A blog about adoption, foster care, and God's heart for the orphan.

May 31, 2012

If You Don't Want to Bawl Like a Baby

Don't ever watch Atonement. I have had the DVD for about a week now, and I routinely try to make it to the hour mark without shutting it off. Tonight I made it a few moments beyond that, but had to turn it off because I was sobbing like the world's most distraught toddler.

So I say, don't watch it. Or do, if your tear ducts need a thorough clean out.

And, for the record, I think the whole story collapses because no 12 year old upper class girl in 1937 would have known that word. But I digress.

If you're prone to sobbery, I say stick to action or comedy. =)

May 30, 2012

This

This blogpost. Read it.

I am so impressed that it was written by a man (somewhat unfair of me, but I am).

I am wiping tears off my chin as I type this.

I love that this kind of experience is being recognized, and I am also challenged to go even further.

So yeah, read it.

May 27, 2012

Unexpected Side-Effects of Being a Teacher

  • It is only a matter of time before I publicly correct a stranger's grammar, or admonish him to say 'please.' I am forever stopping myself on the brink of doing this, and am bound to slip someday soon!
  • I cannot read a blog, billboard, or email without correcting any and all of its grammar and spelling errors. (Come on people, turn on your spell check!!)
  • I consider the second series of Downton Abbey pretty much ruined because of several WWI inaccuracies as egregious as impossibly shallow trenches and an incorrectly worded telegram (among many others).
  • I will happily bore anyone by launching an avalanche of obscure historical and or literary facts at the slightest provocation.
  • I clutter up my texts and tweets with proper punctuation. Any oversight would be inexcusable!
  • I recommend books to everyone, whether I've been asked to or not.
  • I wouldn't alter any of these idiosyncrasies in the slightest. I absolutely adore teaching and can't wait to dedicate even more of my daily hours to doing it!

Let the word of Christ richly dwell within you, with all wisdom teaching and admonishing one another with psalms and hymns and spiritual songs, singing with thankfulness in your hearts to God. -Colossians 3:16

May 26, 2012

Scripture Saturday: Ephesians 6:4

Fathers, do not provoke your children to anger, but bring them up in the discipline and instruction of the Lord.

Or, as the King James Version translates it,

And, ye fathers, provoke not your children to wrath: but bring them up in the nurture and admonition of the Lord.

This reminder that we are to see God as our example in familial relationships is a timely one. So much of my work with adoptive families involves teaching
against old “Christian” methods of parenting. It is reassuring to remember that we are to parent as God parents: give our children good things, but not so much that it isn’t good for them; discipline them when they do things that are disrespectful or dangerous, but always with a heart that is for them, not a hand that is against them; teach them where they are and walk with them to where they can be; love them enough to say no, and love them so much they get tired of hearing it. There is also a powerful call to fatherly leadership inthis verse, and it needs to be said. So often in modern families, and particularly in adoptive families, the mothers are leading the charge. In this verse, Paul reminds us that fathers should be interacting with their children too, as much as God interacts with us (a tall order!).

May 24, 2012

Need a Laugh?

Laughter may not be the best medicine, especially if you're trying to cure intense stomach pain, intestinal distress, or a broken rib. But it is definitely good for the soul, and it is an automatic way to disarm a fear response. Giggling trumps angry or terrified every time.

So in case you could use a chuckle today, here's an awesome series of "dumb jokes that are funny." They all made me laugh out loud, and are almost all kid-friendly. So enjoy!!

May 23, 2012

A Nod to My Episcopal Background

I spent about one and a half years in an Episcopal school before becoming an atheist, and I endured seven more years of daily, then weekly, chapel services as a non-believer. And while I hated it at the time, I now occasionally miss the centuries-old liturgy and the almost mystical solemnity of some of the rites. I particularly miss the idea of communal prayer. I know that it tends, over time, to devolve into rote recitation. But there is still something powerful about a room full of people all confessing their sins together.

