Another Letter to You

I dreamed about you again last night, a long deep dream that felt like it lasted all night and was filled with first meetings and long talks and everyday moments. My dreams are becoming more frequent as the time draws closer and I always wake up reluctantly, trying my best to hold on to any little part of you I can as I re-enter a reality that only includes dreams and thoughts of you. This whole experience baffles me a bit, even the romantic that I am, because it seems naive at best and just plain odd at worst to be in love with people you've never met, people you have only seen in photos and tiny scraps of videos, grouped into a collective.

 I find myself doing weird things like staring at every Filipino I know or meet, imagining you as you grow older. This week I taught a piece of poetry I have taught for 14 years and all of a sudden, it was different. The subtitle is "The United States and the Philippine Islands" and a place that had just been a country on a map and lines that had been a random people across the world suddenly meant something to ME. I found myself delving into the history of this particular event and context and, tragic as it had always been, seeing it through a lens of YOUR history and YOUR ancestors made it all look different. I saw in a very real way that my message in Holocaust education, to make it personal, is exactly the answer to connecting with and learning from history. We are living in a strange place with one half of our heart across the world from the other half and that plays out in lots of ways. I follow CNN Philippines news on twitter with the same regularity I follow US news, my weather app stays open to Manila and Cleveland, and where I used to have to depend on my world clock app, I now have developed an internal world clock and I am regularly aware of what time it is there and what you might be doing. I have always held a deep admiration and love for my ESL students but now I see you in every one of their faces. Every holiday and family event this year has happened with a joyful certainty that you will be here the next time these events come up on the calendar. 

When I was pregnant, I spent a lot of time imagining who my babies would be, what they would look like, how they would act, which interests and hobbies they would love. I do the same today but it's an unusual experience because all of the gaps are filled in already, just unknown to me. When we were only a week or two into the process, I looked at Kraig and said, "I already love them as my sons and daughter." We then had a conversation about the fact that my job is such that I make pretty immediate connections with people and they are deep and long connections. I say all the time that I love my students and what I'm not sure is clear is that it's a REAL love, not just an enjoyment of our time together. I love them deep and I love them long after they leave my room, I love them forever. I thought what I was feeling was the sort of quick connection a teacher makes but I have since realized it's something so much more, it's a real maternal pull and something that, even though I have always been a proponent of adoption, I would never have expected could actually take place without any true contact.

 I LOVE you. I LONG for you. My constant thoughts of you are as real as any flutters and kicks from the womb. My urge to prepare a space for you in this house, my obsessive need to talk about you to the people around me, my anticipation of our first conversation that isn't me talking to a computer screen where you are a product of the apostrophe*, and my dreams.... the only place right now where you are 3 dimensional and flesh and bone and responsive.... this is so very real. And for now, it's what we have. But I know the day is coming so soon when I will only need to reach out and look up and there you will be, always within my sight and not only the parameters of my heart. 

*Apostrophe: a literary device in which the speaker addresses a person who is absent from the moment. Most well-known example is "O Captain, My Captain" by Walt Whitman, a poem movingly addressed to the assassinated President Abraham Lincoln.

A Way

 For some back story, I've had a tough few days. We are in a major time crunch with our adoption, one that I have truly never let myself actually believe could happen. We knew starting out that "it would take a miracle" but I know the God of miracles and I know my own tenacity and Kraig's determination, so I knew it would be fine. And it was. For months. We had a slight delay in finding a psychologist, a small delay in getting our homestudy done, but for the most part it was beautiful. Until around December. 

We had a longer than expected wait on our I800A form which, coupled with the holiday break, made our official match delayed a LOT. I had believed all along we would travel in January and instead we weren't even officially matched till January. The next hurdle was the legal documents, which we expected to get quickly and instead of quickly, we are still waiting for them. We have to have those in order to submit the I800, and the I800 must be approved by March 12, which is the 18th birthday of our oldest.

 I had not had the heart to sit down with a calendar but I finally did it on Friday. It's not pretty. If we get the legals tonight (which we are praying fervantly for) and we submit the I800 tomorrow, it has to sit in a lockbox for 5-10 days to be checked for drug residue. I don't know if these are days or business days, but if they are business days and it takes 10, that means we will be left with exactly 10 days for I800 approval. The current average seems to be around 3-6 weeks, based on what I am seeing in a Filipino adoptive parent group. We do know of some who have gotten it more quickly and we of course intend to pull out all stops to make it happen. 

