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A week and a half ago my laptop crashed, and took all my pictures and files with it. No fun! So for the past week we have been trying to recover and transfer things over to my new laptop.&lt;br /&gt;
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We have been soaking up some great weather in these parts. The kids have been wearing themselves out in the backyard, and I have received many hand picked flowers...aren't these the best :)??&lt;br /&gt;
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Lincoln has been keeping me busy - and by busy I mean he is on the move non-stop! Lately he has started pushing chairs over the counter, tables, etc, and climbing right up on them. Yesterday I found him on the counter opening cabinets for a snack.&lt;br /&gt;
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He's 2. And he is so stinkin' active. You all were right, little boys are definitely different than little girls :). There is an energy in that child like I've never seen before. Good thing he is so, so sweet...&lt;br /&gt;
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Doesn't he look so grown?&lt;br /&gt;
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I may need to repost my post on my laundry system. Because right now I just have laundry, and no system.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have traded a good amount of my housework for time outside with my loves. &lt;i&gt;Totally worth it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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With the warm weather rolling in, we've been making lots of cool smoothies. Our favourite? Frozen berries and greek yogurt. By the way, if you don't have a Magic Bullet, you need to grab one. They are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;
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The kids only have a couple weeks of school left and they officially have a countdown to Summer going on. I love Summer with the kids. It can get hectic, but it is so nice to have a laid back schedule to do what we want. I'm looking forward to soaking up the sun with just my little crew.&lt;br /&gt;
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So thats a little glimpse of what has been happening around here. The husband and I are going on a date tomorrow night and I am SO excited! We rarely ever get a night out, so I have been looking forward to it all week :).&lt;br /&gt;
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Things in our foster case have been rough lately. And sorta ugly. And just plain hard.&lt;br /&gt;
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A few months ago when I realized that this foster journey was rising above our heads more than I'd like to admit, I didn't want to say anything. I didn't want to admit that we were questioning things,&amp;nbsp;and I didn't want to admit&amp;nbsp;that the whole situation was occupying way more of my time than it should. I felt under attack during a season of change in our life&amp;nbsp;- and in a way, I felt&amp;nbsp;plagued&amp;nbsp;by all the uncertainties that now hung over our heads.&lt;br /&gt;
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Will we keep them? &lt;i&gt;Can&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;we keep them? Are our bio kids ok? Will we all make it through this?&lt;br /&gt;
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As you know, in July we felt led to jump into fostering. We had been raising kids for 9 years, appeared to be doing this big family thing with a good amount of sanity, and us adding a kid was no shocker to people anymore - because clearly, we can not be trusted in the "we're done having kids" department. Amen?&lt;br /&gt;
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But then He gave us these 2 older girls from a really hard place - and there was no bonding, and a lot of problems, and things just started to cave in. I was trying to keep up, be brave, and love hard, but the hole we were in was filling faster than I could dig out. C started becoming more upset with each visit with their mom, and A...well, like I've mentioned, she's just got a lot going on. All the sudden there were a million unknowns. And I was drowning.&lt;br /&gt;
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The people pleaser in me wanted to say, "Things are SO great! I feel like I birthed them! Goodness, this is so beautiful!" But I couldn't, and since you only get reality around here, I kept quiet instead of sharing.&lt;br /&gt;
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Friends, I have learned that He does not want you to keep quiet when you are struggling to make sense of a rocky season. He wants us to share it with anyone you chose so we can hear these magic words, "Wait, you've felt like that too? You've been there before? Oh, it makes me feel so much better to know I'm not alone."&lt;br /&gt;
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It was hard for me, after all, how often do I&amp;nbsp;hear, "wow, 6 kids PLUS you're fostering?? You must be Super Mom!!". I would find myself cringing at how far from the truth that is. Because I struggle too. A lot. And I yell. Way more than I should. So if you're coming here looking for Super Mom, then you've come to the wrong place,&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;because she ain't here.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Besides, 2 kids, 6 kids, 10 kids, or 20 kids doesn't make you super mom. Loving your kids fearlessly, putting their needs before your own, and getting out of bed in the morning and dragging your struggling heart to the toaster to make waffles is what makes&amp;nbsp;you super mom. We laugh&amp;nbsp;a midst&amp;nbsp;the pain, smile when things are hard, and push through when we just want to crumble. That is what makes mothers different from anything else in God's creation. That's what makes us all&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;super mom.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I couldn't let go of what I had planned in my head when we started this. I was asking God why this was so incredibly hard, and why He would lead us here to only let us struggle? But now I see that He leads us into the storm to change us. He uses these times to shape us and&amp;nbsp;renovate&amp;nbsp;our lives and our hearts. So when the clouds part and the light starts to shine back in, you come out a changed person.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You see, the struggle is part of the story. &lt;/b&gt;It's actually a huge part of the big picture. It is where we grow.&lt;br /&gt;
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A close friend told me recently, &lt;b&gt;"Let go of what you thought it was going to be, and let God show you how it's going to end up."&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;I think I say that to myself daily now. Because even though life with them isn't exactly all warm &amp;amp; fuzzy all the time, we do love them deeply. Their history has a lot of pain and neglect, it seems so unfair and when I think of it all I just want to hide them forever so we can protect them.&lt;br /&gt;
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At the end of a long day when I tuck all 8 of them in, I remember that this isn't about me. It's not about us being more comfortable or about our life being easy. This is about Him. And this about bringing glory to His name&amp;nbsp;whether&amp;nbsp;they stay forever or whether they don't.&lt;br /&gt;
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So for now we breath deep and we take it a day at a time. &lt;i&gt;&lt;a href="http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-just-do-next-thing.html"&gt;We just do the next thing.&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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People have asked a lot lately about how things were going, and so I thought it was time to answer :). I get a lot of questions about how our marriage thrives through it, and how our bio kids handle it all, and I'm going to try to write about that all in more detail soon. Feel free to ask any questions about our family, I'll do my best to answer :).&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm pretty sure I've mentioned before that I love to throw&amp;nbsp;parties,&amp;nbsp;right? Well, I do. And I get carried away. But with so many kiddos, I like to have a lot of fun on&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;birthdays and I like to make them feel super special.&lt;br /&gt;
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They requested a Spa party much like one we did for Ella awhile back, and it was such a hit this time around as well. We did manis, pedis, and even facials...which cracked us adults up...&lt;br /&gt;
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Nothing fancy, just cucumbers and organic yogurt for those facials. But the girls thought it was SO great :).&lt;br /&gt;
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We set up little place settings for each girl...&lt;br /&gt;
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They talked and giggled, and that makes my heart happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love Etsy for cupcake toppers and fun little signs. I bought flip-flops for each girl to wear after the pedicures - thought that would be a good party favor instead of a bag of candy. And when Old Navy sells them for 2 for $5, how can you go wrong??&lt;br /&gt;
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So we painted nails, and opened gifts, and sang to my sweet girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't believe they are 7.&lt;br /&gt;
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So, so thankful that God rocked our little world back in 2006 and gave us twins. They have changed us, and made us better parents. They have been a breath of fresh air.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy birthday to the sweetest 7yr olds I know!&lt;br /&gt;
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2 years ago today God (finally!) gave us a little boy :). It feels like yesterday that I was rocking him back and forth in the hospital bed under that dim night time lighting. Sigh, I will forever cherish those moments.&lt;/div&gt;
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This little guy has brought so much joy to our family. He is truly a rough and tumble vision of grace. And as you may have noticed, &lt;i&gt;I'm just a little in love with him&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/div&gt;
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So we have been celebrating on and off since last weekend. We had a race car party that I will post pics of soon...because it ended up being such a cute theme!&lt;/div&gt;
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They all say I favor you.&lt;br /&gt;
