the happy jump

I am thinking about doing

the happy jump

I am

inspired by Small Fry

who happy jumps often

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but

I am

also anxious about leaping into life’s new adventure

for our family

working hard to stop working quite so hard

focused on being my husband’s helpmeet

and his supporter and encourager

and on letting him lead our family

in this dance

called life

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I am happy we’re having a garage sale tomorrow

glad Flurry is still such a great sleeper

thankful my husband has been so forgiving of me and

patient with

the ways I’ve been stubborn

I am remembering that determining God’s will for me

and our family

isn’t always

or ever

easy nor is it straightforward

but I do know that

it is possible

and it’s also possible

to do the happy jump

even when you’re not happy

so I’m just going to do it

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living proof that there is a God

“But the basic reality of God is plain enough. Open your eyes and there it is!”

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“By taking a long and thoughtful look at what God has created, people have always been able to see what their eyes as such can’t see.”

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“Eternal power, for instance, and the mystery of His divine being.”

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“So nobody has a good excuse.” Romans 1:19-20, the Message

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Nobody has a good excuse. Wow.

Those words from the Bible have long intrigued and almost frightened me. We are without excuse for knowing somewhere in our hearts that there is a God. Intense, don’t you think? The nature of God is revealed for each of us to see in…nature. His invisible qualities are made known to us by just looking at what is seen.

When our butterfly emerged today, I was flooded with a sense of awe about God’s creation. Pondering His creation led me to ponder Him and His qualities. He is real. In our hearts, we all have the chance to know He is real. We are without excuse of God’s existence, in fact.

The butterfly, and all of God’s creation, are living proof that there is a God.

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Mama said there’d be days like this…

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…there’d be days like this, my Mama said.

Okay, okay. Today wasn’t really all that bad. But man, I feel like we’ve been through the wringer lately. For a very long time now, it seems like I have been measuring how far past the beginning of some of our family’s hard times we are. “We’ve had a really rough six months,” I remember saying a few years ago. Half a year later, “We’re just coming out of what has been a tough year for us.” After a while, “This last year and a half has really challenged us.” Finally, once I caught myself saying, “Our family is emerging from a very busy two year period,” I stopped myself.

Maybe I’ve been looking at this all in the wrong way.

The thing is (and here is where I don’t get all philosophical), I am at a loss for what the right way is. Maybe these seasons we’ve gone through aren’t phases at all but just life. And life is just hard, perhaps. I don’t know. Certainly I tend to be, ahem, dramatic in how I respond to and relay details about situations I encounter. My mother has known that about me practically since infancy. I’m left with little doubt part of this could be my perception. Naturally, we reap what we sow and there is a lot of that in play, too. More than I care to admit to myself on most evenings. But then there are the sick babies, sick dogs, random string of unfortunate events, health maladies.

Mama said there’d be days like this.

But weeks? Months? Years? All in all, of course, compared to the rest of the world at least, our lives are cushy. But I just can’t say I haven’t noticed that our family seems to have more than our fair share of whateveryouwanttocallit. So, I don’t know what to make of this all. I’m just processing here, people. But I do know that God promised neither happiness or a problem free life to those who seek to follow him. He promised us a lot, though. But still…

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…Mama said there’d be days like this, there’d be days like this, my Mama said.

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Faithful

Old Faithful, Yellowstone National Park, July 6, 1011

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Seeing Old Faithful last week was a spiritual experience. I didn’t expect that at all. “Why do they call it ‘Old Faithful,’ Mom?” As I was explaining it it as best I could to my children, I couldn’t help but simultaneously think of God, the true faithful one. God is so faithful, but I’m having a hard time living in that truth right now.

You see, tonight, I’m not doing so well. Physically. Emotionally. Spiritually. But He is faithful.

I am out of the hospital finally, no longer feeling an ounce of kidney discomfort, but am struggling with some different (somewhat expected) physical symptoms that are leaving me reeling. But He is faithful.

I am walking through some deep emotional waters that I’m not ready to talk about on my blog yet, and the pain and fear I am encountering in these waters is acute. But He is faithful.

Spiritually, I am feeling dry. Parched. Having not fed myself from the Bible the way I know I need to, nor drank from the sweet, refreshing promises God has for me the way I should, I am not surprised. Indeed, distant, dry and dusty are words that sum me up spiritually tonight. But He is faithful.