Friday, I found myself mired up in discouragement. I think I cried most of the day. It truly was the first time in this process that I have allowed myself to honestly consider the fact that we may not make the time limit. 

Yesterday started with a sweet little Godwink surprise that was encouraging and a pretty intentional decision to enjoy the day of volleyball with the girls and just not worry about it. As Kraig pointed out, there isn't a thing that we can do by worrying about it. (Wouldn't if be nice if my mind worked like Kraig's???) Last night, however, a possible new hiccup came along and one that I'm still not certain won't be a problem for us. I'm waiting to hear back from our case manager on that. 

This morning, I awoke to a sense of an uneasy peace. ("Uneasy peace"??? That's quite a paradox!) I knew that people at church would be checking in with us and, while the encouragement and concern are appreciated more than you can know, I so desperately wish that we had a positive update to share. We had a guest choir today and so I didn't expect our own choir to be singing but was very grateful when they actually led praise and worship. 

That's when it happened. This song, linked below. I'll be honest, I always worry about pasting lyrics what with copyright and all but I'm crediting my source and you NEED all the words to understand the message so I hope its fine. 

Made a Way by Travis Green

Made a way

Don't know how but you did it

Made a way

Standing here not knowing how we'll get through this test

But holding onto faith you know best

Nothing can catch you by surprise

You've got this figured out and you're watching us now

But when it looks as if we can't win

You wrap us in your arm and step in

And everything we need you supply

You got this in control

And now we know that

You made a way

When our backs were against the wall

And it looked as if it was over

You made a way

And we're standing here

Only because you made a way

You made a way

Now we're here

Looking back on where we come from

Because of you and nothing we've done

To deserve the love and mercy you've shown

But your grace was strong enough to pick us up

And you made a way

When our backs were against the wall

And it looked as if it was over

You made a way

And we're standing here

Only because you made a way [x2]

You move mountains

You cause walls to fall

With your power

You perform miracles

There is nothing that's impossible

And we're standing here

Only because you made a way

You made a way [x4]

Don't know how but you did it

Made a way

Don't know how but you did it

Made a way

Don't know how but you did it [x4]

Don't know why but I'm grateful [x4]

Don't know how but I'm grateful

And we're standing here

Only because you made

And we're standing here

Only because you made a way

And we're standing here

Only because you made

You move mountain [x4]

You cause walls to fall [x4]

You cause chains to break [x4]

Giants fall [x4]

'Cause you move mountain

You move mountain

And everything is easy for you

'Cause you move mountain

Yes you move mountain

Mountains are moving [x4]

Strong holds are breaking [x4]

'Cause you move mountain

You cause walls to fall

With your power [x4]

You perform miracles [x4]

I was crying hot, silent tears by "standing here not knowing how we'll get through this test". When it got to "when it looks as if we can't win, you wrap us in your arm and step in", I was just pinching one hand with my other as hard as I could and crying. I knew, as plainly as I know my own name, that we have an answer. He will make a way. Because you see, our backs ARE against the wall and to my human eyes, at least this weekend, it looked like it was over. 

But then He gave me even more than just that reassurance... 

The second verse about looking back at where we've come from-- God took me back to a Sunday in either September or October when we did that very song in praise and worship... I think we may have even had a guest worship leader or visiting group... and I stood there and bawled my eyes out. But I wasn't crying because it seemed impossible, I was crying that Sunday because I was glowing with the miracle, with the fulfillment of a Promise I had waited for for so, so long. I remember that Sunday, feeling so grateful I could barely contain myself, just thinking about the mountains God had moved for our family to even be pursuing adoption, much less the adoption of THREE. {If you don't know our back story, it is linked here.} Today, as plainly as I have ever heard anything, God whispered into my Spirit and said, "I've already done the hard work. A government paper or two is nothing for Me. Working on a human heart that has free will was the true miracle. The next steps are the easy ones." A peace settled into my bones, not an uneasy peace, but a SETTLED peace. 

But He wasn't finished with me yet.

The song continued on through the bridge and went back to the refrain of "and we're standing here, only because you made a way" and God showed me the next time we sing this song in church (or, depending on how much Josh likes it, the next next next next time)... I'm going to get to sing that song with entirely new meaning and faith. I'm going to get to stand in a row with my family of seven, beside my beautiful, gentle new daughter, my gorgeous son with the mischievous eyes, and my handsome warrior son whose testimony is going to move mountains and cause walls to fall on its own one day... and I'm going to remember the paths that brought all of us to that day. I'm going to know that God works best in tight spaces, that He moves biggest in impossible situations, that He made a way. That He carved a path STRAIGHT THROUGH THE OCEAN. Wow. Look at my God. 