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And they all speak a small amount of truth.&lt;br /&gt;
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Even my best friends say that 20 years from now I will no doubt be sitting across from Dr. Phil on some Meddling Mother-in-Law show where I will be arguing that I am not "pushy", I'm just "really involved".&lt;br /&gt;
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It's not that I actually love you more or have placed you as my "favorite" child, it's just that my connection to you is far different than my connection to your sisters. So many people told me the bond would be unique, but I just didn't believe it.&lt;br /&gt;
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From the moment you were born I knew our relationship would be special.&lt;br /&gt;
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You see, your sisters and I have the same hormones running through our veins which basically binds us for life. We'll hopefully have that "mother/daughter/best friends" relationship as they get older just like my mom and I do. They'll call me to talk about everything and nothing. We will talk about clothes, complain about&amp;nbsp;pms, shop for prom dresses, plan weddings, and wait in line for $5&amp;nbsp;crockpots&amp;nbsp;on Black Friday.&lt;br /&gt;
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Lord willing, we will always travel in a pack. I already look forward to those future memories with your sisters.&lt;br /&gt;
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Oh, we also will talk about your new girlfriend that you bring to dinner when we all go to the bathroom together. You might as well know that now.&lt;br /&gt;
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But deep in my mothering heart, I know that won't be the deal with you. I know that boys leave their moms for a girl that has stolen their heart. That's why I have eaten up every single second of you while I can.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that before I know it you will be running around with the neighbor boys, playing in the mud, working out in the garage with dad, joining the football team, and then ultimately find some know-it-all girl who thinks she knows more about you than I do.&lt;br /&gt;
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Keep in mind that I spent 9 months carrying you, gained almost 50 pounds, endured swelling that could've been featured on the Discovery Health channel, and then had my abdomen cut open to bring you into this world. Maybe you should write those facts down on an index card, have it laminated, and always keep it in your back pocket.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;Just in case you ever need a refresher.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's probably best that you make sure any prospect is strong enough to embrace 1 mother-in-law and 5 sister-in-laws.&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;She's going to need a GREAT sense of humor.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So I thought I'd help you and your future bride out by drafting up a set of vows for her - I will work on yours in the years to come. Please know that these are subject to change at anytime, especially as your wedding gets closer...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I, girl who is 2nd place to your mother, take you Lincoln, to be my husband.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;To have and to hold from this day forward.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(And speaking of holding, she should hold all of our children as soon as I deliver. She does have tons of experience and she did raise exceptional human beings like yourself and your beautiful sisters.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;For better or for worse,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(Although I just would like to say that life will always be better when your mother is right smack in the middle of our business. She has earned the privilege of knowing everything about me and my ways. I should probably give her access to all my social networking sites.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;for richer, for poorer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(Which by the way, money will never matter because your mom can guide me on big purchases, shopping trips, and help me find the best deals on the latest trends...she is after all such a&amp;nbsp;fashionista.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;in sickness and in health,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(And when you are sick, I know you'll want your mom to come take care of you because she is the only woman that will ever be able to truly comfort you. She's your world.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;to love and to cherish;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(Even though I will never cherish you like your mother does. You should call her everyday and remind her how much you and I adore her. Schedule weekly lunch dates with her too so you can get her opinion on important decisions we are making at the time.)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;from this day forward until death do us part.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(Now lets go to the reception where your mom should have the first dance with you.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I think that is completely appropriate, don't you? We can work on them as you get older...I'm sure I'll need to make some changes here and there.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love you, my sweet Lincoln. You are my favorite little man on the planet, forever and always.&lt;br /&gt;
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My sweet little (although growing so fast) girls, there are 10 things I want you to know. And I loved talking&amp;nbsp;through&amp;nbsp;some of them with you on our&amp;nbsp;special&amp;nbsp;night out :). I know that you won't always want or welcome my advice, so I will try to refrain from constantly blurting out my opinions as you continue to grow.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the newness of this "older kids" season I have learned a lot. My life isn't all toddlers and babies like it once was. I've learned a lot about waiting and listening. A lot about letting go and letting you grow. And a lot about how I try to control things that were never meant to be in my control.&lt;br /&gt;
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Motherhood is humbling, girls. It's a journey of grace, and love, and joy, and pain, and sleepless nights. It's dancing in the rain, and soaking up the small stuff. It's this passion that runs so deep in my being that sometimes it's painful.&lt;br /&gt;
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10 things, girls. 10 things that I want you all to remember as you grow...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You are unique.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Unique among your siblings, and unique among your peers. You won't be any good at being someone else, but you will be great at being you. Each of you have different passions and talents that make you stunning in His (and my) eyes. Embrace the beauty that God created when He knit you together. Inside and out.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Everyone is not doing it.&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Not everyone is acting that way. Not everyone talks like that. Not everyone is wearing that skimpy outfit. And not everyone thinks its cool. The only one you need to be following is Him. Otherwise, be a leader and a light.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;You are worth it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;You are worth that dream you want to chase, that goal you want to reach, and anything else your little hearts desire. You are worth waiting for, worth fighting for, and worth the respect of others (especially the boys, my dears). You are worth it because He says so.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Don't be a gossip&lt;/b&gt;. You don't want to be that girl. It never ends well and it almost always comes back to bite you. God wants your words to be full of grace.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Be Honest. &lt;/b&gt;To me, to yourself, to Him. Be upfront and tell it like it is. It's like telling someone their zipper is down, awkward at first, but better for everyone in the end.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Focus on your heart, not your appearance.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Modesty is admirable. The pressure from our culture can be nasty, be prepared to fight for what you know is true. The state of your heart is more important than your size, or choice in designer clothes - you are more important than a number. And at the end of the day, people want to be with someone who's heart is full of passion and joy, not with someone who only talks about her image or lack there of.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Love your sisters&lt;/b&gt;. Take a look around you, these ladies are your best friends. They will be here when you are down and when you want to celebrate. They (along with myself) will sit in bed and eat pizza with you when you get your heart broken. It is an unbreakable bond,&amp;nbsp;remember&amp;nbsp;that.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I am your mother, not your friend&lt;/b&gt;. This is a hard one for me because I&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;really&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;want you to like me and I know that sometimes you won't. For now though, it's my job to raise you. We'll laugh and talk like girlfriends sometimes, but for the most part, I'm mom. I can't wait to have the grown up relationships with you that I have with your grandma.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Show grace.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Love people even when they're not your favorite people. Everyone needs Him and you never know what the kid next to you is dealing with. Nothing trumps the grace that He has shown us. It truly is amazing grace, ladies - don't ever let anyone tell you different. Share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I'm here.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;Anytime you need me. Anytime you need to talk or cry or rejoice, I'm here. I want to know whats happening in your little world. I will wait for you to tell me and I'll try to accept the times that you don't. Just know that I hurt when you hurt, and I rejoice when you rejoice. Tell me all about life, I'll listen.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love ya, my babes.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, you'll always be my babies. And no, I won't call you that in front of your friends anymore.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is nothing I wouldn't do, no fight I wouldn't fight, and no other earthly love like the one I have for you.&amp;nbsp; It is unique and mysterious and a gift from Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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You ladies are a gift in so many ways. I am forever thankful for the bond we have. And yes, I am in favor of many more "girls nights out" :).&lt;br /&gt;