What does that mean, He is faithful? To be honest, tonight, I don’t exactly know. But from what I do know of God’s character, what I’ve learned in His Word, how I’ve experienced him in my exactly 34 years now on this earth, there are a few things I know it does not mean.

That God is faithful does not mean He will always come through for me the way I want, if only I pray hard enough, believe, have faith, do good. He may not come through the way I want. That God is faithful does not mean I can know for sure that I’ll be given relief from the physical symptoms I’m facing. I may not. That God is faithful does not mean this emotional burden will be lifted from me. It very well may remain, and I may emerge on the other side of this not in the way I’m praying I will. That God is faithful does not mean the thing that I’m fearing deep in my core won’t really happen, that God will protect me from it. It might happen; God may choose not to intervene. That God is faithful does not mean He will make me feel spiritually connected to Him with a wave of His wand, though I have chosen to drift from Him.

Tonight, I’m not doing so well.

When I know in my head that God is faithful but am having a hard time feeling it in my heart, there are a few things I could do. I could turn to the world, to friends (even well intentioned ones), to my own deep, personal thoughts, trying to make sense of things myself. Or I can turn to the things that I know are true. 100% true. My head and heart aren’t beating as one tonight, so I am looking in the only place on earth where I can stake my flag in some solid ground. The world, friends, even my own conscience and thoughts are telling me different things. I need some unshakable truths.

I may not know, or remember, what God being faithful means, but I am about to remind myself. There are a few promises God has made that I can cling to when physically, emotionally and spiritually I am fading away. He always keeps His promises. And tonight I’m going to grab onto a few of them and not let go. Here are a few of God’s steadfast promises bringing me peace tonight:

God keeps His promises.
“Know therefore that the Lord your God is God; He is the faithful God, keeping His covenant of love to a thousand generations.” Deuteronomy 7:9

Neither the world, nor people in it, nor any circumstances, can steal my joy unless I allow them to.
“No one will take away your joy.” John 16:22

God will give me the strength to go on.
“He gives strength to the weary and increases the power of the weak.” Isaiah 40:29

He will love me forever, no matter what.
“I have loved you with an everlasting love.” Jeremiah 31:3

God is always listening when I talk to Him.
“Come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.” Jeremiah 29:12

He will never leave me.
“I will never leave you nor forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5

By reading these promises of God’s in the Bible, I remember: God is faithful. He is faithful even when I don’t feel it, even when I don’t see it, even when I doubt it.

Tonight, I’m not doing so well. But I look at this photograph of Old Faithful and remember, God keeps His promises. He is faithful.

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And that’s enough for me tonight.

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Hallelujah, Christ arose!

Low in the grave He lay, Jesus my Savior,
waiting the coming day, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
with a mighty triumph o’er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
and He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose! Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Death cannot keep its prey, Jesus my Savior;
He tore the bars away, Jesus my Lord!

Up from the grave He arose;
with a mighty triumph o’er His foes;
He arose a victor from the dark domain,
and He lives forever, with His saints to reign.
He arose! He arose!

Hallelujah! Christ arose!

Robert Lowry, 1826-1899

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this isn’t a victory, it’s a chance for me to keep learning to love

The snake that bit this man, who was sleeping on the ground in Garmaam, Ethiopia when we were there last month, is dead. He injected venom into this man’s shoulder. But the snake did not kill his victim.

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The snake, however, was himself killed.

In the Bible, satan is referred to as a snake. That is the form he took in the Garden of Eden when he tempted Eve to betray God. I often think that, as Christians, we can forget that satan does have dominion on earth and is the controller of the evil in our world. God lets satan spread destruction on earth. In doing so, he fulfills God’s purposes.

Although I know that a cosmic battle between good and evil is waging all around us, I do not fear, though. Do you know why?

Because Jesus has already defeated satan.

It’s a tricky thing, since Jesus already died on the cross but has not come back yet to permanently vanquish evil. We live in an “already” but “not yet” kind of time. Satan is alive and well on earth, yet in the most truest sense, the snake is already dead. I have faith in Jesus, accept what He did on the cross for me by dying for my sins, and have the confidence that Jesus has already won the victory over God’s enemies, including satan.