{I did buy and download the song today because I am still very human and I know that if we don't get news of progress tonight, it won't take long for these moments of today to fade in my memory. But God knows that about me too, and that's why He reminds me over and over again of all the times He HAS made a way. And He will again.}

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=MaQyJxbOfTI

The Produce of Canaan

 

As many know, we are anxiously awaiting our signed legals for our kids in order to move to the next step in our adoption. We have continually requested prayer from those close to us in order to get the good news that legals have been signed and sent. I have been posting at night on our fb adoption page, asking for prayer for the upcoming day in Manila. 

Thursday in the Philippines passed with no progress. I did, however, get an email from our agency that multiple people have contacted those with the power and they have said it will be done tomorrow (which is tonight for us). My case worker urged in her email that we continue fervent prayers that it comes tonight, which would mean we could send the I800 off tomorrow. THEN our prayers will turn toward USCIS (United States Customs and Immigration Services) for an immediate approval of that. But that's another request for another day. 😊 

I haven't yet fully sorted out what this means, but this morning in my Bible reading, I decided to read the book of Joshua. This verse jumped out at me: 

Joshua 5:12 The manna stopped the day after they ate this food from the land; there was no longer any manna for the Israelites, but that year they ate the produce of Canaan.

This entire process has been full of manna. God has provided time and again, in ways you can't even begin to comprehend without hearing the entire story. We are SO CLOSE, so close, to the fruit of our Promise, the "produce of Canaan". I did some research after that on Canaan and what the conquest of Canaan meant. John Piper has a whole post where he talks about it and one point that he made is that "there will be no conquest without obedience. God will not fight for a people who are fighting against him. In order to succeed, Joshua and the people must be courageous in God and obey his commandments." He follows it up with explaining that, at the success of the conquest, the Israelites couldn't boast about it and point to their own righteousness because it was a promise from God made generations before to Abraham and they just had to be obedient to Him. We did one thing correctly in this entire process: We said yes. After that, every single step of the way, it was God pointing out the right paths, making decisions, putting the words in our mouth like He promised Moses with Pharoh (or in our case, putting words in our email responses to ICAB). God led us to the right adoption agency, He granted us favor and speed with the various organizations we had to work with to get the paperwork done, He provided the finances. 

He didn't do all of this to get us here and take away the manna without the produce of Canaan. I KNOW this will all happen in time. Our son will be approved before his birthday and we will bring three children home. And I believe we will bring them home in MARCH, too. 

Thank you for being here with us, holding up our arms when we needed it.

A Royal Bloodline

On Friday, I watched a movie I have watched many, many times before. But this time, a particular scene struck me in a way it never has before. The movie is "A Knight's Tale" and the back story is that William is a peasant who, through an interesting turn of events, winds up jousting in tournaments as a knight even though he is not of Royal birth. (He essentially is pretending to be someone else.) Well the villain finds out about it and has William thrown in jail. This particular scene takes place when the Prince hears of what happened and comes to pardon William. As I watched on Friday, I could not help but see it as a metaphor for salvation. God knows who we are and how sinful and dirty we are. He knows we aren't deserving of His grace and pardon. But His love for us surpasses our past, our actions, our name, even our identity. When the prince in this clip says, "He is part of an ANCIENT royal bloodline," I kid you not, I just about took to shouting. This was just further confirmation of our place in Him. We are royalty. We are sons and daughters of the King. {Link to clip is below.}

God has been showing me some really powerful things through music and His word. I got the new Ellie Holcomb album last week and it has wrecked me in all the best ways. The two songs that have just steeped in my spirit are "You are Loved" and "Wonderfully Made". They have a similar message and it is one that I think I desperately need to hear right now (right now and at every point in my life). I have always been a doer. Big time. I have found my identity in actions and success and a hectic pace. Since summer, that has had to change for me. In July I had health issues that led to me decided it was going to be necessary to slow things down drastically. Then in August, we started the adoption process, which has certainly come with its own hectic pace BUT it has all been internal, so to speak. I have spent this school year, in a mixture of choice and necessity, turned inward to my own home and family. I have not had time to work hard on other things, I have not had energy to be spread between the huge changes in our own household and family AND outside interests and causes. There have been some moments of me wondering if I'm still enough.... if I'm still valuable to people around me when I can't do as much for them... if I still matter when I am not seeing successes and validation. I don't feel as strongly connected to the people in my life outside of my immediate circle as I normally do.  And I know that my next 6 years are going to look very much like the current one I am living. I cannot parent five teenagers, work a full-time job, keep up a side business, pursue my ministry passions, and also maintain the pace and nature of the life I had previously lived. So I need to be reminded by God that I AM enough for Him. He sees the me inside, not the deeds outside. In Him, I am "wonderfully made". A few lines of that song are below. I couldn't find the lyrics to "You are Loved" online but the chorus says, "You are loved, not because of what you've done, even when your heart has run the other way, nothing's going to change His love. You are wanted, not because you are perfect, I know that you don't think you're worth that kind of grace but look into His face and know.... You are loved." "He knew, before you even took a breath, that there would be days when you would forget how beautiful He made you." WOW. 

