Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Adoption

We had the rare privilege this week of witnessing an adoption in court. Our friends had been parents to two little Native American boys for five years. This stint of foster care with intent to adopt has been a long trial of patience, tears, and prayers. There were times that we all thought this day was never going to come.
I won't go into detail here since it's a long story, I just thought it bears a bit of shouting to say that finally the two boys are sharing the same last name as their long time parents. We listened to the parents affirm that they would tell the truth and nothing but the truth and so forth, then become the official parents of two little boys. It took five years...then, seven minutes to get it done.
There were a lot of tears streaming down cheeks yesterday when the judge made his final pronouncements, one of them being that the birth certificates shall be changed. He was a kindly gentleman who quickly consented to coming out from behind his desk to get his picture taken with the happy family. I have the picture of them. He has a hand on a shoulder of each the little boys with a parent on each side and his smile is just as wide as theirs.
Are we just as excited and pleased about having been adopted into the family of God? Since our birth certificates HAVE been changed are we living out the will of our Father in heaven?

Monday, August 17, 2009

Real Photography




This picture makes me happy. Our son is an amateur photographer. This is his best accomplishment so far, I think. I've asked him for a matted wall hanging of it for my birthday. Can't you see this in a sunny room on a white wall with wicker furniture and vases of flowers?
I hope it blesses you as much as it does me.



Thursday, August 13, 2009

Recreation

We have been home from our camping for several days. The ordinary days are back along with the routines of work and social events. But there's a renewed interest in the this life we live.
Camping creates its own problems and pleasures different from those we have at home. The pleasure of an elegant table is replaced with the pleasure of grilled food eaten off our plates in our laps around a fire. Instead of keeping house we just kept the trash picked up and the food in coolers.
The family working together to build a sand castle became temporarily just as important as working for our living without the worry of whether or not it was worth it or adequate. Whatever we created here was perfect...nobody is worried today that the castle won't be there next year when we return, yet it was a united effort that we enjoyed together.
Some folks don't understand that just sitting and watching a bobber can be very refreshing. You can think through a lot while you wait. You never know when a big-enough-to-keep bass will hit your line. Life is like that...waiting quietly and patiently for what God has in store for you. The important part is to have your hook wormed and out there with your eye on the bobber and to wait!
Our son and his wife parked their tent under this big old white pine tree. Don't you love the fragile tucked beneath the arms of the sturdy?

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