Wednesday, September 3, 2014

These are THE days

My 10 year old walked in the kitchen the other day and all the sudden he looked GIGANTOR!
 I took him to the door frame, where the recording of heights is taking place in our home, and discovered that he seemingly grew 3 inches over night.
Over.the.night!
He is currently coming up to my chin and I foresee him passing my 5'8" in the next couple of years.

My 8 year old is doing school more independently this year; needing me less. He tells jokes that make us all hold our sides and his dimple makes me want to say "yes" to everything he asks.

My 6 year old is learning to read. She has gained 15 pounds this last year and has grown half a foot. I can't keep her in clothes and her legs are as long as a jackrabbit. I think her growing incredibly fast is so bittersweet because I missed out on the first 5+ years of her life and I'm like, "slow down already!"

My 4 year old has grown with almost equal speed as her sister. She is joining us in school doing some  "pre-school" type activities. She is full of sass that would rival most pre-teens with drama and spunk.

And I am realizing, once again, that these days [right here] are fleeting.
They are growing up so fast!
I mean people tell you that it will happen, but you don't really get it until it happens with your own.
I want to soak every minute of them up.

This week, on our day off, we ventured out to try some new things.
A new town, a new place to eat lunch.
Watching the kids play in the grass.
Flying their paper planes.
Giggling, running, jumping, exploring.
A day just for the 6 of us, to pour back into our kids.
I treasure these days.








Having sweet days like this makes me want to try and be more intentional with my time with them.
I am with them 24/7, but I want to really be "in the moment" with them.
Look them in the eyes more.
Listen to their stories fully.
Manage my time better.
Because I know one day I'll look back and wish for more time with them.

I never want them to look back on our time here and feel like they were put on the back burner compared to our ministry.

Balancing family and ministry is a tricky one, but we are slowly finding our rhythm.

What do you do to spend intentional time with your kids? Love to hear your ideas/what works for your family!

{come back on Friday and I will tell you about part 2 of our Arkansas to Africa story}

Monday, September 1, 2014

Clothes Washing {Malawi Mondays}

Last week, Lacey and I showed you 20 different ways you could style your chintenje.

This week, I wanted to let you in on how those chintenje's (and other threads) get cleaned out here in the village!


First you need to gather your supplies:
 powdered soap, 
green washing tablets, 
 scrub brush,
and a couple of washing buckets
(we also like to add in some fabric softener so our clothes aren't so stiff and scratchy).


The clothes are first soaked in the soapy water.


Then, each article of clothing is rubbed all over with the green soap tablets.
Next, the clothing is scrubbed from top to bottom with the brush.


After that, the clothes are "pounded" on the concrete to push out all the stains and soapy water.
Lastly, the clothes are rinsed in clean water, wrung out and hung on the line.


I will say that hand washing will clean your clothes like no other.

I had a very favorite adoption T that I purchased from my friend Jennifer
It was so soft and comfy in all it's vintage-y goodness.
In true Catherine fashion, I dried it in the dryer back in the States with a blue and red crayon which totally ruined it.
I brought it here with me as a "sleep shirt" because it was just too soft to toss.
After a couple hand washings here in Africa, the stains are totally gone and I am back to wearing it too many times a week.
True Story!

Although your clothes will get super clean, this method over time totally wears your clothes out. They are faded, stretched and a little thread worn. 

{Just another reason why you don't find any gyms out here in the village; daily activities here are a workout!} 

>> Today, I am guest posting at The Vanilla Tulip Blog (squeal!). Hope you'll hop over there and check it out! <<


Friday, August 29, 2014

Arkansas to Africa {part 1}

I have had several people ask me, "how in the world did you wind up in Africa"?

Most of the time that ends with me stuttering around and giving some kind of a lame answer.

Not because there isn't a really good (non-lame) answer,
but because it is hard to know where to get started.