But for now, on this earth before Jesus returns, 2 Corinthians 4:4 says that satan is “the god of this age who has blinded the minds of unbelievers.” But we are told to “take heart! I have overcome the world.” Spiritual warfare has been on my mind quite a bit lately. As some of you know, there was a website devoted to mocking me, pointing out my flaws (I have many!), digging up dirt about our family’s past (and present!) and using it, as well as many assumptions and conclusions, to paint me as a liar, deceiver and other things.

I say was, because that website is now no longer.

I wanted to let you know that our family decided some time ago to move forward in ways that we could against people who have harassed and bullied our family, even after we asked them to stop. We are working on taking action as well against those who have said untrue things about us, intent on maligning me and defaming my character, with those who have bombarded companies and charities with emails and calls with the intent of having my relationship with them severed, and with the people who create and maintain websites with an environment conducive to that kind of behavior. There were physical threats and other types of threats as well, but the harassment, lies and interfering with relationships were the most common things that happened, leading us to decide to no longer put up with it. I believe very firmly in free speech, realize that my public platform opens me up to receiving both positive and negative feedback and that our rocky marriage and financial past coupled with my tendency to be sarcastic and sometimes snarky further made me a target, but the truth remains: No one deserves to be lied about, harassed, threatened or be the target of what our family has been the target of. Even though we have been, as believers in Jesus, we want to respond in love, grace and forgiveness. After all, we have been loved, given grace and offered much forgiveness. However, that does not mean we cannot take a stand when wronged in criminal and civil ways. We are doing that and will continue to do that when our rights as Americans are infringed upon.

But.

But just because a website is down does not mean the battle is over. The site may be down, but I am sure the hatred against me still rages. Not to mention, I have so much work to keep doing on myself it isn’t even funny. God has allowed refining fires in my life. I can let them burn me out or allow them to purify me. It’s painful, but I want to be purified. I long to be ever increasingly above reproach. I want to know Him, to love others, to never stop working on myself, to be the best wife and mother I can be, and to be able to accept God’s unconditional love and forgiveness for me when I fail.

Clearly, the battle on earth is not over, either. Satan still has dominion on this world. We are all affected by him, and…understand this…I am not saying that people or websites against me are satan. Or are snakes. They aren’t. But satan is real. He is a liar and a deceiver and in him there is no good. His snaky ways permeate our world.

To that end, I will not “gloat when [my] enemy falls.” Proverbs 24:17 says, “When he stumbles, do not let your heart rejoice.” May I ask you to do the same, dear ones? Let there be no na-na-nah-boo-boo-ing. Please talk only with love and encouragement to those who speak otherwise. People who are intent on maligning me have made mistakes and have been intentionally hateful, and I will forgive them. I have made mistakes and have been intentionally hateful.

But just because I…and others…have lied, done things wrong and failed time and time again does not give anyone the right to speak ill about them.

Quite the contrary. The fact that negativity about me can be found on the internet makes me want to be all the more loving. God says in Proverbs 22:11 that “he who loves a pure heart and whose speech is gracious will have the king for his friend.” My speech will be gracious towards my detractors, whether they quit harassing us now or not until Jesus returns. Lord, please help my “gentleness be evident to all,” Philippians 4:5.

As Martin Luther King, Jr. said, “hate does not drive out hate.” Only love can do that. Will you join me in loving people who hurt me? And love those who hurt you, too? There is no victory in relationships being severed. No victory in having to take legal action against people who harass you. No victory in mocking others or rejoicing when they fail. There is victory in love. “If I have a faith that can move mountains, but have not love, I am nothing.” I Cornithians 13:12

And let us never forget that no matter what we face on this earth, as Christians we are secure in the knowledge that the snake is dead. Isaiah 27:1 promises that “God will unsheathe his sword, his merciless, massive, mighty sword. He’ll kill that old dragon that lives in the sea.”

And in the meantime, I will love my family, honor my husband, blog about what God is doing in my life and love those who want to harm and embarrass me by rubbing my own very real failures in my face. I will focus on growing, overcoming my failures, returning hate with love, focusing on the ways God wants to use hurts in my life to refine me, and rest in Him even if five websites pop up about me for every one that shuts down. Satan may win battles, but God has won the war.