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I get why people ask those questions though. And I would imagine that&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;every&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;mom gets why people ask those questions, because every mom gets how hard her job is. It's like when you have a newborn, and you're a week postpartum, and you haven't showered or brushed your teeth, and the baby is crying while your other kids are fighting, and the&amp;nbsp;washing&amp;nbsp;machine just ate your last pair of hospital net underwear.&lt;/div&gt;
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Like I've confessed before, I have many days when this mom gig feels mundane and redundant. Let's just all go ahead and admit that some days kinda suck. C'mon, raise your hand, some days being a mother sucks the life right out of you and all you want to do is run screaming from you're house. It's ok to admit it, you're safe here.&lt;br /&gt;
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Motherhood is hard. That is a simple fact. Some days more than others.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's kind of like a roller coaster...with only tall hills and loops...and you just keep going up the tall hill anticipating the other side, and then after the rush of going down the hill it throws you for another loop. Yea,&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;it's kinda like that.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Foster care&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;is also like that, a roller coaster that never ends. Yesterday we had a visit with their mom, she decided to show up, and we all sang Cumbaya. &lt;i&gt;Not really.&lt;/i&gt; The reality is that there is never a time that it doesn't sting a little when they run to her and all of the sudden I fall into 2nd place. Not going to lie, it actually stings a lot, especially with all we're dealing with with the girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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But for some reason a child instinctively wants their mom to love them,&amp;nbsp;regardless&amp;nbsp;of the ugly past. &lt;b&gt;That is the power of a mother's love.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I even find myself caring about their mom in a mothering way. Don't get me wrong, this woman can make me crazy, but like I've mentioned before, she's pretty young and never really had a mom. So I stand in this&amp;nbsp;weird&amp;nbsp;place where I want to keep her girls, but I also want to reach out and love her as well. I even found myself in the grocery yesterday buying her prenatal vitamins (because yes, she's expecting again. Don't EVEN get me started.). She feels like the enemy sometimes, but that motherly instinct to love her always trumps the bad feelings. Us mothers can't help it, its running through our tired veins.&lt;br /&gt;
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The deep down ugly truth is that I often just want her to go away even though I know God's plan is best, and &amp;nbsp;even though I know they are not really mine. But they feel like they're mine. Until we see her. And then I am humbled right into the background of the whole story. But that is the thing, &lt;b&gt;mothers often are changing lives and keeping things going behind the scenes of everyday life - there is not a lot of recognition,&lt;i&gt; but He sees us.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We are mothers. And we love relentlessly, even when it seems crazy. And it is indeed crazy!&lt;br /&gt;
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- Love, love, love you guys for your encouragement and advice on the&amp;nbsp;possible&amp;nbsp;seizures A is having. We go this morning for her EEG, and as far as I know, we won't have results right away. She is having a "sleep deprived" test so we couldn't put her to bed any&amp;nbsp;earlier&amp;nbsp;than 11pm, and had to wake her by 5am. Sweet mercy, this child needs her sleep or things get ugly - so it's probable that both of us will be crying by the time the test is over.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Just to fill you in a bit... we found out last week that her "delays" are pretty significant, so that could all play into the staring spells she is having. Basically she has some receptive, processing, and communication issues going on - all part of what He intended for her even though it seems REALLY unfair right now. And honestly, shes been through a lot, so that could play a part as well. She has a long road ahead, but I know she'll be ok :). She is a sweet little trooper, and I know He has a great plan for her!&lt;br /&gt;
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- I love them more and more everyday. Which scares me because, well, &lt;i&gt;it's foster care&lt;/i&gt;. Just had to get that out.&lt;br /&gt;
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- On to lighter things. We had the school carnival this weekend and the older girls were so excited. Reason #249 to have a big family: you always win a cake at the cake walk when you're kids are involved. Great odds, people.&lt;br /&gt;
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- I bought &lt;a href="http://www.etsy.com/listing/114284539/personalized-padded-cosmetic-bag-custom?ref=pr_shop"&gt;these cosmetic bags&lt;/a&gt; for a&amp;nbsp;couple&amp;nbsp;friends at Christmas, and then saw not long ago that the lady dropped the price to $15! So cheap, so stinkin' cute! It makes me happy.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Oh, before I forget - I am changing my twitter, facebook, instagram, etc over to the name "Filled To The Brim". Remember a few months back when &lt;a href="http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/09/same-savvy-blog-yet-different.html"&gt;I did a blog makeover&lt;/a&gt;? Well, it's time to take the name change full circle...I've put it off long enough. So just remember that it is still me in your news feed! Same savvy crew, only a tad different :).&lt;br /&gt;
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I can hardly loosen my grip from "Savvy Little Women". It's where we come from, it's who we are, it's in our blood.&lt;br /&gt;
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- I've wanted to hang some new things on our walls. You know, just change things up a bit. But then when I go to do it I get all scattered - Should I hang new pictures? A canvas? Modern wall art? An oversized fork?&lt;br /&gt;
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And my anxious-flyer self even hopped on a flight home all by myself on Sunday. I know, I'm growing up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;
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I spent the weekend in Atlanta with some friends at the Created For Care retreat for foster and adoptive moms. We spent 48 hours talking about how to "love big" when it comes to our kids and through the ups and downs of parenting kiddos from hard places. Lot's of info and lot's to take in, but it was really good :).&lt;br /&gt;
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It also ended up being a much needed reminder that He is still pursuing me, as I pursue a new normal for my family right now. It's SO easy to get lost in the shuffle of day to day life as a mom, and it was really refreshing to remember that I am part of the story too - that my heart matters to Him as well. Goodness, that is so easy to forget when you are giving yourself completely to these little loves day in and day out!&lt;br /&gt;
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My mommy heart had been struggling so much from carrying the weight of our situation. I do not like crying in public, but I could not keep composure in some of these sessions, friends. I have been so fearful of loving big and losing time and time again - but lately I have started to feel a release from that. I just feel this peace about loving as much as we can, even though the&amp;nbsp;future&amp;nbsp;isn't clear. Because if we don't love these kids, then who will? And if we don't love in the darkness of this world, then what use are we as Christians?&lt;br /&gt;
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Last week I had a Dr appointment for A. I know I've mentioned that we have been worried about some things going on with her, and I believe we have found some reasons. The issues seem a tad bigger than just delays, and the team at our childrens hospital believe that she is actually having seizures - at night and several during the day in the form of what looks like a total "zone out".&lt;/div&gt;
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Monday morning we have an EEG scheduled for her and we are praying for the best - that they aren't seizures, and that things are better than they seem. But if they are indeed exactly what they seem? That's ok too. His plan is the best plan for our journey. I feel at total peace about that.&lt;/div&gt;
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We saw the mom last week and I'm still feeling that compassionate feeling inside me for her, even though I hate her choices. She grew up much like her kids are, and I have to literally force myself not to embrace her when she talks about it. Because friends, I just want to hug this woman for some reason. I think I'm about to cross the line of what I "should" be doing, to what I feel like He would want me to do. And that is to love as big as we can for as long as we can - and right now I feel like that includes the kids &lt;i&gt;and &lt;/i&gt;her.&lt;/div&gt;
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Like I've said, I may get burned, but I don't think&amp;nbsp;choosing&amp;nbsp;to love someone who needs it is ever a bad thing. Jesus loves me even though I don't deserve it, and that is what I keep thinking of when I think of her.&lt;br /&gt;
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In other news, we have a school carnival this weekend, it will be a first for C. I can not even begin to tell you how excited this child is to do the "cake walk". Makes me smile! Although I think we could go into cake overload if all the children play - gotta have&amp;nbsp;boundaries, people.&lt;/div&gt;