Almighty and most merciful Father,
we have erred and strayed from thy ways like lost sheep,
we have followed too much the devices and desires of our own hearts,
we have offended against thy holy laws,
we have left undone those things which we ought to have done,
and we have done those things which we ought not to have done.
But thou, O Lord, have mercy upon us,
spare thou those who confess their faults,
restore thou those who are penitent,
according to thy promises declared unto mankind in Christ Jesus our Lord;
and grant, O most merciful Father, for his sake,
that we may hereafter live a godly, righteous, and sober life,
to the glory of thy holy Name.
Amen.

Or even the sweet simplicity of this modern version:

Most merciful God, we confess that we have sinned against thee in thought, word, and deed,
by what we have done, and by what we have left undone.
We have not loved thee with our whole heart;
we have not loved our neighbors as ourselves.
We are truly sorry and we humbly repent.
For the sake of thy Son Jesus Christ,
have mercy on us and forgive us;
that we may delight in thy will,
and walk in thy ways,
to the glory of thy Name.
Amen.




May 22, 2012

Thank You, Mom and Dad!

When I was a junior in high school, my English class read Pride and Prejudice. We were then asked to write an essay about a time our family had embarrassed us. I truthfully protested to my teacher that my family had never embarrassed me. She, not surprisingly, did not believe me. But it's true. This is largely due to my innate inability to feel embarrassed (and, since God has gifted me with some spectacular personal clumsiness, I am deeply appreciative of this gift).

Don't believe me? At the celebratory dinner for my 13th birthday (arguably the most profoundly awkward year of any girl's life), the waitress came over to our table and asked me to stand so she could sing some kind of opera aria to me in honor of the occasion. I duly stood, and as I rose, the entire restaurant was treated to the sight of my unbuttoned shorts and the sound of my loudly clanking unbuckled belt. Did I blush? You betcha. Did I feel perfectly justified in having loosened my 90's era tight waistband so I could fully enjoy a rare Italian feast? You betta' believe it. Did I laugh and button up my shorts while still standing and enjoying the slightly chuckle-ruffled aria? Yep.

So you can see it would take a truly embarrassing family to top that kind of everyday faux pas. I'm pretty sure that we, as a family, embarrassed my older, far more decorous sister with greater frequency. I know we showed up, all four dressed identically, at her summer camp one year and she nearly disowned us on the spot. But I was young and clueless and thought matching outfits were just a nifty way to find one another in a crowd.

Anyway. The fact remains that I survived a childhood in the 80's and 90's without any glaringly embarrassing family moments. I had terrible haircuts, pretty much exclusively. I wore some outrageously hideous outfits, including a denim and lace dress that still haunts my dreams. And I came within an inch of appearing on (and winning, in my opinion) America's Funniest Home Videos. (Clearly a story for another time).

But, to the best of my recollection, my parents never sent out a photo Christmas card or made us go to one of those portrait studios to get family pictures taken. I suspect this is largely due to the fact that my mother hates having her picture taken (though she is unerringly photogenic) and my father always insisted on manning the camera himself (with perhaps more enthusiasm than skill). Whatever the reasons, I am tremendously grateful. Because the fact remains that, thanks to the restraint of my mother and father, all those years of bowl-cuts and neon puffy painted sweat suits will never land me on this hilarious and horrifying website.

So, from the bottom of my hard-to-embarrass heart, thank you!!

May 21, 2012

Babysitting Standards

I've written my own personal babysitting standards below (standards from a babysitter, for babysitters-- these aren't parental expectations of babysitters). These are not the standards I began with, certainly. But after roughly twenty years of babysitting experience, as well as a fairly radical conversion from atheism to Christianity, these are the standards to which I hold myself today. =)

1. Know the children first. I try never to show up at someone's house to be the sole caregiver for their children unless I know the children beforehand, even if we've only had a brief interaction. This is much less terrifying for the children, and also easier for me, as I am less likely to be surprised by behavior during the "sit."

2. Cultivate a purse of wonders. If you've ever seen Mary Poppins, you'll remember the scene when she pulls amazing, impossible things out of her drab carpetbag. It's a magical moment for the children, and I try to have a similar setup whenever possible. Specifically, I always carry gum, at least one fidget, and usually balloons, just in case. Plus, my car always has at least one toy (and at present, about 30) in the back for emergencies.