Matthew 5:11 says, “Blessed are you when people insult you, persecute you and falsely say all kinds of evil against you because of me. Rejoice and be glad, because great is your reward in heaven, for in the same way they persecuted the prophets who were before you.”

Facing up to our own very real shortcomings is hard. Having to publicly face ridicule is no fun. But, although we must pursue things when our family and livelihood are threatened, I still have only kind words for those who dislike me:

You have hurt me with the ways you try to get me to own up to my mistakes. I have caused myself plenty of my own pain, heartbreak and embarrassment in my life, and instead of loving and supporting me through that, you kicked me when I was down. But I love you. I forgive you. I have done so much wrong, have been filled with evil, have lied and had ill thoughts. Yet I long so much for you to know the peace at the end of each day that God loves you unconditionally, too, if you don’t yet. Thank you for desiring to see me face my inappropriate actions. May I learn from my mistakes and strive to be a better person, filled with positivity and never with bitterness or negativity. I love you. I forgive you.

“Blessed are the peacemakers, for they will be called children of God.” Lord, help me to be a peacemaker, to not rejoice when the snake is wounded and killed, but to be thankful that you created a way for my own very snaky ways to be forgiven and redeemed and to pray for others to embrace that forgiveness and redemption.

This isn’t a victory. It’s yet another chance for me to keep learning to love as Christ would have me love.

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I’m not defined by the mistakes that I’ve made. I am forgiven. I am new.

I wrote and published a post this morning, apologizing to you all. I was, and remain, overwhelmed at the responses, full of grace, acceptance, understanding and forgiveness, that you left for me. Thank you.

I am not who I was. I am being remade. I am new.

Peppered throughout were of course the handful of, “You’ll never change,” and “Haven’t we heard this before!?” comments. I cannot say that I blame people who think this way. Certainly only time will tell if I really shed the negativity and sarcasm that I have allowed to thrive in my prideful heart. I have made commitments in the past and have broken them. Why should I, or you for that matter, believe this time will be any different?

I think I know why.

I’m not defined by mistakes that I’ve made. I am new.

Because this time is different. Every moment in life, we have a new chance to do better. Every breath can be a new beginning if we let it. Tonight, I went out to dinner with my sister and some close girlfriends. On the way there, I heard a song on the radio that was new to me. I am not one of those people who usually gets moved by music. I’m much more visually and intellectually inspired. But this evening, God brought me to my knees with Jason Gray‘s song I Am New.

I won’t deny the worst you could say about me.

The things that the world would love for me to believe, that I’ve messed up too many times before to be trusted now, that I’m a cheat and a liar, that the sarcastic words I have uttered define me, that I am not truly going to change, that I should be ashamed at how many times I’ve fallen and had to start again, that my actions prove I don’t really have it in me to be the woman of God I say I want to be….all of these things are not true. They are not the way God sees me.

I am chosen and holy. And I’m dearly loved.

With a beautiful freshness, Jason Gray’s song, the lyrics from which are in bold in this post, reminded of the things that are true about me. In a new light, I heard God speak to me about who I really am. Our eyes focusing on our past mistakes, perseverating on the times we’ve messed up before, those are not the things God wants us to do. He longs for us to understand that He loves us in our humanity. Our imperfect, flawed humanity. He loves me, even as a repeat offender, as much today as he did on the day I was born. God doesn’t see my sin and my mistakes when He looks at me. Instead, He sees me as how I really am.

I am forgiven, beloved.

I hope that this video might bless and encourage some of you. If nothing else, take it as an almost miraculously perfect illustration of the state of my heart right now. Shedding the past, looking towards the future, focusing on the truths about the way God views me, giving no voice to the way satan would like to shame me.

I am new.

Righteous and holy. Reborn and remade.

Yes, these are the things that are true about me. I am not who I was, and I won’t hide in the shadows in shame. Climbing back up today, and next time when I fail again, I will keep remembering that while I am still in the process of being made more like Jesus, God already sees me as perfect.

Hidden in Christ. Made in the image of the Giver of life. Accepted and worthy, this is my new name!

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roots are loosening

Come back at 9 pm tonight (Central time) for a live chat with me titled Everything You Ever Wanted To Ask MckMama About Africa (And Were Not Afraid To Ask). No, I mean seriously.