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- I am leaving this Friday to fly to Atlanta for a Foster/Adoption retreat called Created For Care. I am super excited to get away for a couple days but also super nervous to leave all my loves. Oh, and I MIGHT be a semi-anxious flyer. So you can pray for my nerves :).&lt;br /&gt;
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- Ella has started "getting ready" in the bathroom when we leave the house. It has begun, Lord help me.&lt;br /&gt;
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- I went into Target, and big surprise, I came out with things I didn't need. But for real, these owl boxes make me HAPPY, and they are on sale for like $7...&lt;br /&gt;
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- I posted on &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/savvylittlewomen"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt; last week that we made these &lt;a href="http://www.skinnytaste.com/2008/06/black-bean-brownies-2-pts.html"&gt;Black Bean Brownies&lt;/a&gt;. And&amp;nbsp;seriously,&amp;nbsp;it's almost funny how good they are. I don't know why this recipe makes any sense, but believe me it does.&lt;br /&gt;
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- Some of the kids are now crying and fighting over what sounds like a bean bag chair...but it could be anything. Gonna check out the madness and then make dinner :).&lt;br /&gt;
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But I can't fix this. And He is teaching me that I shouldn't be trying to put every piece back together in any broken situation all by myself. He is the One that restores. He is the One that heals. And He is the One that makes sense of the storms.&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodness, this has all been a tad consuming. I feel like I spend a lot of my time praying, "Lord, is it your plan for us to keep these girls? Or are You planning to&amp;nbsp;rebuild&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;bio family? Should I do this? Should I do that? PLEASE GIVE ME AN ANSWER!"&lt;br /&gt;
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C has been struggling. Its just plain and simple. She is sad, and I can tell that her little 5 year old thoughts are elsewhere. She has been here almost 3 months, she is confused about her mom, and she wants me to make the hurting stop. She wants me to explain why she never comes to see her, and she wants me to fix it. But I can't - and I hate that.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I stand in this confusing space of wanting to reach out to the mom and show her grace, and wanting to come across the table at the her during our next visit. Just being honest.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can tell that C wants to love me, yet she keeps me at an arms length some of the time. She needs me, but she's not sure she can trust me. We have this constant power struggle, I want the natural relationship to be there, but the bottom line is that it just takes time. &lt;i&gt;All things that are worth while take time&lt;/i&gt;. Our foster worker (who I love) told me something last week that keeps haunting me...&lt;br /&gt;
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That's a sobering truth for me. So this past week I have spent a lot of time reassuring, and I have spent a lot of time tucking her in and saying, "you know I'm here for good, right? I'm not going anywhere." We are making progress, but I must confess that having a child reject your love and ask for a woman who has basically abandoned her has been one of the hardest things I've ever had to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't fix it, &lt;i&gt;but I know He can in His timing&lt;/i&gt;. Even though its a mess right now, I can also say that it has been the biggest lesson in unconditional love for me. I can hate the mom all I want, but the bottom line is her sin is no different than my sin in the Lords eyes - hers is just more public. There are not only kids that need homes, but there are families that need hope.&lt;br /&gt;
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We are supposed to see her today, it will only be the 2nd time in 12 weeks that she has come. I can already tell you that C is going to feel abandoned again, and that it will be a hard day for her. So please pray for her little heart, I would really appreciate it!&lt;/div&gt;
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I want to put all the pieces back together, but that's not my job. My job is to love unconditionally and try to share Jesus in any way I can while we have them. His promises aren't empty, He will bring beauty from ashes in all of this - that is about the only thing I'm currently sure of :).&lt;/div&gt;
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more than the chauffeur...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the referee...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the cleaner...&lt;br /&gt;
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and more than the lady chasing her kid down aisle 8.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;A wife of noble character who can find?&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;She is worth far more than rubies.&lt;br /&gt;Her husband has full confidence in her&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and lacks nothing of value.&lt;br /&gt;She brings him good, not harm,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;all the days of her life. (Proverbs 31: 10-12)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are more than a number...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than a size...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than an exercise...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the latest trends.&lt;br /&gt;
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and more than the worlds pressure to be perfect.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;Many women do noble things,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but you surpass them all.&lt;br /&gt;Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;but a woman who fears the LORD is to be praised. (Proverbs 31: 29-30)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are more than a soccer mom...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than a pto volunteer...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than a field trip chaperon..&lt;br /&gt;
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and more than the one who's always pushing a stroller and&amp;nbsp;wearing a baby while cheering her kiddo on.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;em&gt;She gets up while it is still night;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;she provides food for her family&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and portions for her female servants.&lt;br /&gt;She considers a field and buys it;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;out of her earnings she plants a vineyard. (Proverbs 31: 15-16)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are more than the sock sorter...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the lunch packer...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the math teacher...&lt;br /&gt;
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more than the&amp;nbsp;cupcake maker...&lt;br /&gt;
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and more than the one who tucks their shirts in, wipes their faces off, and sends them on their way.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;She opens her arms to the poor&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;and extends her hands to the needy.&lt;br /&gt;When it snows, she has no fear for her household;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;for all of them are clothed in scarlet. (Proverbs 31: 20-21)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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You are more than the potty trainer, bath giver, and the crumb cleaner.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are His.&lt;br /&gt;
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Living in His sweet grace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Clinging to this giant role.&lt;br /&gt;
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Bringing up&amp;nbsp;these little treasures that&amp;nbsp;call you mama.&lt;br /&gt;
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You are sought after, chased down, cuddled up next to, kissed on, waited for, and adored by those He's entrusted to you. You have the most important job with the greatest benefit package.&lt;br /&gt;
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And today is another day to embrace that gift...&lt;em&gt;this calling.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Enjoy it, it's fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;
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Motherhood is beautiful. And fun, and exciting, and adventurous. It's also really rough sometimes. The day in and the day out has gotten to me lately, and before I know it, I'm crying over the stove while I stir macaroni and cheese. &lt;i&gt;You know those moments&lt;/i&gt;. The kids are crazy, dinner isn't ready, you're still in your workout clothes from that morning, and the husband just called and said he's going to be late.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am thankful for this role, but honestly, sometimes, it can feel all consuming. I feel like I'm often just coasting in on fumes by bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;
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Have I truly become that woman who lost herself in motherhood?&lt;br /&gt;
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That is the age old question of the mother who's in yoga pants, with her hair tied back, breaking up a fight, and carrying a laundry basket down the stairs while a crying child hangs on her leg.&lt;br /&gt;
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(Good news, though. Even when we feel lost in motherhood, He still sees us.)&lt;br /&gt;
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For as long as I can remember, I've wanted to be a mom. I've wanted to grow bundles of&amp;nbsp;joy in my womb and I've wanted to have little arms to hug my neck. I asked, and He answered, 6 times over. And now He is letting us love on kids that need a family.&lt;br /&gt;
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I will forever feel undeserving of these amazing kiddos, and I will also forever say that they are living proof of His grace in my life. Walking, talking, growing, and snugly grace.&lt;br /&gt;
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Goodness, that's a lot of weddings right there.&lt;br /&gt;