"Wonderfully Made" by Ellie Holcomb

What if I saw me the way that you see me
What if I believed it was true
What if I traded this shame and self-hatred
For a chance at believing you
That you knit me together in my mother's womb
And you say that I've never been hidden from you
And you say that I'm wonderfully, wonderfully made

What an incredible God we serve. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JWgf-UqkD_A&app=desktop

This Incredible Job of Mine....

It's no secret to anyone that I absolutely love and adore my job. My absolute favorite parts of what I get to do all day every day are building relationships and class discussions of incredible literature. These kids who sit in my classroom every day? They are BRILLIANT. They are KIND. They are INSIGHTFUL. They are FUN. My life is enriched by my connections with them every single year. And a life that includes daily doses of Shakespeare, Mary Shelley, Joseph Conrad, Geoffrey Chaucer, Tim O'Brien, Azar Nafisi, Markus Zusak, Gerda Weissman Klein, John Donne, Andrew Marvell, and on and on and on and on??? YES, PLEASE. WHAT.A.LIFE.

My second favorite part, and a part that closely coincides with the part I DISLIKE the most ;) , is reading my students' writing (specifically their journals). I am NOT a fan of grading. I wish we could just issue grades based on involvement and excitement and connection. However, English class must include essays and tests and research and other quantifiable things, so I comply. :) Their journals, though... now those are a blast to grade. And those aid in one of my favorite parts, the relationships part. I cannot explain to you the beauty and brilliance and poetry and pain that is adolescent writing. They are just raw in their expression and it is such a privilege to be able to read them. I have had students in the past I have begged to create blogs because I would happily read their writing for pleasure ANY DAY. Some of my favorite authors are previous and current inhabitants of room 222. 

{There may or may not have been an awkward moment last year when I told a particular students I wanted to swim around in her paragraphs and wrap up in her sentences. No kidding, I am pretty much 100% sure I creeped her out for the rest of the year.}

Sometimes I read things by my kids and they just steep in my heart and soul and the piece below is one of those things. It was moving and powerful and raw and I absolutely loved it. It is part of a series this student wrote, a series of a sort of character profiles (similar to "Spoon River Anthology") and this one was just so complex and layered. I wanted to share it here so that I will always have it to reread and because someone else might enjoy this look inside the greatest job on earth. This kid's writing absolutely blows my mind.

"CASSANDRA

You warned us. Youwore your hoodie way back with Trayvon Martin and you whispered “this is aproblem.” And we smiled and said it was nothing and turned away. And then ithappened again. And again. And with women and children and unarmed innocentsand by “protectors” in power. And you said that Black Lives Matter and weagreed and said that all lives mattered too and we smiled and turned away. Andthen the flags started flying and the hate started spitting out of old men’smouths and you said that antiquity doesn’t excuse racism and we smiled in shameat ourselves because you told us of the hate that had always existed and weturned away. And then the cries of “Build the Wall” echo through the cafeteriawhile the plans of making america great again- using the force of your labor,again- ran through the minds of us who smiled and nodded and turned away.

And then you screamedthat you were more than an inconvenience, more than Someone Lesser, had moresubstance than that voice that echoed in our hearts but that we still wouldn’thear. And we said that it wouldn’t be thatbad, and we smiled politely to keep the fragile peace intact. And we turnedaway.

The world is on fireand we turned away. You warned us. And we smiled nervously and we turned away.It’s to late for us to listen now. It’s too late for you to say anything else,to warn us again. Your voice is silent now, like you said it would become, andyou are so broken because Hate Won. But we make Love in small batches, locally,the violin in the void. So you show us pictures of your dog and we bake cookiesbecause you warned us and now we know."

{author kept anonymous}

On Receiving Word of our Match....

