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Baby Belly

I knew someday the questions would come, but I didn’t expect them so soon.

He’s only a smidge over three years old.

But here we are.

“Mama, was I in your belly?”

“No, sweetheart, you weren’t in Mama’s belly. You grew in another mama’s belly, but she couldn’t care for you, so God let me be your mama.”

His face was so sad in that moment. How could a 3-year-old even begin to comprehend the implications of having another mama? How will he reconcile the knowledge that the one he kisses and declares “I love you, Mama” isn’t his only mama?

Of course, to look at him and then look at Luke and me, you’d think that it’s obvious that we’re not his biological parents. It would be extremely rare for two white parents to birth a black baby. (Let alone two in a row.)

But to Kai, we’re the only parents he knows.

So of course he should have grown in my belly. And of course he’s sad that he didn’t.

So it begins.

The joys of adoption mingle closely with the sorrows.

But we press on, because it’s worth it. God redeems sorrowful situations. And maybe they don’t stop hurting altogether, but we see His glory shining through the brokenness.

Amazing Delight

Baby Girl has reached the stage where she really, really wants to be independent, especially when eating. Which is a necessary development, albeit quite messy.

So you can see that I gave her some yogurt and walked away, only to be greeted by a very large mess when I came back to the table.

But I couldn’t help but smile.

Look at her delight.

That’s how we should feel about our relationship with God and His Word.

Blessed is the man
who walks not in the counsel of the wicked,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the seat of scoffers;
but his delight is in the law of the Lord,
and on his law he meditates day and night.

Psalm 1:1-2

It begs the question, do I *delight* in the study of God’s Word? Consistency in reading His Word has always been a struggle for me (less so with BSF to keep me accountable, thankfully), and I rarely take the time for extended prayer (you know, longer than those little requests I think of while I’m doing the dishes and blocking out the chaos). If I really delighted in Him, I think talking to Him and reading His words to me wouldn’t be a struggle but something I refused to miss.

Surely my face isn’t as cute as that yogurty baby face, but I want my heart attitude to reflect that joy.

Conversely, it’s amazing to me that God delights in us! Zephaniah might be a rather obscure book of the Bible (nestled there among the minor prophets), but 3:17 is one of my favorites…

The Lord your God is in your midst,
a mighty one who will save;
he will rejoice over you with gladness;
he will quiet you by his love;
he will exult over you with loud singing.

What a beautiful picture of our relationship with our Creator. We could never earn that love, but He gives it anyway, lavishly. Happily. Exultingly.

How amazing.

Illuminate

As a budding photographer, I’ve recently been fascinated by light. I’ll find myself awed by the light streaming in a window in the afternoon, or the way light catches my baby’s eyes, or (especially) the magic of Golden Hour (that hour just before sunset, when the golden sun nears the horizon). If I could build my dream house, it would have big, beautiful windows everywhere.

Isn’t it fitting, then, that I love 2 Corinthians 4:4-6?

“In their case the god of this world has blinded the minds of the unbelievers, to keep them from seeing the light of the gospel of the glory of Christ, who is the image of God. For what we proclaim is not ourselves, but Jesus Christ as Lord, with ourselves as your servants for Jesus’ sake. For God, who said, ‘Let light shine out of darkness,’ has shone in our hearts to give the light of the knowledge of the glory of God in the face of Jesus Christ.”

Jesus is our light. He shines on the dark places of our hearts. He illuminates.

Our family has been praying for a friend for many months, that he will see his need for Jesus. That he will understand who Jesus is and why he needs His salvation. That his eyes will be opened to the truth.

I find that praying with Scripture is a powerful thing, and yesterday I was praying 2 Corinthians 4:4-6 (the passage above) for this friend. God, don’t allow Satan to blind his mind, but instead illuminate his heart. Shine your light in the dark of his heart.

God is okay with my honesty, so I told him I’m discouraged that after months of begging, this friend still hasn’t had a spiritual breakthrough. I’m weary. God, do you hear me? Don’t you want his salvation, too? You are the all-powerful One; can’t you make it happen?

As I was crying out to God, I flipped the pages of my Bible, intending to read some of Psalm 119. But I was caught in prayer. To my shame, it’s not often I take the time to have conversations with God, and let me tell ya, I should do it more often.

After pouring out my heart, I opened my eyes.

And wouldn’t you know, God spoke to me through His Word. I mean, truly. I didn’t even look when I flipped those pages, so distracted by prayer, and this is where I landed:

Isaiah 9. “The people who walked in darkness have seen a great light; those who dwelt in a land of deep darkness, on them has light shone…”

It was as if God was saying, “Lacey, I AM the One who illuminates hearts. You ask for something that I long for, too. Trust Me. I see you, I hear you, and I haven’t forgotten you.”

Our God is so gracious to speak to us through His Word. The light He shines into our hearts is a beautiful gift.

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Tell me, do you pray with Scripture? What are you praying for these days? How has God spoken to your heart recently?

Tiny Introvert

Baby was napping, but the other 5 children were on the main floor occupying themselves after their schoolwork was finished. I was sitting on my bed (hiding from the chaos), when our 3-year-old burst into the room.

Me: “Please go downstairs, Kai.”

Kai: “I don’t wanna go out there. There too many people out there.”

I hear ya, buddy. I hear ya.

#bigfamilyintrovertproblems

Nothing Can Separate Us

It’s been one of those mornings…not yet 10:30 and already 2 children have been sent back to their beds for disrespectful behavior. I want to blame it on Mondays, but it’s certainly not contained to this day of the week. Sadly. I bet it would be easier to navigate if I knew it was only going to be like this on Mondays.

We’re studying the book of Romans this year in BSF, and this week we came to Romans 8:38-39 – “For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.”

Not a thing can separate us from His love. What a beautiful truth.

One question in our lesson drove this home – asking us to paraphrase this passage, using our own struggles.

Is there anyone else out there that struggles with wanting to *earn* God’s love? Sure, I know that’s not how it works, but still when I sin over and over, I feel I’ve failed Him and that He probably doesn’t like me so much anymore. Sounds silly when I type it out…

In 2017, I read a book called Unseen by Sara Hagerty. I walked away reminded that God loves me, likes me, delights in me, in the quiet places where I’m not seen by anyone else. He doesn’t just tolerate me because He has to, but He actually delights in me just because I’m His creation. (Go read the book. It’s worth your time.)

So, along those same lines, here is my personal paraphrase of Romans 8:38-39…

For I am sure that my pride, my yelling in anger, my selfishness, my frustration at constant chaos, my fear of failing as a wife and mother, my desire for human affirmation, my greed for nicer things, my dirty floors and walls and laundry piles…none of this will separate me from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus.

Despite the dirty places in my heart, He loves me. Despite my constant failures to act righteously, He loves me. He loves me. He loves me.

Nothing can separate us from His love. What a beautiful truth.

(Note – I know the pictures of my sweet girl don’t have much to do with the text…but isn’t she pretty?)

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