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But even though&amp;nbsp;motherhood is nothing short of miraculous, it's easy to feel consumed and burnt out. You know what God is teaching me, though?&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;It's ok to feel burnt out.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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It's ok to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like you want something for yourself, it's ok to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like you need a break, and its ok to&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;feel&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;like you might run screaming from your house. God knew us moms would feel these things, none of those feelings surprise Him like they do us.&lt;br /&gt;
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My people pleasing instinct is to paint this pretty picture of a life that is always filled with beautiful pictures of the kids and I sharing ice cream cones and braiding each others hair. But that is not real life. Real life is me breaking up arguments over who is looking at who, kids crying because we're not buying something out of the dollar bins at Target, floors that desperately need mopped, and a mother that often needs the biggest chill pill YOU'VE EVER SEEN.&lt;br /&gt;
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Just being honest.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sometimes I don't like to say all this out loud...&lt;i&gt;cause that makes it real&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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After all, what good mom gets burnt out? What good mom admits that she feels totally consumed by the day to day routines? What mother says she is just tired of being tracked down every second of the day? And what good mother admits that some days she just wants to get in the car and drive away??&lt;br /&gt;
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Hi, my name is Kate, and I'd like to admit those things - along with the fact that I sometimes feel swallowed whole by motherhood.&lt;br /&gt;
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And while we're admitting things, I sometimes tell my kids that I have to use the restroom when I don't. And then there's those times when I walk at a glacier pace to return my shopping cart to the cart corral after I get my herd in the car. And ok, I'm not really resting my eyes, I am trying to catch a quick nap but I can't because A CHILD KEEPS POKING ME IN THE FACE.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ahem.&lt;br /&gt;
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The responsibility of motherhood is heavy - you have to reach a point where you realize it wasn't meant for you to carry alone. He wants to listen and help. I think the magic moment is when you see and believe that every season and every journey is part of the bigger plan to make you who He wants you to be.&lt;br /&gt;
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So ultimately, this mommy journey isn't just about the kids, it's about God doing a work in you as well. We are a big part of the picture even though we're often covered up by sweet little loves and buried beneath embarrassing amounts of laundry. Behind the cute kids and the perfect family picture is a mom running the household ship all day until she lays her head down at night. We are stronger than we think, and oh are we cherished by Him.&lt;br /&gt;
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"The days are long, but the years are short." I can't remember where I read that but I know it's true. So I'm taking every seasoned parents advice that "this time will go so fast" -&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;even though it doesn't feel that way some days.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't have much "me time", and my days are about serving others - and because of that, I think I'm starting to see myself clearer. I'm starting to see that motherhood is about me too, that my heart and my passions matter to Him just as much as the kids matter to me.&lt;br /&gt;
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He's not just our God, but our Father, remember? And a Father cares about His child.&lt;br /&gt;
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It's all grace. Messy, consuming, but amazing grace. I see now that He's using them to help mold me, as I try to mold them.&lt;br /&gt;
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After having half of a poptart thrown over the shower curtain this morning while washing my hair, I decided it was time to take the motherhood quiz again.&lt;br /&gt;
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These are the questions of our lives. Or maybe just my life. You can decide.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;1.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You go out for a morning run and upon arrival home you have 4 minutes before you need to wake the children. Do you...&lt;br /&gt;
A. Brush your teeth&lt;br /&gt;
B. Take the worlds quickest shower&lt;br /&gt;
C. Wait 5 minutes till the baby starts screaming then shower with him on your hip.&lt;br /&gt;
D. Wait till all the children are up and available to stand in the bathroom to confirm you have no privacy.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;2.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Breakfast is over for the kids and now you have 90 seconds to eat something before the first fight of the day breaks out over who holds the remote. Do you...&lt;br /&gt;
A. Eat the leftover scraps from the table.&lt;br /&gt;
B. Eat the half eaten granola bar that's in your pocket from yesterday (yes, you have the same pants on).&lt;br /&gt;
C. Pray that Starbucks has started delivering breakfast to moms across the nation at 8am every morning.&lt;br /&gt;
D. Eat Cheerios out of the no spill bowl that you poured for your baby while one child hangs on your leg.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;3.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;There are 47 loads of laundry to do and only 24 hours in the day. Do you...&lt;br /&gt;
A. Pack the washer way beyond capacity and hope the water reaches every piece.&lt;br /&gt;
B. Drag it all to goodwill and start over.&lt;br /&gt;
C. Eat a donut.&lt;br /&gt;
D. Ignore it and wait for your imaginary cleaning lady to show up.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;4.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;3 of your kids have soccer. The oldest has soccer at 5:30 and the middle 2 have soccer at 6pm. They all need to eat 1 hour before and will want to eat again within 1 hour of being home. Then all 8 need baths before the 1st bedtime at 7:15 and the 2nd bedtime at 7:45 which is basically impossible. How do you go about this without losing your mind?&lt;br /&gt;
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Explain your answer &amp;amp; show your work.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;5.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp; "Me time" is now defined as...&lt;br /&gt;
A. Sitting in the car by yourself during soccer practice.&lt;br /&gt;
B. A root canal on a sunny afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;
C. Walking to the mailbox.&lt;br /&gt;
D. All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;6.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;The FedEx guy rings the doorbell during naptime and WAKES THE BABY. Do you...&lt;br /&gt;
A.) Punch him in the face.&lt;br /&gt;
B.) Kick him in the shins.&lt;br /&gt;
C.) Make him trade jobs for a day now that he's made yours harder.&lt;br /&gt;
D.) Take deep breaths similar to those while in labor to cool down before opening the door.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;7.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You were just ripped from your sleep by (please note that the offender is subject to a don't-wake-mama outburst followed by a heartfelt &amp;amp; half-asleep apology)...&lt;br /&gt;
A. A child who has peed in their bed&lt;br /&gt;
B. A child who has peed in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;bed&lt;br /&gt;
C. A child who has thrown up in their bed&lt;br /&gt;
D. A child who has thrown up in&amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;your&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;bed&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;8.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;When driving alone in the car Dora the Explorer comes on your Ipod and it takes you how long to change it...&lt;br /&gt;
A. 5 seconds&lt;br /&gt;
B. 10 seconds&lt;br /&gt;
C. 15 seconds&lt;br /&gt;
D. Before you know it, you realize you are at a stop light with the window rolled down and you have sang along to the whole song. (You know you don't know any adult songs anymore.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;9.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You tell the children to sit at the table quietly, but it translates into kid language as...&lt;br /&gt;
A. Run around the table till someone falls and cries.&lt;br /&gt;
B. Act like your sippy cups are bowling balls.&lt;br /&gt;
C. Say you aren't eating what is cooking before you've even seen it.&lt;br /&gt;
D. Start making fake crying noises cause mom hasn't heard enough actual crying and whining today.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;10.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;67 is...&lt;br /&gt;
A. The amount of times someone yelled "mom!" in the past 10 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
B. How many diapers you changed this week.&lt;br /&gt;
C. The amount you spent at Target after going in for only 1 thing that cost $3.99.&lt;br /&gt;
D. The amount of times you've said this week that your car should have one of those dividers that can go up and down like in a limo.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;11.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You can't get anywhere on time. For this you blame...&lt;br /&gt;
A. Shoes that won't tie themselves.&lt;br /&gt;
B. Someone inevitably always has to go potty the moment you're ready to walk out the door.&lt;br /&gt;
C. PMS&lt;br /&gt;
D. Not being able to find your car keys that have been clipped to YOUR OWN belt loop for the past 20 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;12.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;While on the phone, one of the children is saying, "mom...mom...mama...mommy...mom...mama". Their important question is...&lt;br /&gt;
A. How tall are you?&lt;br /&gt;
B. Can turtles jump?&lt;br /&gt;
C. Is Ohio a country?&lt;br /&gt;
D. Can you flush a barbie doll?&lt;br /&gt;
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(insert me banging my head against the nearest wall after that last one.)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;13.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You still have 45 minutes till the husband gets home. 3 children are fighting, 3 are crying, and 2 have the tv volume turned up to 84. You...&lt;br /&gt;