Sooo, I thought I would begin to share the story that God wrote for us.
It is a looonng story that spans many years.
But don't worry, no chapter book today!
 I will give it to you a bit at a time!

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Part of why this story is so hard to write down is because it begins with one of the hardest times in our lives.
A time when I looked at my life and all I saw was ashes.
I wasn't sure God could bring much good of it.
But HE did!
It is fun to look back 6 years out and say, "God only YOU!"

On May 7, 2008, my husband and I loaded up our then 4 year old first born and headed up to the Women's Clinic to find out the gender of our 3rd baby!

We were 20 weeks pregnant and had no expectations of that appointment other than finding out "pink" or "blue".

The gown was put on, cold jell over bulging belly, and then silence.
The technician left the room to get the Dr.
We knew something wasn't right.
News was given that there was no life.
We left the room in a fog.
Why had I brought my 4 year old?
We went home to pack to head back to the hospital to induce labor.
Such a different experience than our previous 2 as we headed back to the hospital to deliver the baby we knew we wouldn't take home.

May 8 we held our teeny tiny baby boy who was perfectly formed and lovingly named Anker (anchor) by our 4 year old, who at the time, was into all things pirate.

Those were dark days.
Lots of grieving.
Lots of questioning.
Lots of hope for another baby someday soon.

My mom's church had a sermon that next week specifically on the word anchor. She shared several verses with me, including this one...

"This hope we have as an anchor of the soul, a hope both sure and steadfast and one which enters within the veil,"

Hebrews 6:19

We clung to the anchor of our soul (Jesus).

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It is crazy to think of how Anker's little life was the beginning of God turning our hearts toward saying, "yes" to moving our family to Africa,

Stay tuned for part 2........



{linking up today with on your heart on Casey's blog}


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Monday, August 18, 2014

Water {Malawi Monday}

I knew I would have talk about water at some point on Malawi Mondays because spending a lot of time at the well is definitely a big part of Malawian culture (as well as many other countries).


I admit I haven't spent most of my life giving too much of a thought to water. 

If, I was thirsty, there was always clean water flowing freely from my faucets. 
Water in the shower, water in the washing machine, cold water spraying out of my refrigerator. 
I even had a bed made of water back in the 80's. 


I drank it with confidence, never a thought that I, or my kids could become sick from the drink.



Gathering water never took too much of my time or encompassed a large portion of my day. 

Here, it is not the case. Multiple trips to the well have to occur each day. 



To wash clothes, cook, clean, bathe, and to offer to parched lips.



It is a family event, a social gathering, a rite of passage for little ones to be "big enough" to help.



It is a serious work out!
   

So many Bible stories come alive as I watch the women congregate at the well!

"Jesus answered her, All who drink of this water will be thirsty again. But whoever takes a drink of the water that I will give him shall never, no never, be thirsty any more. But the water that I will give him shall become a spring of water welling up within him until eternal life."  John 4:13-14

Thursday, August 7, 2014

One year ago......

...we had hopped a plane and were flying to Africa (for our very first time, I might add). Three and 1/2 years of waiting, aching, praying, groaning, crying (me), begging, changing time lines again and again,  and being brought to our knees in a way we never had experienced before…... and finally, here we were. 

It was finally our turn. 
It was really happening. 
Still today, one year later, I can’t wrap my mind around the fact that it really happened. 

We arrived at our hotel and went to bed, the next morning (August 6) our girls would be brought to us. I was so nervous, excited, mind racing, trying to soak up every minute of this time. I slept very little that night. Our lives were about to change..forever. The next morning we paced the room, peeked out the curtains, checked the clock, peeked out the curtains. We jumped every time a car drove by. Time stood still and of course they were 4 hours late. 

And then, there they were….teeny, tiny and beautiful. A quick, “hey they wake up at this time and take a nap at that time” and by the way “ this one is very active”, and then the van door shut and they were gone and there we were, all alone with our girls. 

