They keep us running . . .

They keep us running . . .

5.25.2012

Thoughts for Memorial Day Weekend

Our family is leaving tomorrow to go on our annual Upchurch family trip to SC, but I wanted to share an email that Ted sent to the family in honor or Memorial Day.  It touched my heart and thought that I would  re-post here.  Enjoy.  I hope that it gets you thinking.


Patriot Graves

Monday marks Memorial Day, a national observance first known as Decoration Day. The first Memorial Day was observed on May 30, 1868, on the orders of General John Logan, commander of the Grand Army of the Republic. Flowers were placed on the graves of Union and Confederate soldiers at Arlington National Cemetery.

Initially meant as a time to remember those who fell during the bloody battles of our brutal Civil War, the holiday's significance has been extended to honor all those who paid the ultimate price for our nation. As they have done every year since 1948, soldiers of the 3rd U.S. Infantry Regiment will place flags at more than 260,000 gravestones at Arlington National Cemetery. They will remain at Arlington National Cemetery throughout the holiday weekend making sure that the flags remain upright.

There will be similar observances at national cemeteries around the country. In Fredericksburg, Virginia, local Boy Scouts and Girl Scouts will place candles at more than 15,000 graves at the Fredericksburg and Spotsylvania National Military Park. Taps will be played every 30 minutes.

Over time, Memorial Day weekend has become more of an occasion for relaxation than for reflection about our patriots' graves and the values for which they gave "the last full measure of devotion." This weekend, I encourage you to do both -- relax and reflect.

Have that picnic, hug your kids and have some fun at the beach. But let's also remind ourselves, and our children, about what happened at Concord Bridge, on the fields of Antietam and the beaches of Normandy and why we are in Afghanistan today. Explain to them the price that was paid to stop fascism and Soviet communism, why there was a Berlin Wall, what happened at Okinawa, at Ground Zero and over the fields of Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
Lastly, take a moment this Memorial Day to teach our children and grandchildren to love the things we love, and honor the things we honor. Finally, let's remind ourselves as well as our children that liberty is a gift from God, and that each generation has paid in flesh and blood to preserve it. As General George Patton said, "It is foolish and wrong to mourn the men who died. Rather we should thank God that such men lived."



5.09.2012

July??

Although I have tried not to ask for updates on our adoption, I have been struggling with the silence and so many people asking me questions that I decided to email my contact at the adoption agency.  She gave me a good update, and I thought that I would share some of what she told me.  Of course, it will definitely get my hopes up but I know that I can survive just about anything at this point . . .

Here is an excerpt from her e-mail:


I am in constant (daily) contact with [our contacts in Russia] waiting and watching
for a referral for your family. There have been several children that
have become available since the beginning of the new year, but [our contact in Russia]
 could not (would not) accept them due to health issues......so the
wait continues..... 


I have been told that there a couple of little girls that look good that
are coming up in June/early July, and that one of them is planned to be
referred to your family. That is all that they will tell me (I am about
to drive them crazy!!) I am sorry that I don't know anything else at
this point. Please hang in there for just a little while longer.

I hesistated to share this news, but I know that I have some prayer warriors out there.  Keep them coming.

5.08.2012

Poem

I read this poem on an adoption website this morning and it touched my heart.  I wanted to remember it and thought that I would share it as well.

Legacy of an Adopted Child

Once there were two women
Who never knew each other.
One you do not remember,
The other you call mother.

Two different lives
Shaped to make yours one,
One became your guiding star,
The other became your sun.

The first gave you life,
And the second taught you to live it.
And the first gave you a need for love,
And the second was there to give it.

One gave you a nationality.
The other gave you a name.
One gave you the seeds of talent,
The other gave you aim.

One gave you emotions,
The other calmed your fears.
One saw your first sweet smile,
The other dried your tears.

One gave you up,
It was all that she could do.
The other prayed for a child,
And God led her straight to you.

And now you ask me through your tears,
The age old question through the years.
Heredity or environment, Which are you a product of?
Neither, my Darling, Neither,
Just two different kinds of love.

Author Unknown

5.04.2012

House pics

I haven't posted in a while because my life has been so crazy!!  I have been out of town two weekends in a row (New Orleans and then girls beach trip) and we are headed to the lake tomorrow after the kids early morning soccer games.  Construction is coming along really well.  I feel like they are flying though the exterior, but know that the interior will take much more time.  The electricians are almost through with all the rough-in for the electrical and our sound people have pre-wired as well.

Here is what we are looking like now:

Front elevation - hallway with porch behind and master suite to right

Trim work

porch fireplace detail

back elevation - bay window in master, porch to right

bay window

porch and upstairs computer nook

On Monday they are busting through our current house and truly connecting the two.  It is not going to be pretty and it will be very messy but I am excited to see our massive sliding doors.  It is going to open everything up.

No news on the adoption front, but I am being patient.  It is a daily struggle, but I know that I have no control over it and that it will happen . . . in His time and not mine.