Dear F, R, and A,

I have wanted to write you a letter so many times already but I always stopped short, afraid I couldn't bear the heartache if you never came to be ours to love. Tonight, I can write this letter with total certainty that your last name will be Davis by the year's end. Because today, we got the call that we have hoped to get since August and the call we have anticipated since December. But in all honesty, it was the call we have waited for since 2002. And it was the call I have hoped and prayed for in earnest since 2008.

Do you know what I have realized, though? Do you know why we never were in a situation to get that call in 2002 or 2008 or 2010 or 2012? Because you didn't need adoptive parents in 2002 or 2008 or 2010 or 2012. And I have zero doubt that God knew when you would need adoptive parents and that all along, He had us for you and you for us. You are the sons and daughter, brothers and sister, that were meant to be ours in 2017 and we are the parents and sisters that were meant to be yours in 2017. We know that your life has not been easy and that the path that has brought you to the point where we would get to know and love you is not a path that anyone would wish for. And tonight, as I thought about all of the events that have led all seven of us to this point, I wept for your hearts. I am so grateful, so deeply thankful that I get a chance to be your mom. But the only way I am getting to be your mom is through loss. And as much as I love you already and as much as I will always love you, I would rather you had never suffered what you have.

At the same time, though, I am so thankful for a Father who ordains our steps... a Daddy who has plans to prosper us and not to harm us. This world has pain and this world has sorrow and unfortunately, you have not endured the last of it, just as we haven't either. But through it all, God holds us in the very palm of His mighty hand. And God's beautiful plan for you and for us is to bring us together right here, right now. What an amazing Heavenly Father.

So tonight, I go to bed with the deepest sense of peace and joy about our future. I wish I could explain to you the ways I have fallen in love with you from 8,635 miles away. I wish you could see the scouring I do of every single post from your orphanage to find a glimpse of your faces, the way I zoom in and out and every which way on the pictures to see every detail of you. I wish you knew how many times I have watched every video I can find in order to hear your voices. I wish you could sense the prayers I have prayed over you as I fill dressers and trade closets and paint furniture and fill out paperwork and make fundraising shirts. I wish you knew the people who are so invested in your lives and your story. I wish you could hear my students call out as they pass me in the hallways, "Any news on the adoption?" I wish you knew how impossible it was to maintain any sense of decorum today on the phone with Jenica as she shared the news that it's official.... YOU are going to be OURS and WE are going to be YOURS.

The days to come, Sweet Three, are going to be filled with great excitement on our side of the ocean but I am not naive enough to expect that they will not also be filled with great anxiety and sadness on your side. Tonight I am praying the same prayer I have prayed for months, but this time I am praying it with great conviction because this time it's REAL... I am praying for your hearts to be prepared for the news you will soon receive. I'm praying that, even though you were not here to witness all of the events in the paragraph above, that you will sense the love that we have for you. The love that not only your immediate family has, but your extended family and your future friends and your church family, people who have actually already met you and love you and can't wait to have you closer than 8,635 miles away, your future teachers, and so many more also share. And most of all, I hope that you feel with great certainty and strength that the same God you are walking with in the Philippines will be right by your side as you enter this new life. He has carried you and preserved you and He will not leave you now.

For now still a stranger, but one day soon privileged to be called,
Mom

2016.

Our last day of 2016 was a day much like the year was... It started as a day of mishaps, missteps, up moods and down moods. Plans changed multiple times and expectations were adjusted. However, we ended today by taking a spontaneous drive off the main path where we found incredible and unexpected beauty. Here's to a 2017 of more of the same.

2016 was the strangest year. I also measure my years in school years rather than calendar years and 2016 started halfway through an incredibly challenging school year.  In fact, it was during the end of the 2015-16 school year and the first part of 2016 that I actively looked into going back to school to add a school counseling certification. I had started to feel like the true reward for me was in relationships and that, although I would desperately miss teaching literature, that I just didn't have what it took anymore to be in the classroom. I will never forget my lowest point, sitting in a room of consultants, school system personnel, and other teachers, and realizing that it was like everyone was speaking a different language than I did. I almost frantically scanned the room, doubting my call for the first time in my life, and my gaze rested on the guidance counselor. I thought about the students in my classroom that particular semester, students I was giving my all for, students who were suffering through so much more challenging situations than anyone should ever have to live through, and I realized that maybe I didn't have to speak the language of those in that room because I spoke the language of empathy and compassion and action and maybe that's what kids need. I contacted UTC and had my transcript sent to me (and none of this was a complete surprise because when I graduated with my undergrad in English and psychology, I did it with the thought that if teaching English wasn't my thing, I could always add a Master's in Christian Counseling) then checked with Lee and UTC and some other programs to see what was required. Sometime around March/April, the ground beneath my feet started to settle somewhat and light pierced the darkness. I decided to give myself another school year before I made a decision. The year ended with a graduation ceremony for a group of kids I will adore forever and ever.

