course, but not mostly. It is equally concerned with living on 

When The Times Ripe, I Will Answer You!

When The Times Ripe, I Will Answer You!

I’m setting you up as a light for the nations so that my salvation becomes global. When the times ripe, I answer you. When victory’s due, I help you. I form you and use you to reconnect the people with me, to put the land in order, to resettle families on the ruined properties. I’ll make all my mountains into roads, turn them into super highways. Isaiah 49:6-12 Message

I happened upon these straight shooting words this morning as I was wrestling around trying to settle my mind and heart to hear. I had marked in my bible another time these words became walking letters on the pages, it was the same month exactly four years ago in 2008. It became quickly clear to me there was a message for me here and it would serve me quite well to pay close attention.

It’s been almost exactly one month since we became aware that the New Family Edition chapter of our book was not going to be written the way we once perceived it might. Over the past month I have processed through more emotions than I care to really talk about. Shock, Anger, Deep Sadness, Confusion, Concern, Worry, Doubt, Fear, Unbelief, Gratefulness, Peace, Belief, Trust, Hope, Joy and the list goes on. You see, something happens inside of our physical bodies when life does not go the way we plan. I think I forget that even though the word says, man makes his plans and God directs his steps; I make that out to mean, if I make my own plan, surely it will come to pass as I plan. Rarely have I found that to be true. At least in my own life, more often than not, it’s not even close to my own plan. You see, when this happens, my physical body wants to fight, resist, push back and wrestle to the ground “the way things are” with the weapon of “the way things should be.”  Not only does this cause my body to become weak but it opens my heart and mind to attack.  I begin to question the plan of God for my life. I become fretful, worrisome and take on a victim mentality and in moments like that, I am most certain I am the only person ever to feel this way.

When disappointment happens, when discouragement tries to set in, when lies do their best to embed in my mind, I begin to think back. I begin to make a list of all of the things that have turned out well for me. I make a list of all the ways God has sustained me. I remember when it started out this way but turned out that way. I remember how I felt, what I saw, how that moment changed the entire course of my life and I stop for a moment and exhale the words, I am grateful.

Gracelynn RoseMichelle will be five years old in May. She came to our home for the first time in July of 2007, she was barely 2 1/2 months old. She had just underwent a major surgery for the removal of a teratoma tumor from her tailbone. She was brought to the states on a Medical Visa. We had the honor to visit her at Detroit Children’s Hospital days before she would arrive in our home. At that time we were going to be the host family that would give her the care she needed to gain strength and recover. She would spend the week with us and on the weekends a nearby college student would come pick her up and bring her back to campus. In the beginning this was to be a short term thing and knowing that we were able to give her all the care in the world during the week and open our hands palm side up on the weekends, I told myself “I can do it.”  After a month of this arrangement my heart began to ache inside. Initially I couldn’t understand why until it hit me, I was falling in love with this little princess from Haiti, this precious child born to another mother hundreds of miles away. I began to tap into this mother’s heart beat. She released this baby into the hands of a stranger with the faith and hope of a better chance of life, knowing full well she may never see her again. For months I made that my strength, I recalled what it must have been like to let her go and every weekend I would.

The Holiday season rolled around that same year and through tears one morning I told my husband, “I cannot do this arrangement anymore, the bond is getting stronger and the thought of her leaving forever is more than I can bear.” He went into action with a phone call requesting that we be allowed to become her forever family. A few weeks later, we were granted permission to begin the adoption process. Little did I know what would be in store. Little did I know the fear I would have to face everyday hearing the words, her medical visa extension could be denied, medical visa babies are never adoptable and the list goes on.
Everyday there was something staring me in the face trying to cause worry and doubt. Everyday there were the walking letters on the pages of God’s word that reminded me, He never forgets me, ever! He always has a bigger picture in mind.  Gracelynn will be five in May. She is ours forever, not without heartache, not without pain, not without a driving will to trust and believe, but she is ours. Recently we have learned that our New Family Member Edition chapter is just starting to be written. Everything belongs, nothing is wasted and it all has redemptive value. Maybe God used our last experience to ready us for the one He has had in mind since the beginning of time. Hope has found its way to my heart once again and I choose to believe that regardless of what I see or feel, when the times ripe, He will answer.

 

Mom because I love you. A Poume of incurigmint. (A Poem of Encouragement)

Mom because I love you. A Poume of incurigmint. (A Poem of Encouragement)

I could hardly wait to blog today. Normally I don’t have time to blog but I am slowly learning (because I can be a slow learner) that you have to carve out time to share your story. So here I go in no particular order,