{oh happy day, August 6, 2013}

We spent 3 weeks in-country before we were able to go home. I wish I could say that those 3 weeks were like a fairy tale. But, the truth is, it was hard. There were a lot of nights my husband and I stayed up rocking at the end of the bed looking at each other like deer in the headlights. Each one thinking, but not dare speaking, “what have we done.”

I would try to relate this whole experience in my mind to how my boys would feel in this situation.... 

“ What if something happened to mom and dad and there was no one to take care of you. What if someone from China came to pick you up. They hugged and kissed all over you as they spoke in words to you that had no meaning. They changed your clothes and fed you new foods that you had never tasted. They had expectations for you that no one had ever asked of you before. Then, they took you on a plane to a foreign land. When you stepped off the plane, the sights, sounds and smells were so strange to you. You greatly grieved the only life you have ever known. Anything familiar to you has vanished and you begin new life. You are sad, you grieve, you are scared.” 

This is exactly how our girls felt.

I hesitate in writing so honestly for fear of judgement. But, I also know that when I read all the “love at first sight” posts and “can’t imagine our lives without them”, that I would feel guilty and ashamed that this wasn’t our story. I am writing these details to encourage someone that might be having a difficult time. To know that these feeling are "normal" (I hope!) and that time really does heal wounds.

I remember back when my 10 year old son was a newborn. There was nothing more that I wanted than to be a mom. When that little guy was handed to me, something permanently changed inside of me. My love for him was fierce. And then, he cried.non-stop. every day, all day for 3 months. All my Baby Wise books were were thrown out the window, some baby blues stepped in. I thought I was a terrible mom because I couldn’t make him follow any of the books. I was holding him “too much”, he wasn’t sleeping “enough” (or at all). I remember rocking him in the yellow velour recliner and staring out the window thinking, “my life will never be the same”. I will never go out with my husband again, Heck, I won’t ever leave the house again. Hold that thought, would I ever shower again? I loved him intensely, but this was not how I pictured my life would be as a mom. And then, without even realizing when it stopped, IT stopped, the crying and the pain and my life got to a new normal. It was so hard to even remember that hard season that directly after his first birthday, we were pregnant with his little brother! Time heals wounds. 

I say all this story above, because it reminds me so much of our first year with the girls. The first few months were hard. We still have hard days today (although they are much fewer and further between). They were different than I expected. I felt/feel like a failure of a mom. Instead of time-ins and re-do’s like Karyn Purvis prescribed, I was angry, frustrated, sad, took things personally. I went to bed guilty most nights of how I handled situations. To top if off, after the honeymoon of having little sisters wore off, my kids were fighting 24/7. I didn’t know if life would ever be the same again. I didn’t know if all 4 of my kids could be healthy and happy. It seemed like there wouldn’t be a light at the end of the tunnel. And then there was. I can’t remember the day that things changed, but they did. 

As I watch my kids today, I just have to whisper, “only Jesus”. Grainger (8) and Esther (6) do chores together at the same time every morning. “are you working on your bed now?” “me too”! “Ok, start cleaning your room now and I’ll clean mine.” Just so they can get done at the same time to draw together. And Asher (4) loves to lay on her biggest brothers’ back (10) while they watch movies. They now have secret jokes and and imaginary games together. They quote favorite movie lines and laugh big belly laughs together. It truly is amazing to see. 

So life isn’t “back to normal”..... because we now have a new normal. It is good, it feels like home together. We aren’t perfect and we’re still working through some things. I have learned that most of our problems aren't so much my children's behavior, but me. All my sin has been magnified through this experience and it ain’t pretty.  But, I am thankful that God won’t allow me to stay as I am, but continually wants to bring me to higher places. And just like in marriage when there are rough patches and hard places…you don’t give up! You pray, read books, seek counsel, get any help you can because your spouse is worth it. It’s the same way for us and adoption. We humble ourselves and ask for help, we read books, seek counsel, change. We continually find ways we can grow together as a family, because these 2 right here are absolutely worth it!