At the same time I was fighting and struggling through a difficult school year, things in our family were so hard. I have always cherished the close relationship that our entire extended family has but that close relationship also means more people to worry over. My grandparents' health failed drastically in 2015-2016 and the spring of 2016 came with some incredibly hard decisions for my mom and Uncle Doug. My grandaddy fell and broke his hip in March and we were all forced to face, for the first time, how affected my Grandmother was by dementia. My mom and Doug and Pam took turns staying with her and we granddaughters did what we could in taking turns as well to relieve them. It hurt so much to see my grandmother in her situation, to see my mom in pain and exhausted, and to see my grandparents living in two separate places. In June, we moved my grandmother into the nursing home to share a room with my grandaddy and, though it broke my heart to know she was leaving her house for the last time, I was so thankful that they would be able to spend their days side-by-side again. The summer brought an emotional respite (a much-needed one) but also a lot of physical work (mostly for my mom, although we helped as we could) preparing the house my grandparents had lived in for an estate sale and eventual sale of the house. This was equally torturous, having to see my mom struggle with feelings of guilt and anxiety and pain, even though the decisions made were clear, were best, and were the only possible options. 

The summer of 2016 brought a major highlight, and one I had been hoping to see since 2013.... Kelsey got her turn to go to Cambodia with us. It was so special, first of all to get to return after two years, but then also to get to share the place and people I love with her. And I saw a Kelsey on that trip that showed me that the heart I have always knew she had for others is truly HER. There is nothing like seeing your kids engaged in ministry and walking beside other people. 

The LAST thing I ever expected from 2016 (or any year) was a medical situation, but the summer ended in an ambulance, an ICU unit, and an operating room. The days of worry, of a low heartrate, of questions in the hospital, of surgery recovery, and of missing the first days of a new school year were days of solidifying a lesson God has been working with me on for many years now, but a lesson that was forged the summer before in a little outdoor Jerusalem cafe in the shadow of the Old City Walls... a lesson to Be Still and Know. God had to reveal parts of myself to me the summer before, then test that in that hot first week of August to prepare me for what was to come the following weeks and months. Thankfully the health situation resolved itself (minus one gall bladder and still with a crazy low heartbeat) and I started the 2016-2017 school year feeling weak physically but stronger than ever before in others. (This is an interesting paradox to my start of the 2015-2016 year in which I started feeling physically stronger than ever before but weaker in so many others...)

This past school semester has been such a pleasurable one for me and the girls as far as school is concerned. My classes were just precious and adorable, filled with beautiful souls who blessed my spirit. My Holocaust Lit class was the most productive and efficient I have ever taught, offering an incredible redemption for me in my purpose in that venue. Kelsey started middle school and has just owned it, as I knew she would. She has made wonderful friends, friends I would have picked for her, has succeeded academically, and just made her third sports team of the school year. Emma has carried all of the success and joy that she started middle school with into her final year there, solidifying friendships and academics and athletics. They are both growing in their relationship with God and have had several spiritual experiences through our youth group that I am so thankful to see. Although Kraig isn't in school, he too has had a successful and productive year of work, finishing his 20th year at Lifecare, a fact that is rare in this day and time and something I am so proud of him for accomplishing.

I can't write a post about 2016 and not mention the election, but I also can't write a post about 2016 and discuss the election right now. It all still feels too heavy and too raw to talk about yet, and maybe ever. If nothing else, it drove me to my knees and I have no doubt that as I pray for the country, the office, and the President, it will keep me there.

August 11 was the beginning of that spontaneous drive off the main path that led to the incredible and unexpected beauty, because that was the day I saw a Facebook post that forever changed the trajectory of our lives. This part of our year has been covered in many different ways on this blog, so I won't belabor the point here, but the moments from August to this night have been filled with such a beautiful Presence of our Father, with an undeniable Peace, and with a certainty that we are following His Ultimate Call. Our family has grown in faith, in love one for another, and in anticipation of what is to come. 

All in all, looking at it from this perspective (the end, haha!), 2016 has been a good year for us. There were moments of great struggle and great reward, but those are the rhythms of life. We look forward with great hope and excitement into 2017 and all that it will bring with it.