Africa.

In our family’s hearts. And, soon, under my feet. (With the vision of MSF* here in the future.)

*Many Small Feet

I draw breath and feel my heart begin to pound when I think about all that my upcoming trip to Africa will entail. Here on the home front, I mean: Missing my children and husband while I’m away, mostly, and knowing that they’ll miss me. But about there, in Kenya and Ethiopia, I feel little anxiety.

Perhaps, as the world is concerned, I should feel some. Maybe my peace is just God preparing my heart.

My dear friend Candice sent me this excerpt from John Piper’s (whose church I used to attend when I was a young collegiate whippersnapper) book Don’t Waste Your Life.

“But if the discontent with your present situation is deep, recurrent, and lasting, and if that discontent grows in Bible-saturated soil, God may be calling you to a new work. If, in your discontent, you long to be holy, to walk pleasing to the Lord, and to magnify Christ with your one, brief life, then God may indeed be loosening your roots in order to transplant you to a place and a ministry where the deep spiritual ambitions of your soul can be satisfied.”

Oh, how these words resonated with me!

Yet, it isn’t about me, ultimately. Sure, inside of myself is where I look and search, trying to understand the longings I feel there. Seeking counsel from the people in my life who know and love me, those longings are sent through a filter. Are they of God? Of me? Is God leading our family this way? Or perhaps simply asking us to radically love and serve Him wherever we go, leaving the location up to us? As we think through the answers to these questions, walk through doors we feel God has opened, doing an about face when those doors are later closed, keeping our eyes upward (and inward in our Bibles) so we won’t miss the next door He opens, praying for the strength and wisdom to do what He asks and ascertain what that really is….as we walk through these answers, it’s clear that it isn’t about us. Or me.

It’s about them.

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I can’t speak for everyone who has been to Africa, seen children living in heinous conditions, been on a missions trip, visited villages with no clean water source and saw what havoc that was wreaking on the people there…but for me, I can no longer turn away. I must find a way, even if it seems radical to some, to be a mother and a wife, utterly passionate about both of those roles, while not simultaneously turning my back on the poorest of the poor in the world. For if those children in the photograph above were mine, and you had the ability to go to them, help them find hope and clean water and access to medical help and education…I would beg you to do it. These children aren’t mine. But they do belong to someone. And, in as much as they are cohabitants of this world we all share, they are ours.

So I will go.

Don’t pat me on the back, though. I don’t want to go. There are parts of me that may go kicking and screaming. But going…that I have committed to. Not because I fancy that I can save the world. I can’t. I can’t even save one child. But I know Who can. And shame on me if I turn away from what He wants to do. Some people must go, some must stay, we may need to bloom where we’re planted, or allow God to loosen our roots so we can serve elsewhere. There are people who can give money to send others, or give money to send supplies. There are those who can go for a short time, others who can go for a long time. Our family is passionate about listening to God and doing what we can to help those in need, however God asks us to do that. And we believe that entails raising our children to be aware of the vast needs of others in our world and to prayerfully see their hearts remain soft.

Partnering with an organization that is open to a family who desires to bring their children physically onto the mission field with them has been a seed planted in our hearts since last March when my husband and I went to Kenya. Doing what I can do with the one life I have been given to be obedient to God where it concerns my husband, our children and the poor and hurting people in the world is important to me. Important to me when I am thinking clearly and aligned with what God wants, that is. Sadly, many are the times when I allow myself to believe the American Dream lie or feed myself materialistic, self serving drivel.

“It is true that God can be known and enjoyed in every legitimate vocation; but when He deploys you from one place to the next, He offers fresh and deeper drinking at the fountain of his fellowship. God seldom calls us to an easier life but always calls us to know more of Him and drink more deeply of His sustaining grace.” Piper’s further words in his book Don’t Waste Your Life aren’t written on the wall proof that our family is supposed to uproot our family and move to Africa. I’m not even sure they are proof of anything in particular, other than God does call us to do things, those things will rarely entail an “easier life” and ultimately, He wants us to know Him more deeply.