A. Consider scheduling a tubal.&lt;br /&gt;
B. Consider scheduling a vasectomy.&lt;br /&gt;
C. Eat another donut.&lt;br /&gt;
D. Call your mom and apologize for anything you ever did as a child.&lt;br /&gt;
*Bonus option!*&lt;br /&gt;
E. All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;14.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;While changing clothes, with all the kids in your room of course, you hear...&lt;br /&gt;
A. Total silence. Just stares, wide eyes and looks of confusion and wonder on their face. You might get an occasional self esteem boosting, "you're really big" or "what is that???". (please note that the test administrator decided there was only one answer for this question)&lt;br /&gt;
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(Its shocking that mothers get out of bed in the morning sometimes, isn't it?)&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;15.)&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;You're life is...&lt;br /&gt;
A. Busy, but so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;
B. Completely exhausting, but fulfilling.&lt;br /&gt;
C. Chaotic, but packed full of sweetness.&lt;br /&gt;
D. All of the above.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Sigh&lt;/i&gt;, what would I do with all my extra time if I didn't have to answer these pressing questions all day long :)?&lt;br /&gt;
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It's been a crazy ride so far. It's almost funny to think back and see how things have progressed. So for my records, here's an honest look at the journey so far...&lt;br /&gt;
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We started out this adventure in what I like to call the "newborn fog". We didn't have babies but they were still new to us. I didn't know what I was doing, C &amp;amp; A were smiling big, and our bio children were ooh-ing and ahh-ing over&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;new foster siblings. This is so fun! We can fix anything! Go God! Woohoo!&lt;/div&gt;
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A couple weeks passed and the ooh-ing and ahh-ing was replaced by "gimme that back!" and "the new girl just hit me in the face with a Barbie!". The laughing at bedtime that I&amp;nbsp;initially&amp;nbsp;thought was so sweet went from cute to go-to-sleep-before-mommy-turns-into-crazy-mommy. Things from the past started to surface with the girls that concerned me a good amount, my eager spirit starts to get anxious, and I basically felt like I had a billion kids at my feet all day long.&lt;/div&gt;
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Fast forward another couple weeks. I'm a little mad at life. Good feelings are dwindling fast. I'm full of doubt. We see that A is hurting a good amount, and all the joy has basically turned to worry. Our bio children are staring with wide eyes as we push through some stuff with the girls, I am not attaching to them the way I dreamed I would, and I am begging Eric to magically come up with a solution or a reason as to why we did this.&lt;/div&gt;
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I missed my family. You know, the old and predictable version of us.&lt;/div&gt;
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It wasn't that I didn't love our new additions, &lt;i&gt;I do love them very much&lt;/i&gt;, I was just having trouble making sense of it all...and it was draining. But He is changing me. He is changing us. And slowly but surely, our family is taking on a new shape. It's still hard. But there is a new and fresh wind blowing, my&amp;nbsp;friends.&lt;/div&gt;
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Something sweet is happening. There is relief, and a new normal, and a different love for C &amp;amp; A. We are all adjusting in a new way, A has a lot to be addressed but is the sweetest little thing, and we are seeing that God IS IN THIS. I can feel people praying. Grace is surfacing from the hard, and light is shining through the ugly.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Pushing through the hard is bringing in the good.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I remember telling my husband after a long foster class about struggling and hurting kids, "We won't have to worry about that...we're not taking a child that age...we'll get a little one before they experience a lot of bad." I'm embarrassed of that now, because that statement came from me wanting to be comfortable, not from me wanting to step outside my sheltered bubble of "on track" children and healthy babies.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Look at her. No seriously, &lt;i&gt;look at her&lt;/i&gt;. Isn't she sweet :)? Even though I can't show her entire face, I want you to see those innocent eyes. Look at her and know that the things she is dealing with are not her fault, she didn't ask for it, and she didn't deserve it.&lt;/div&gt;
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Look at her and try not to love her, try to say it's too hard, try to say you can't love and let go. It's impossible.&lt;/div&gt;
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This child and her big sister are not what I had planned. They have stretched me out of my comfort zone, and they have rocked my comfortable little world. But oh have they changed me forever. He has used them to focus my eyes back on Him, and they have&amp;nbsp;reminded&amp;nbsp;me that He is the ONLY one with the answers. None of this crap makes any sense without Him.&lt;/div&gt;
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The hard stuff has become the good stuff. It has become the stuff that is changing us and molding us. It has become the stuff that is drawing us closer to Him.&lt;/div&gt;
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He knew I didn't need easy, He knew I needed a little storm. I needed to be reminded that in my weakness He is strong, and that I can't do or fix it all&lt;i&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Yesterday&amp;nbsp;was a good day. Sure, we had our moments but who doesn't?&amp;nbsp;Their&amp;nbsp;story has impacted me on so many levels, I've even felt pulled lately to reach out to their bio mom. I'm excited to see what He has in store here...for them and for us.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is hope and grace for each new day, and for now, I really couldn't ask for anything more than that :).&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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He's the quiet one, the one who lives with all these women, the one who gushes over his little boy, the one who kills the bugs, the one who loves to work in the garage, and the one who doesn't love to be in pictures...&lt;br /&gt;
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He's the one I don't write about enough, the one who wrestles with the kids, the one who tells me to take deep breaths, the one who reminds me of God's grace, the one who can build anything, and the one who can't get enough snuggles with our new babies...&lt;br /&gt;
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He's the one who keeps me grounded, the one who deals with my "fly by the seat of my pants" personality, the one who has worked through the hard stuff with me, the one who has taught me to trust, and the one who acts crazy with the kids so I can just do dishes inside by myself :) ...&lt;br /&gt;
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He's the one that sat next to me through 4 deliveries, the one who held all the babies first, the one who is most reserved, the one who thinks things through, and the one who tells me not to worry.&lt;br /&gt;
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He's the one who said &lt;b&gt;"lets love as many kids as we can, for as long as we can"&lt;/b&gt; when we started our foster care process, the one who tells me to love them fearlessly, the one who tells me to take it a day at a time, and the one who reminds me that God is always in control.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy 10th anniversary to the guy who takes such good care of me :). Here's to many more!&lt;br /&gt;
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I made a road with white tape, and then we set up dollhouses along the side. So the girls each lived in their own homes and had "parties" at each others houses for fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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I don't know why we haven't done this before because it was a total hit. And I can use all the&amp;nbsp;activities&amp;nbsp;I can get around here. Because if I let them get too bored, I am on the edge by 5pm, my friends. THE EDGE.&lt;br /&gt;
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I mentioned on &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/savvylittlewomen"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;that&amp;nbsp;we've been having a really hard time with A, which has been consuming a lot of my time. It's something that I've never experienced, and it is&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;that should never plague a 3yr old. It's also something that has made me feel like handing my phone number out to anyone and everyone who has ever taken in a hurting child so they can help me be a good mom to her. &lt;i&gt;Even people on the internet.&lt;/i&gt; Any takers :)???&amp;nbsp;As a little 3yr old, her age is already working against her. Because you can tell her everything is ok, but she knows and remembers that things aren't always ok, even when people tell you they are.&lt;br /&gt;
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They have lived&amp;nbsp;their entire lives knowing that love doesn't always stay. It shows up, it breaks down, and it goes away. That's the ugly truth.&lt;/div&gt;
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As we see the anxiety rise, and I don't feel like I am completely maxed out from the meltdowns, I try to rock this baby and tell her that we are here and that she is loved. I see her fear and can't help but feel that we are dealing with one specific thing: darkness vs. light.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm sorry if that sounds "out there". But the more I deal with this little girl, the more I see that we are in the middle of a battle. For so long the enemy was able to have a grip on&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;lives, and for so long they lived in a dark spot. As a friend reminded me, "the&amp;nbsp;enemy is prowling around those girls&amp;nbsp;because&amp;nbsp;he no longer has full access to them. But victory is won, so claim the victory!" Don't ya just love friends who&amp;nbsp;boldly&amp;nbsp;speak the truth in your life?? So as a result, I have never felt the urgency to constantly pray over a child like I do A - as she struggles we continue to ask Jesus for healing and peace. And the more we pray, the more we see His love pouring out over this whole situation.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now honestly, I've had some ugly moments. I'm not proud of some of the thoughts in my head, or the things that have come out of my mouth sometimes when Eric and I stand in the living room at 2am with her as she cries. I'm not proud of how easily I could give up sometimes. Pushing through and having to CHOOSE to love through the ugly is one of the hardest things I think I've ever had to do.&lt;br /&gt;