{one year later}


We had to be in the city for some dr. appts. and immigration paper work, so we tried to add in some fun to celebrate! We ate pizza, played on a playground, ate ice cream and went to our first Malawian movie theatre and watched Jungle Book (girls first ever theatre experience)! We also have been enjoying watching our video again and again :)
Little things, but big treats here!

We are so thankful that God took us on this journey, even on the hard days. We are so blessed to get to be the parents of these sweeties. I can't believe how far we have come this past year!

Sunday, August 3, 2014

Sports and Evangelism {Malawi Mondays}


Welcome to Esther's House newest program!

Let me introduce you to our football (aka soccer) team........



Our spiritual directors, Pastor Stanley and Tadala had a vision for this new program. 

Football is HUGE here and although you may not be able to get someone to come to church with you, everyone will come out to the football field on Sunday to watch a game. 

{Felix}

So our kids began to practice under Coach Bruce (also girls' house dad).

{Bruce  + team}

The boys are getting in shape, perfecting their foot work and learning how to encourage one another.
It is really fun to watch this camaraderie forming between them all. 


{Zenus}


 But, this program isn't all about physical fitness. 
Our main goal is for them to be spiritually fit too.
The boys are also learning how to share the Gospel with their peers. 
At half time of each game, one of our boys shares the Good News with both teams.




{Chiyerekezo}

And our pastors follow up with teaching.

{Tadala}

The boys have done such a great job sharing with confidence and passion!


{Bruce, Tadala and part of the team}

The boys are boasting a 2-0 record currently, and although winning is pretty fun, we are super pumped that 2 of our boys have stood up with confidence and shared what Jesus has done in their lives. Couldn't be more proud!




Thursday, July 31, 2014

School is Out

Well, since we are starting back to school in less than 2 weeks, thought I should wrap up last years school year.

Oh my, how my kids have GROWN.....


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{oh my goodness, look how much my baby has grown}

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The first day of school pictures bring back SO many memories. 
Our girls had been home 2-3 weeks and we were about to move to the other side of the world in just a few short weeks.

We have often said that this year has been the fastest year of our lives, but looking back at these pictures, it also seems so long ago. 

School this year was a little, ahem, rushed? 
We moved and then began school in November.
The name of the game was get.school.done!
By the end of our school year we were doing school 6 days a week.
Ain't nobody who thinks Saturday school is fun.
But, we finished and hopefully we learned some too (I know I have)!

We are excited to be starting in August this year. 
Hoping to take it slower and enjoy the process a bit more.


Monday, July 21, 2014

Road Grading, Malawi Style {Malawi Mondays}

{Malawi Mondays is an attempt to show glimpses into "how we see Malawi" as someone who has moved here from another passport country. Hope to give a little picture of how life here is beautiful, exciting, difficult at times and full of learning experiences}

When we lived stateside, our house was  on a black top road that turned into a dirt road right after our property. As the boys grew up, they loved seeing the road grader pass our house. The drivers would always keep a bag of dum-dums nearby to hand out to the boys (and other kids) watching them do their "thing". 

The purpose of road grading is to smooth out roads so that cars can easily pass along, while also keeping the water draining (yes, I had to ask my husband the purpose ;). 

This is how we road grade, Malawi style.....


There are no air-conditioned tractor cabs with shiny blades.



Instead of blades, you use your hoe, and the strength of your back.


The government pays people in the village to grade out a certain sections of the road.


The ditches are cut lower and the excess soil is thrown into the middle of the road.


There is a long triangle of sorts (not pictured) made of 2 x 4's that is used to measure the road and make sure the slope from the middle to the edge is at the correct angle.


The soil is unbelievably  hard right now as rain has been non-existent since April.


The distance from the highway to Esther's House is 2.8 km and it has taken about a month to grade the road section by section to here.