And many times I am left asking myself, and asking God, what am I supposed to do today, tomorrow, with my day, my mouth, my life, my blog? As far as my blog, it is no longer a source of sustaining income for us as it was for a season. My blog is still a place where I share my passion, my heart, my sarcastic wit (hah!), snippets of our family life, my photographs. But what else? I think back to all of the waiting children in Kenya last year who were sponsored by you guys and I marvel at God allowing us to be any part of that. I marvel at the way He brought Global Hope Network International into our lives and for the opportunity to explore ways to be involved in a new way of looking at bringing hope to the poorest villages in the world. I think He wants me to use my time, talents, passions…and my blog ever in ways that please Him. I have failed at that in the past, and no doubt I’ll fail again. But none of that will stop me from getting back up onto the proverbial horse and trying again. Trying, with His strength, to be the person He created me to be.

So, in an effort to explore possibilities of having my family of seven…and us as the MckMama community…and you and your own families…be a part of helping villages in Africa and around the world escape severe poverty, I am taking a trip to Kenya and Ethiopia with GHNI. Although this collaboration is in the groundwork laying stage, and we will all be learning as we go at this point, there will still be the chance for some of you to come on board to support villages in need yet this winter. As well, Jeff from GHNI has a vision of what may unfold in the future as it relates to continuing to return to Africa and partner with villages, hopefully with my family and yes, you and possibly even your families, too. I don’t know at this point what God has up His sleeve. But we have said “Yes!”, we are willing to walk through the doors He has clearly opened and find out how we can help. Maybe you’ll join us…in one way or another.

More later…and don’t forget that I’ll be chatting live about all of this Africa crazy talk tonight at 9 pm right here. Feel free to join me live and/or leave a question for me there now so it can be one of the first I’ll answer.

And thank you for letting me share our family’s journey, and all of the joys and struggles that come along the road, with you.

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Returning to Africa!

Ever since last March, when my husband and I were first in Kenya, Africa has been on our hearts. Our insides have continued to be stirred for the poorest of the poor around the world. We haven’t been able to get Africa out of our hearts. Not that we’ve tried.

Miichelle has very much become a part of our family, a girl whose name is oft uttered by our own small children when Daddy or I perch on their beds each night, stroking their hair as they pray.

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Our other sponsored children are important to us, too. But there is something special with Miichelle. We have seen her, touched her, breathed the same African air as her. The longing to see Miichelle again, to do more, to return to Africa, to be faithful, to cling not to the worldly parts of our lives, to follow God’s leading as a family, to have our children see what we saw in the hopes that God would continue to stir in their hearts too…has been ever present.

What the journey God has our family on will look like in the months and years to come, we don’t know. The unknowns have always been, and still are, up to Him. And I’m thankful for that! Step by step we long to follow where God leads, go through the doors He opens and, as a family, serve and love Him however He asks.

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However and wherever He asks, that is.

The next leap of faith? I’m finally at peace with sharing it with you. Returning to Africa. This winter. If you feel so led to pray for our family, we would be so grateful! I will share ever so much more about Africa, the connections God has ordained and the details of this trip (I will likely be the only one in our family making this winter’s trip) with you soon. Right now, things are being solidified, prayed over and looked into. It is my hope to be able to visit Miichelle and possibly Franklin this time around, and there is ever so much more to what God may have in store as it involves our family, His kingdom, this blog and Africa.

We are open, willing and stepping forward in faith. Returning to Africa is a scary, amazing, faith inducing, wonderful, terrifying thought. But God is big enough to handle it. That much I know.

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rant

Confession: We usually don’t buy airline seats for our children when they are under age two; instead, we typically opt to have them travel as lap children as allowed by the airlines. Each time I have posted photographs of our little ones flying, like I did with Flurry swaddled up and sleeping on the seat next to me the other day, I understandably get comments reminding me that it is safer for children to fly while restrained in their own seat in a carseat.

I understand that there are reasons for people to encourage me in this way. As evidenced by my posts, our family has chosen to take the risks associated with airline travel for our little ones, sometimes without carseats. Nearly always, unless there is an extra seat, my baby is wrapped snuggly to me, sleeping in my sling, or in my arms breastfeeding during takeoff and landing. It’s wonderful to live in a place where parents are free to make (many) of the important decisions about their children’s well being themselves. I love how free people feel to comment to me and have learned a lot over my years of blogging. For one, until someone told me, I had no idea that the Susan Komen Foundation gave large amounts of money to Planned Parenthood or that some consider it unsafe for pregnant women to eat soft cheeses. However, I had to scratch my head at the comments (both to me and to other commenters) on my recent post that questioned the commitment to their children’s safety of parents who fly with their offspring on their laps.

