Perspective...

I had a tough evening. The kids were all at each other’s throats (literally, Kati & Joe were fighting, and Joe & Olivia were fighting, and Timothy was just being his ornery little self…).
Timothy has a habit of hiding his glasses. Tonight, he hid them in the speaker thingy of the surround sound system. I had to break the bottom of the speaker (just the bottom part, didn’t affect the speaker, and you can’t tell unless you pick it up and look at the bottom) with a hammer to rescue the glasses, and the matchbox car, three hair clips, Kati’s bracelet, and about a dozen Fruit Loops (don’t even ask how all of THAT stuff got in there!).


Every time I tried to accomplish something, someone needed me. Finally, I had to send Joe to his room, and Kati had to keep an eye on the little ones so I could at least cook supper. LOL


So, here I am having my own little pity party, reading email, FB updates, etc., and I realize that in light of all that is going on in the lives of my friends, my crappy mood is pretty pitiful itself.


There are at least three families who are working hard and praying harder for the money to bring their children home. There is a family waiting to hear when they have to travel across the world again to face the judge that said “No” to them last week when they begged her to be allowed to adopt the little boy that they have loved for so long. There is a family praying for their new daughter as she literally fights for her life in a hospital in Texas. There are children who are dying while they wait for their families to find them… our RR family lost another little angel boy last night (this brings the total to FIVE since October). And… a dear friend lost his Mom to cancer this morning.


My mood is nothing compared to what others are going through right now. I came here to post about life not being all sunshine and roses with four kids (two special needs), but instead I want to beg you to pray.


Pray for the families and the kids that I mentioned. Pray that God moves the hearts of those that need to be moved so that they can bring their children home, and save them from the “life” that they might have if they can’t raise the money, or if the judge still says “No”. Pray for His provision for them. I know that it can happen, I have seen it, I have experienced it.


I’m still in an icky mood, but I will thank God tonight for allowing me to have the children that I have, even when they fight, or “lose” their glasses, or make me crazy, because the alternative would be that I wouldn’t have them and that would kill me. I know I am blessed.


I am blessed to have my kids, and my husband (how he puts up with me is a whole other post, I’m sure!), my Mom, and my wonderful, supportive, loving friends.


Thank you God… for your provision and for helping change my perspective…