3. Abide. One of the greatest tools I have learned over the years is the simple, stunning effectiveness of just being there. This is amazing for all ages, but is particularly effective with teenagers. Just be near the children. Jump into whatever they are playing and let them guide the way. An adult without an agenda is, sadly, an unusual thing these days. If you just quietly hang out, ready to participate when invited, they will eventually respond. Tonight, for example, I sat quietly reading next to a middle-schooler playing a video game. After about 30 companionable but silent minutes, he began telling me all about the game, talking a mile a minute. I have no idea what he was talking about, but I was there, and I was genuinely interested, and that made an impact.

4. Minister to the parents. My big rule about babysitting is to leave the house cleaner than it was when I arrived. This isn't a major overhaul; it usually just means washing up all the dishes or putting away all the toys. It's not always possible--I have served in houses so immaculate there was nothing for me to clean, and I have served in houses so dirty and cluttered there was nowhere for me to start. In those situations, the best you can do is clean up whatever mess you make while you're there. But everywhere else (barring particularly exhausting behavior from the children, which has also happened), I try to leave it cleaner than it was when I came. I think of it like that camping rule--I'm there to improve the environment, not burden it. Lord knows, parents have enough to do without cleaning dishes when they return from date night! Be a darling and greet them with a clean sink.

5. Serve sacrificially. When I was a teenager, I babysat for money. I needed it, and the families I worked for could certainly afford it. Now, however, I try to do it free of charge whenever possible. That isn't always possible, and it is rarely easy. But usually, the parents who most need a night of quality childcare are also the parents least able to afford it. If I can bless a beleaguered family by tightening my own budget, then I will. I love the C.S. Lewis quotation (from Mere Christianity) about how much Christians should give: “I am afraid the only safe rule is to give more than we can spare. In other words, if our expenditure on comforts, luxuries, amusement, etc., is up to the standard common among those with the same income as our own, we are probably giving away too little. If our giving does not at all pinch or hamper us, I should say it is too small. There ought to be things we should like to do and cannot because our commitment to giving excludes them.” I think that applies just as much to our talents, training, and time as it does to our dollars and cents.

6. Mix it up, but make it clear. For some reason, I am lenient with children whose parents are strict, and strict with children whose parents are lenient. I have certain base standards of behavior for all kiddos, but I do bend more for some than others. I don't necessarily have a well-researched reason for doing this, but I do, and it works. Mostly, I think I do it because over-permitted kids actually crave direction and limits, while over-rigid kids delight in a temporary expression of grace. The one essential step in making this work (both for you and for the parents later) is to be absolutely, hit-you-over-the-head-clear on what you're doing. For example, I would say to a kid with indulgent parents, "I know mommy lets you stay up until 9, but when Carly is here, we go to bed at 8:30." Or for a kid with strict parents, I would say, "I went ahead and emptied the dishwasher for you, even though I know it is your job. But I know you've had a long day, so I thought you would appreciate a break." My one caveat here is that I NEVER undermine or ignore a parent-specified or fundamental house rule. That's just bad for everyone.

7. Have FUN. Never underestimate the power of sheer silliness. One of the great joys of being a babysitter is that you can pretend to be Mary Poppins. Go on wacky adventures, sing hilarious songs, introduce ridiculous games. Don't be the bored girl popping her gum and texting her boyfriend while the kids watch TV. Get creative, tune into what excites each particular set of children, and revel in the zaniness that ensues when you don't have to be the parent, teacher, or taskmaster. The ingenuity, wonder, and side-splitting comments that will erupt from your charges are your best reward, and will be remembered much longer than any $20 bill or Starbucks gift card. =)

May 20, 2012

Scripture Sunday: Ephesians 3:14-19

For this reason I bow my knees before the Father, from whom every family in heaven and on earth derives its name, that He would grant you, according to the riches of His glory, to be strengthened with power through His Spirit in the inner man, so that Christ may dwell in your hearts through faith; and that you, being rooted and grounded in love, may be able to comprehend with all the saints what is the breadth and length and height and depth, and to know the love of Christ which surpasses knowledge, that you may be filled up to all the fullness of God.