Here is where I rant:

Does the fact that there is a possibly safer way to do something necessarily mean that a parent who chooses the initial way is not concerned with their child’s safety? I think not.

But isn’t that what is implied when someone confronts a person (on an airplane or in the comments of a blog) about the non-use of carseats? I have heard people say, while admonishing a parent for not using a carseat on an airplane, that the safety of their child is way more important to them than any extra airfare, hassle of lugging carseats, or anything else. Their child’s safety is paramount, a parent asserts, and they are appalled that other parents don’t feel the same way. As important as carseats on airplanes certainly may be (and I really don’t know how exactly how important they are, but logic tells me that for the most part, if a plane crashes, it ain’t going to matter one iota if a child was in a carseat or not…it hardly seems that their survival would hang in the balance over how they were restrained), I think that this is an area where perhaps mothers are less than gracious to other mothers. Why do I think that? Because honestly, I believe that safety is the number one priority of most parents, but that is fleshed out in many different ways. There are as many ways to keep littles ones safe as there are different kinds of mothers. And most mothers know this: Life is inherently risky. There is no way to get around that. To hear mothers calling other mothers out for not using a net on a trampoline or not using carseats on an airplane, referencing those mothers unconcerned with the safety of their children, confuses me.

Certainly, if safety were ultimately paramount to those mothers, then not flying in the first place would be the safest thing to do, right? If a trampoline with a net is safer than one with no net, certainly not jumping on a trampoline at all is ever safer. After all, there is no way that a child could get injured on a trampoline as long as they never jump on one or die in an airplane crash if they don’t get into a plane. Right? Parents who choose to fly with their children, either in or out of carseats, are willingly putting their children’s lives in danger for the convenience of air travel. It isn’t only the parents who choose to hold a lap child who do that; it is all parents who fly with children. Which is why I just can’t understand the kind of calling out that took place in the comments of my recent post.

I assert that unless a parent chooses to keep their child at home away from airports, or duct tapes a pillow to their child’s head while in a carseat on an airplane to protect it from possible falling luggage during turbulence, then there is little benefit for that parent to tell another one that they obviously don’t prioritize their child’s safety. Bah. I don’t believe it. Education is one thing. Spreading the word about carseat safety on airplanes is a noble endeavor, and I’ve learned a lot about different kinds of harnesses for children to be restrained in while they fly. But this is just my rant wondering aloud about the stability of the argument at hand. It would unarguably be safer for children to have their heads restrained to the back of their carseats in the car, since it is possible for them to have their necks injured upon impact in an accident. But does that make the mother who simply puts her child in an appropriate rear facing five point harness not concerned with her child’s safety, simply because another mother might restrain her child’s head or have her kiddos wear helmets in the car? Certainly not! I wonder how much good it really does to try to come off to others as if we are the epitome of safety conscious parents. Because really, none of us are. Life with children, and life in general, is all about balance. Weighing pros and cons. And taking calculated risks. We all do it. We all try to do it the best we can. And there are no perfect parents in this imperfect, inherently risky world.

And here, for me at least, it ends up coming around to my faith. You see, while nutrition and carseat safety are important to me, though I encourage our MSC to use their manners and try to expose them to as few chemicals in their everyday lives as I can, keeping them safe in an earthly sense is not my number one goal. What is paramount to me as a parent is my childrens’ spiritual wellbeing. Make no bones about it: I certainly don’t want any of my children to die before me, and I would be beyond devastated if any of them did. But this earth is not the end. In that regard, I don’t fear the death of my children. I will spend my years mothering them looking out for their safety, to be sure, but I won’t go overboard stressing out over it or duct taping soft things to their heads. Keeping them in a safe bubble at home is hardly the way I think our children will develop a healthy worldview. Life is inherently risky. And life on earth will end. But where my children spend eternity is of far more consequence to me than the issue of if they sit in carseats on airplanes or not.

End of rant.

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