There are a few blacktop roads in all of Malawi, but the rest (and vast majority) are dirt roads. This is how the roads are maintained all over the country!



Monday, July 7, 2014

Double Digits

It continues to baffle me how fast these years are going by!

I remember when David's grandma told me, when my boys were babies, that "the days are long, but the years are short"...oh, how that is true.

So, here is my first baby and he is now 10...TEN, crazy I tell you!

It is getting hard to get pictures of this one, and even harder to get permission to post them, so we'll see how long he will let me put him on the blog.
{And that is ok, I want to respect his wishes/privacy!}


 When my mom came to visit for the month of June, we got to show her Lake Malawi. 
You have to keep reminding yourself you're at the Lake, cause your brain thinks "ocean". 



This guy still LOVES to read, it is absolutely been his favorite thing to do since he learned to read in Kindergarten. I have to hide books from him for the next year's school or he'll read them all before we start. 


He is an "old soul" and our deep thinker.


At 10, he still has that innocence that he can grow up to be whatever he dreams of!
I love this!


The theme of this year for our family has been "transition". He has become a big brother to 3, moved to another country, lives a different way of life than what he is used to. Some days have been really tough, but he is finding his own place and growing in his relationship with Jesus. 
So, so thankful that God allowed me this gift of being his momma!



Birthday Interview at 10

Favorite Color: black
Favorite movie: The Lost Medallion
Favorite Food: Taco Pizza
Favorite drink: Cherry Plumb Soda
Favorite thing to play: Baseball
Favorite Friend: Corbin and Gavin
Favorite thing to do with mom: run
Favorite thing to do with dad: boxing
Favorite thing about living in Africa: finding crab claws at the Lake
Favorite Bible Story: Benaniah
Favorite subject in school: Reading
What you want to be when you grow up: Architect

Meat Market {Malawi Mondays}

{Malawi Mondays is an attempt to show glimpses into "how we see Malawi" as someone who has moved here from another passport country. Hope to give a little picture of how life here is beautiful, exciting, difficult at times and full of learning experiences}

So, I guess it is kinda obvious how I fell off the blog wagon for a bit. June was a busy month with finishing up school, hosting a missions team, and having grandma come visit for a month! 
Let the Malawi Mondays commence!

Meat here is considered a "relish". 
Relish is anything that you eat with your Nsima. See here for more info on Nsima.
Meat is pretty expensive and is a treat, rare for many we live around.

If you had some extra kwacha and wanted to buy meat for your family, you'd head to the market where you'd find chicken, rabbit, goat, or currently mouse kabobs (you read correctly, mice.on.a.stick)!

The goat is usually slaughtered out on tables and you can pick your choice meat along with weighing your portion and be on your way. 


{sorry if this pic makes you squirmish}

It may not be totally USDA approved, but we've still yet to hear of anyone with "mad goat" disease and it actually tastes pretty good!



Monday, May 26, 2014

Soap {Malawi Mondays}

One day, I saw one of our community boys walking home from school in the middle of the day. 
When I questioned him where he was going, he told me that his teacher had sent him home from school because he was dirty. 

I also had children periodically missing tutoring classes. 
When I would probe them as to where they had been, they often would respond, 
"my clothes were dirty". 
"We don't care if you are dirty, you're always welcome here," I would quickly reply back.

I didn't get it...


When you have no soap to wash your uniform, you can't attend school.

When you only have one pair of pants/dress and they are being washed....you're kinda stuck from going anywhere.

Soap daily affects our kids lives.




Once we were aware of how big an impact the lack of soap was having in our kids day to day living, we decided we MUST do something about it. 


So now, each Saturday, we are giving soap tablets to all the children we serve in our program. 

The kids NEVER forget to grab their soap before they leave. 

SO simple, but SO needed.

Clean clothes, clean bodies, more opportunities.

 
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