I could read this passage every morning and every night, and still I would forget it during the day. In my frustration with myself over things done or things not done, I so easily forget the vastness of Christ’s love for me. I slip into legalism and disappointment in myself quickly and constantly throughout each day. I miss out on being “rooted and grounded in love,” and so steal joy from myself at every turn. This passage reminds me that it is the Spirit who can remind me of Christ’s infinite love for me. I must be in prayer for those reminders every day. And I must pray the same prayer for the “saints” in my life, that they too will be reminded of Christ’s massive love for them. Without that knowledge, we can do nothing.

May 13, 2012

Happy Mother's Day!

I have the world's most amazing mom. I do. She's phenomenal. I won't rise up and call her blessed, because that seems a bit self-important of me, but I will rise up and call her a blessing.

She has taught me almost everything I know, from what is and isn't correct grammar to how to cook the most mouth-watering cheese grits. She has always encouraged and challenged me to be independent, but is also always there to give me a quiet hint in the right direction.

In my atheist years, she once exclaimed in frustration, "I can't drag you, kicking and screaming, into the kingdom of heaven!" But I'm pretty sure she prayed me in (God's sovereignty never being in question, of course).

There are no words to express how much I owe and adore this woman. It is impossible for me to begin to display my gratitude to her. But the fact that we will spend eternity glorifying God together is as close to an adequate "thank you" as I can ever manage.

"The devil never reckons a man to be lost so long as he has a good mother alive. O woman, great is thy power!"
-Charles Haddon Spurgeon

May 12, 2012

Um, wow.

This morning, I graduated from Dallas Theological Seminary.

Whoa.

Honestly, words fail when I try to express how blessed I have been, how challenged I have been, how grateful I am... So I will borrow from the psalmist, once again:

This is the Lord's doing;
it is marvelous in our eyes.
This is the day that the Lord has made;
let us rejoice and be glad in it.
Psalm 118:23-24

Hallelujah!!

Great is Thy faithfulness,
O God my Father,
There is no shadow of turning with Thee;
Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not
As Thou hast been Thou forever wilt be.

Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Summer and winter, and springtime and harvest,
Sun, moon and stars in their courses above,
Join with all nature in manifold witness
To Thy great faithfulness, mercy and love.

Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided
Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth,
Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;
Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,
Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!

Great is Thy faithfulness! Great is Thy faithfulness!
Morning by morning new mercies I see;
All I have needed Thy hand hath provided

Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!

May 10, 2012

Adventures in Care-Giving

With all the reading and research and specialized training I've had, the one thing that has given me the most insight into the foster/adopt population has been growing up with a handicapped younger sister. I could fill a book with the lessons she has taught and continues to teach me.

But we're in Dallas in an amazing hotel at the moment, and the Internet costs $10 a day, so I'm just typing this on my phone.

I'll try and fill in the story a bit more in the next few days. :)

May 9, 2012

My Thoughts on Education (brilliantly articulated by someone else)

This is part of a lecture given at the RSA by Sir Ken Robinson, world-renowned education and creativity expert and recipient of the RSA's Benjamin Franklin award.

It provides astonishing insights into the mess we've made of education. Check it out!

May 7, 2012

The Avengers, or How the Yacht Club Saved the World

I'm a well-read lady with several fancy degrees, and yet I love superhero movies. If Marvel has a hand in making it, you can bet I'll be there opening weekend. He-Man was my favorite cartoon when I was little, and X-Men took over the Saturday morning first place when I got a teeny bit older. So today I went and saw The Avengers, and it was a pretty great superhero movie--witty banter, snazzy outfits, and some pretty phenomenal explosions. And I certainly give huge props to Joss Whedon, who wrote a fantastic screenplay and directed well.

But.

I have two complaints to make. The first is that one of the jokes that got the loudest laugh was when one of the superheroes explains the villain's villainy with the quip, "He's adopted." I had been warned that line was in there, but I still sat in silent, seething outrage. Number one, that is a horrible thing to say. Number two, I hate the culture we have that believes people who have been adopted are at best "other" and at worst the bad seed. Number three, the idea that a person is evil because they happen to have been orphaned goes against the grain of a lot of what makes superhero stories great. Which brings me to my second complaint:

The 'Avengers' team may be the A-Team of superheroes, but only if the A stands for A-hole. Much of what is great about superhero stories is the fact that they chronicle the trials of gifted underdogs, social misfits, and misunderstood geniuses. The Avengers crew? Not so much.

