"So promise me you'll never forget...that you aren't an accident or an incident...you are a gift to the world, a divine work of art, signed by God. You were deliberately planned, specifically gifted, and lovingly positioned on this earth...Flooded by emotion, overcome by pride, the Starmaker turns to us, one by one, and says, 'You are my child. I love you dearly.'" Max Lucado, God Thinks You're Wonderful

Sunday, August 3, 2008


In Sunday school we started a new series about marriage. It has been so neat for our class to look at our own marriages and what desires we brought into our marriages that might have become expectations.

We've talked about how when you put expectations on your spouse, you become very hard to please. It takes the joy out of serving one another because you were expecting something. It's been eye opening.

When we were discussing I couldn't help but think of how I do this as a mom. I need to be careful of what I expect of our children. They are toddlers for goodness sake! I get so caught up in wanting them to be good boys, that I need to make sure I am not always raising the "bar" to where they feel like they can never be good enough.

Then I got to thinking about my expectations of my God. Yikes!

I have so much to be thankful for. Why would I need to expect something more from Him?

But yet, I have been.

I've been expecting this sweet baby girl. I fell in love with her and the idea of her being ours.

Then when we heard it wasn't going to happen, I was let down.

But I knew I would be okay. We'll have another baby.

Won't we?

But will I be okay if we don't?

Will I be okay if another adoption falls through?

I need to just be happy in HIM! I have been struggling with this for the last few days.

Was I okay because I was putting my hope in another baby or in HIM?

I find peace in knowing that we are seeking God in this.

I find peace in knowing that God has that sweet baby girl.

Every time I think of her, I picture her in God's arms.

I heard that song the other day that I always get choked up about, " In My Arms".

Here are some of the words:
Your baby blues
So full of wonder
Your curly cues
Your contagious smile
And as I watch
You start to grow up
All I can do Is hold you tight
Clouds will rage and
Storms will race in
But you will be safe
In my arms
Rains will pour down
Waves will crash around
But you will be safe
In my arms

I got sad thinking that "she" wasn't in my arms. I reminded myself she was in HIS arms.

This is the song that Owen knows makes me melt. We couldn't really get a great video, but it's sweet anyways!

Here is the rest of it, or really just another try!


Becki Francy said...

Nothing like choking your brother out while saying "how great is our God". You are so right. I love your post, I have to remember how blessed we are right now. Expecting nothing more....I love you! B

Amanda said...

What a blessing that your perspective on the matter remains clear and hopeful. You truly are an inspiration.

On another note, I sent you a lengthy e-mail last week about installing Playlist. Please let me know if you need help with that.

Also, James showed me the website of an adoption agency in Tyler, TX. A woship leader he loves named Ross King adopted a couple of kids using their services. In case you want to look into their services: http://www.livalt.org/

Amanda said...

woship = worship, obviously. Sorry for my spelling faux pas!