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I won't go into boring details, and by "boring details"&amp;nbsp;I mean "make-you-completely-crazy-and-angry-at-the-system details", but there is a very distant family member asking for a&amp;nbsp;home study&amp;nbsp;so they can take the girls. Does that make me super comfortable? Nope. Do I think it's best? Not at the moment. But is it what we signed up for? &lt;i&gt;Apparently.&lt;/i&gt; That is all&amp;nbsp;probably&amp;nbsp;months away though, and who knows if or when it will come to pass. I know He is already there waiting to help us face whatever comes, and show us what is best for us and for them.&lt;br /&gt;
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We let C start into Awana with our other girls a couple weeks ago. She has never really been in church until she came here, and she really didn't have an understanding of much at all. But the other morning she was eating breakfast and said, "Guess what, mom!? God so loved the world! He really did!". Made me smile, she was so excited that she&amp;nbsp;memorized&amp;nbsp;just a tiny part. Makes this all so worth it.&lt;br /&gt;
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If they have to leave at&amp;nbsp;some point, at least they will take a little bit of Jesus with them :).&lt;br /&gt;
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I feel them becoming part of us, but the more I talk to the caseworker, the more I see the possibility of them staying slipping further and further away. Which again, is part of fostering. So we'll just take all of this new stuff one day at a time, ask Jesus to bring light into the dark, ask for anyone and everyone to pray for our sweet A, and somehow still laugh together at this crazy season after bedtime.&lt;br /&gt;
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Fostering has already been one of the most refining times in my life.&amp;nbsp;Having the opportunity to love them and help them heal is without a doubt grace in my own life, even when it's HARD.&lt;br /&gt;
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We love them. He loves them more. And His love wins, no matter what happens.&lt;/div&gt;
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I looked at her in the parking lot of childrens services and tried to think of a good response for C &amp;amp; A's biological mother. I really don't think shes awful, I just think she makes awful choices. We landed there to see her unexpectedly a week ago, she's been completely absent so when we got the call that she surfaced for a visit I was surprised.&lt;br /&gt;
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"I know...I know...it's ok...really, everything is going to be ok." It's all I could get out even though I was trying to form something more profound, and even though there has been several times over the past month that I've wanted to grab this chick by the shoulders and shake her.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was finally real, she was finally in front of me, and it finally sank in that they are not mine...right now they are hers. (His really, but you know what I mean.)&lt;br /&gt;
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All the valid points and accusations I had tucked in my greater than thou pocket disappeared. &lt;br /&gt;
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For some reason in that moment all the frustration faded and all I felt was sadness. Sadness when she turned around to barely kiss them and C started crying. Sadness when I watched a broken woman walk away without a care. And sadness when I had to pull the car over and get in the back and hold a 5yr old as she grieved over what felt like another abandonment after months of not seeing her.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am a attached mother. I love the kids in my home with all my being and I would do anything to protect them. That includes the ones I birthed and the ones I didn't.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Back in the day I said we were in this journey to foster and hopefully at some point be blessed to keep one (or two). But it turns out that I don't think I know how to foster without getting attached. Without loving them like my own. Without thinking of the possible future and them being taken from the first family they've ever really known.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;I don't know how to put my mothering heart in neutral and just take it a day at a time.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's funny to me how in the beginning I was buying baby blankets, washing Lincoln's carseat, and preparing to bond with a little one. I really envisioned us taking in a baby. I said we wanted what He wanted, but in my mind I was already planning our future. I wanted the transition to be smooth, I wanted that bonding to be natural, and I wanted our bio girls to ooh and ahh over a tiny little love just like they did with their brother. But instead, we got a rocky case with 2 little loves that need a family.&lt;br /&gt;
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I am beyond thankful for how He pursues us with His perfect plan. For how He kept whispering that day that we needed to say yes to these little girls.&lt;br /&gt;
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Will they only stay for months? Will they stay for good? &lt;i&gt;I don't know. &lt;/i&gt;But you know what? Worrying about all of it is exhausting. We may very well love and have to let go. That's all part of it and He is teaching me to let go of my controlling ways. &lt;b&gt;I have to trust Him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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We are on Plan A, even though at times it has felt like an alternate route. I keep reminding myself that there is no Plan B with the Lord, just one perfect plan. There is no back-up plan waiting in case His doesn't come through just right. His&amp;nbsp;sovereign&amp;nbsp;Plan A is already perfect, even when its a surprise :).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I often feel like we are in the middle of a crazy and unstable season. But what we're really in the middle of is a broken situation, with a broken family, and broken lives, in a broken world. We all need Jesus so badly.&lt;br /&gt;
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I can't tell you that I am completely sympathetic with the woman who birthed C &amp;amp; A, or that the idea of them going back to family doesn't make my stomach hurt a little. But what I can tell you is that I see something in this whole situation that reminds&amp;nbsp;me of what we ALL need in our own lives...&lt;b&gt;grace, love, and redemption.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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So today we are trying to love big, leave the details to Him, and know that He will prepare our hearts for whatever is on His agenda. Today, we are still on Plan A.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Why are there noodles and&amp;nbsp;kick boards&amp;nbsp;out? And where did they even come from? And you know that we will NEVER find all the memory cards now...or the box for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;
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Seriously, I'm starting to think one of you are dropping toys in the windows when I'm not looking :).&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;And by long I mean crazy. And unexpected. And surreal. And INSANE.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;But we are all still here and everyone seems to still be ok, so that means something is going right...right? Just say I'm right, ok? &lt;i&gt;Lie to me if you have to, sister.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I am adjusting to our new (not) normal. I've been thinking of new ways to keep up with the laundry and housework and such with 8 kids.&amp;nbsp;Because&amp;nbsp;even though we only added 2 more, it feels like we went from 6 to 12. I don't know why, but it does. Eric surprised me last week with these bad boys...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It's like he gave me my very own laundromat! These were my late Christmas, early anniversary, birthday, and "any other event that calls for a present" gift. Instead of updating our rings or going on a 10yr anniversary trip next month, we got a church van and a washer &amp;amp; dryer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;I had an unexpected meeting with the girls biological mom on Friday that rocked me a little. And as much as I want to share about it all, I'm just not ready. It's messy, and annoying, and sad, and good, and SO many other emotions that I can't seem to make any sense of. I'm confused but also clear on the fact that He is working here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;Now, He may be working the most on me and my lack of faith and one of a kind control issues, but can we save that for another post? Yes? &lt;i&gt;Great.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sigh, I love them.&lt;br /&gt;
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We've embraced the snow and loved every second of it. Well, except for the fact that they only have to pee after I get ALL the snow clothes on. By the time I get all the clothes on I am basically sweating - so taking them back off goes down in my book as a full blown workout.&lt;br /&gt;
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Anyway. Does this all sound like rambling yet? Well, 8 kids make you ramble. For reals.&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm off for now. Going to lay out some food for the crockpot tomorrow. I am making and freezing some of our favorite &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-new-favorite-crockpot-dinner.html"&gt;Cream Cheese Chicken Chili&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/b&gt; The kids love it and I love having some frozen meals for busy nights (which is basically every night right now). You should try it, I promise you'll love it!&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is to&amp;nbsp;understanding&amp;nbsp;His plan, and accepting it when we don't.&lt;br /&gt;
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Here is to loving these 2 fearlessly without worrying about the future...&lt;br /&gt;