Tony Stark (Ironman): billionaire playboy who invents a suit that makes him nigh on invincible, with an ego to match.
Bruce Banner (Hulk): brilliant scientist who creates his own inner monster through a science experiment gone wrong.
Thor: other-worldly demi-god with a ridiculously dinky looking super-hammer (I admittedly haven't seen the movie of his backstory, because it just seemed so downright silly).
Captain America: a once-puny soldier gets a hit of super-steroids and becomes super strong. Just say no to drugs, kids, except when they come from the government.
Black Widow: she seems to have a pretty fascinating backstory, but we never get to hear much of it. And she also doesn't actually have any super powers, she's just good at fighting. Kind of lame, Marvel.
I-don't-even-know-his-name-archer-guy: I think it has something to do with a Hawk? But I wouldn't know because the movie tells us practically nothing about him. Also, I don't think he has super powers either, though he is good with a bow and arrow. Would I pay $7 to watch a movie about him? Yep. But until then, he was really just along for the ride on this one.

This is no X-Men-like tale of people who are tremendously gifted and struggle with the joint power and vulnerability that comes with those gifts. It's a story about a bunch of ego-maniacs who sort of band together to combat a problem that they kind of created in the first place. I will give Whedon credit that he cleverly incorporates critical reactions at the end of the film from the people who have been saved, and some of them wonder if the superheroes aren't just as much of a problem/liability as the forces that attacked (as I said, he did a good job with the movie-making). But all in all? The rich guys with the fancy powers save the day. And I guess that's good.

But it's also a little boring and unlikely, don't you think?

May 6, 2012

The Explicit Gospel, by Matt Chandler

I lived in Dallas for two of my three years in seminary, and during that time I had the privilege of attending The Village Church. Working and worshiping with the people there was amazing, and I continue to be blessed by the things I learned there. Recently, the lead pastor at The Village, Matt Chandler, published a book entitled The Explicit Gospel. I haven't yet read it, but I highly recommend it (and please note that all the profits from the book go back to the ministry, not to Matt's pockets). Matt's teaching is honest and inspired, and I absolutely trust his theology and message.

A few weeks ago, Matt Chandler preached his book tour message at my home church, The Austin Stone. It was such a joy to hear him preach again--I can honestly say he is one of the most gifted preachers I have ever heard. And by gifted I don't mean a talented professional communicator. I mean a godly man lit up by the fire of the Holy Spirit. He has a rare ability to make you laugh with him, then punch you in the gut with theological truth and send you away thanking him for it. And he also happens to be a very talented communicator. Just one that's powered by Jesus.

Awesomely, there is video available for you to watch right now of that sermon. I strongly recommend it, whether you're an atheist, a dedicated Christian, or somewhere in between. It will be absolutely worth your time.

Watch the video here.

May 5, 2012

Scripture Saturday: Psalm 36:5-9

Your steadfast love, O Lord, extends to the heavens,
your faithfulness to the clouds.
Your righteousness is like the mountains of God;
your judgments are like the great deep;
man and beast you save, O Lord.
How precious is your steadfast love, O God!
The children of mankind take refuge in the shadow of your wings.
They feast on the abundance of your house,
and you give them drink from the river of your delights.
For with you is the fountain of life;
in your light do we see light.


This is another psalm I have heard put to music as a worship song. It deserves to be sung over and over, to remind us of the vastness of God’s attributes. So often I find I do not realize just how massive God is-- His power, love, mercy, holiness, etc. I tend to, unconsciously, put human limits on Him. I get halfway through a prayer and realize I am responding to Him as though His patience with me has limits, as though my sin is bigger than His mercy. Once I realize my error, it seems silly, yet I often slip into these beliefs without even realizing it. I worry about problems because they seem big, when I really should be focusing on the omnipresence and omnipotence of God. I pray frantically for the children I work with; I should be comforted by the fact that God loves and cares for them infinitely more than I do. I become depressed thinking too much of my sin and too little of God’s forgiveness. We could sing psalms like this all day long, and still our minds wouldn’t comprehend just how big our God is. But it is incredibly good to praise Him and remind ourselves of His attributes.

May 3, 2012

May is National Foster Care Month

I'm not sure why it took me three days to realize that, but it did. In honor of dedicating May to building awareness of foster care in the US, here are some daunting statistics:

Only 5% of the kids ages 15-18 in foster care get adopted. Instead, each year, roughly 30,000 kids 'age out' of US foster care, meaning they turn 18 and are literally thrust out into the world on their own and are expected to be fully functioning, independent adults. By that time, they have been in foster care for an average of five years.

By age 21……

—1 in 7 experience homelessness

—50% will be unemployed

—71% of the women will become pregnant

—77% of the men will be arrested

—20% of males will become career criminals
(versus 5% of general population)
[statistics taken from helponechild.org]

I was an intelligent, independent young lady at 18, with no history of trauma in my short and decidedly blessed life. But if you had unleashed me in the world with no resources, I don't know that I would have survived. Let's face it, ages 18-21 are not the years when any of us make the best, most responsible decisions of our lives, and that's even when we've been 'raised right.'

Add to that the fact that kids aging out of care have had significant trauma in their lives, often years and years of trauma (foster care itself is, even at its best, traumatic). Their time in care is often wildly unstable and chaotic, with little to no opportunity to learn the basic life skills that would help them succeed in the adult world. I honestly don't know how someone would even begin to take care of himself in that situation. And keep in mind, they age out when they turn eighteen, which could easily be in October of their junior year of high school, and they suddenly have no home, no income, probably no transportation, and no family. It is a miracle that any of them make it with the odds stacked so firmly against them.

This must change. Organizations all across the country are brainstorming and working toward solutions, and building awareness is an important step. You can also visit this website to find out more about ways to help.

May 2, 2012

Holy Sharing for the Glory of Christ, This is Awesome!

I made the tough decision not to attend Summit this year. And in case you are wondering, Summit is just about the most awesome orphan care conference held in the US each year. I have never attended one, because of my school schedule, but they routinely get the best speakers, the biggest numbers, and the most extensive breakout sessions. It is THE orphan care conference.

My father, in an unbelievably generous and amazing surprise gesture, offered to fund my attendance at this year's Summit. But, because nothing stresses me out so much as the panic-inducing triumvirate of claustrophobic air travel, immense crowds, and chatty, well-meaning strangers, I declined. I asked my dad if, instead, he would be willing to fund my purchase of the audio downloads from the main sessions, and he, being a fantastic guy, agreed. Blessed beyond measure, that's me!

And then, through Twitter, I heard the following news, which absolutely defies superlatives:

For the first time EVER, you can all watch Summit LIVE!!
Just go here.

I don't have words. Except that God is astoundingly good, and His servants are astoundingly sacrificial in their pursuit of the fatherless. May we all give as selflessly as these folks have to spread the word of God's love for orphans and the universal call for believers to serve them in their distress!!

May 1, 2012

Hooray for May!

I'm so glad it's May!

April was a stressful month around here. Planning an Easter service for 200 preschoolers, gathering all my tax documents from the various moving boxes, drawers, and grocery bags where I've stashed them in the last four months, agonizing over whether or not I would be hired for my dream job, and rushing to get all my coursework finished by the 'graduating students' earlier deadline meant a month of pacing, procrastinating, and prayer-filled, sleepless nights.

But God has been overwhelmingly good. Easter was amazing, thanks only to His provision and guidance. I filed my tax extension in time (and don't actually owe any more tax for 2011). I was hired for my dream job (hallelujah!!!). And I did finish all my coursework, with a record-breaking four hours to spare. =)

I'm still glad it's May though.

I get a break from school and work. I get to spend time with my younger sister, who'll be home for two weeks. I get to go to Dallas and graduate and see a bunch of seminary friends. I even get to read wonderful, challenging, delightful fiction that makes only a passing reference to complex theological concepts.

After three truly tough but immensely rewarding years, I am enjoying a sweetly blessed little break. And I am grateful!!

Then justice will dwell in the wilderness,
And righteousness remain in the fruitful field.
The work of righteousness will be peace,
And the effect of righteousness, quietness and assurance forever.
My people will dwell in a peaceful habitations
In secure dwellings, and in quiet resting places.
--Isaiah 32:16-18