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Yea, if only not worrying was that easy.&amp;nbsp;Loving them is (usually) easy, my friends. Dealing with their past and an unknown future is the hard part.&lt;br /&gt;
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I have sat down a few times to tell you about life here, only to stare at the screen begging the words to type themselves. Because truthfully, I'm having trouble even sorting through it myself. The short answer is this: It's a day to day thing. They are dealing with a ton and it's been hard on everyone. We placed 2 girls in the middle of our brood with a lot of issues to deal with and that is never going to be easy. I have to remind myself that they didn't ask for this and that we need to shove past the hard moments and love them with all we have. They deserve a relentless love that never leaves, and&amp;nbsp;that's&amp;nbsp;why we are holding on tight.&lt;br /&gt;
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As much as I want to paint this beautiful picture for you, I can't.&amp;nbsp;Because&amp;nbsp;when you come here you are going to get real life, and at the moment, it's not always pretty. We are (&lt;i&gt;of course&lt;/i&gt;) in a unique foster situation. Our court date that would bring some kind of judgement isn't till October. As in, almost a year from now. A YEAR. A year of breaking down walls, and making this&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;home, and bringing beauty out of the darkness. A year of healing that could lead to a court date of pain.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone deals with things&amp;nbsp;differently,&amp;nbsp;and maybe&amp;nbsp;you'd&amp;nbsp;have tougher skin, but right now I don't. Right now I feel like I'm carrying a weight on my shoulders that weighs a million pounds.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that today they are not ours completely. And I know that they can leave as quickly as they came. But the fear of pushing through the road ahead only to have them taken next October nearly takes my breath away. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;
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And I know, you don't have to tell me, &lt;i&gt;this is what foster care looks like. &lt;/i&gt;But that fact doesn't make it easy.&lt;br /&gt;
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There are giggles and smiles and hugs. And there are hard behaviors and attachment issues and problems that are way bigger than my mothering skills.&lt;br /&gt;
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But He is here.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And they are worth it.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;In some moments, the only joy you have is knowing that you are exactly where He wants you.&lt;/b&gt; And we are, exactly where He's been leading us this past year. So there is joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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They are absolutely beautiful, friends. They are the pick-up-and-squeeze-them-tight kind of cute.&lt;br /&gt;
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I wish I could show you all the pictures I've taken. I wish I could sit and spill all the details as I cry with you over coffee. I wish these girls could have had a sheltered upbringing like mine. I wish their eyes could have been shielded and I wish I could remove every memory that is haunting them.&lt;br /&gt;
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This is where we are. We are all still adjusting to our new bundles of joy. We still have one foot in the honeymoon stage and we are still learning about our new normal. &lt;i&gt;If you can call it normal :). &lt;/i&gt;We are thankful that out of hundreds of homes in our county, He chose us for these specific gifts.&lt;br /&gt;
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So Here's to Him. To wholly focusing on Him and His plans for this life that we live inside these 4 walls.&lt;br /&gt;
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We laugh a lot about life and how we're surviving motherhood over on &lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/filledtothebrim"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;! Join us!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~4/lw1nwEMY8IY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SavvyLittleWomen/~3/lw1nwEMY8IY/heres-to-him.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Savvy Little Women - Kate)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dTBfKFS8NV8/UOOi8Z06qBI/AAAAAAAAEoo/b4zHLIFjhzM/s72-c/DSC_0191.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>16</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://savvylittlewomen.blogspot.com/2013/01/heres-to-him.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8881945609020735260.post-4720897958485602451</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Dec 2012 02:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-12-26T07:40:56.063-05:00</atom:updated><title>From Us</title><description>This is the closest thing I got to a Christmas card this year. It's a little blurry, it's a little busy, and it's a little late. &lt;i&gt;But it's us :)...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Eric and I chatted and prayed and talked of how we weren't sure that this was something we were prepared for. It would be a lot, 8 kids seemed kind of crazy right off the bat, and when on earth would we shower? We thought about all the hard stuff, and we came up with one conclusion: &lt;b&gt;we had no good reason to say no.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The 1st night was mostly what we thought. They came running in and absolutely loved being in a home with lot's of kids. They laughed, and cried a bit at bedtime, and eventually talked of things that should never be on the lips of a 3 or 5yr old.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I tried to be a trooper, but then&amp;nbsp;all the sudden I was like: Wait. This isn't going to be even a tad easy, is it? I'm not going to be picking up a baby that I can carry in a wrap and bond with immediately like I had planned in my mind, am I? I have to build trust and relationships&amp;nbsp;with these girls who are hurt and confused, don't I?&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;Ok, good feelings are gone.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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The first 48 hours was a blur, and by the end of the 3rd night I found myself in the kitchen at 9pm having a meltdown which included the full on ugly cry. Your motherly instinct to love them&amp;nbsp;immediately&amp;nbsp;kicks in when they wrap&amp;nbsp;their&amp;nbsp;sweet arms around your neck, but the underlying stress of the unknowns weighs SO much, it makes your heart ache. I started asking myself, "How can I do this?" and &amp;nbsp;"How can I love them fearlessly when I have no&amp;nbsp;guarantee&amp;nbsp;of keeping them?"&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;He gives us more than we can handle, and more than we can understand.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I know that goes against the saying "He gives us only what we can handle", but I've never really believed it. Scripture doesn't tell us that. I have learned that He reveals Himself the most when you are trying to carry something that is too big...too intense...too deep. I really believe He gives us things we can't handle so we constantly realize our need for Him.&lt;/div&gt;
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This season? This tough situation? This love that I feel for them? The underlying fear I have now about losing them?&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;I can't handle it on my own.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't. I will face the court dates and all the meetings. I will advocate for my girls and I will stand up for what I know is right. But I need Him to put us on His shoulders and carry us, or we'll never make it through the valleys.&lt;/div&gt;
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It's only been a week. And all of the sudden, after a wild intro to the system, there is a love surfacing here that only God can give. There are walls breaking down and there are hugs. There are 2 girls that are surely making their way right into our hearts. There are 8 sweet little loves playing duck-duck-goose that reminds me that this whole situation is bigger than we are. And there are many reminders of what called us here in the first place.&lt;/div&gt;
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6 months ago I said we were ready for anything. But honestly, we could have never been prepared for the journey that He had waiting for us. They say that the girls are here to stay for a good while, that we have a long road ahead (I pray the staying part is true). From my eyes, I feel that there is a 50/50 chance of things going either way. Of course, He already knows what restoration looks like for this situation.&lt;/div&gt;
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He sometimes leads us into something that we never expected, but He stays while we find our way. Its been beautiful&amp;nbsp;a midst&amp;nbsp;the uncertainty. He is here in each moment and every detail. And that is what makes me KNOW that we can do this. With Him, I think we'll be ok.&lt;/div&gt;
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We just love them. It's been a tough&amp;nbsp;transition&amp;nbsp;and it is&amp;nbsp;definitely&amp;nbsp;a tad crazy still. But the beauty that lays right beneath the surface of it all is what makes it totally worth it. They are the best gift we could've&amp;nbsp;received&amp;nbsp;this Christmas, and we are so excited to spend the holiday celebrating Jesus with all 8 of our little loves :).&lt;/div&gt;
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Not going to lie, it is not what we had planned, but it was made clear many different ways that this is what He wants for us. So last night at about 6pm, after a long day of praying and talking, we took in 2 little girls. They are 3 &amp;amp; 5.&lt;br /&gt;
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But for right now, they are home.&lt;br /&gt;
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We need your prayers if you feel led to do so. I will be back soon with more details and the best picture I can give you without revealing them completely. We aren't allowed to show their whole face for now, just in case you were wondering :).&lt;br /&gt;
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They are sweet, they are mourning the past, they are getting lots of love, but like I said above,&lt;i&gt; they are home.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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