Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Building Families

Once again, it has been a long time since I've written.  To be honest, I've felt a little stuck.  Our adoption road passed the year mark of being approved and fully registered at a private adoption agency and not even a bite on the hook.  Discouraging to say the least.  

BUT ... 

There is hope.  Families are built in lots of different ways and I am realizing that I am privileged to be privy to many exciting family building stories.  These stories serve as not so gentle reminders for me. Reminders to continue to trust in the Lord, to trust my gut instinct on the path we are on, to be happy - no ecstatic - for friends, family and acquaintances who share their news of children joining their lives. 

Let me share some of these stories with you ... to give you hope, to make your heart happy and to know that even when you feel your world is crumbling, there are children going home to their forever families everyday. 

Young friends of ours were recently chosen to adopt two children from a local children's services agency.  Talk about crash course in parenting! 

Church friends who were given a less than 1% chance of ever getting pregnant recently shared with us that they are indeed expecting a baby -- au naturel! 

A friend's sister and her husband, after experiencing many years of wanting to be parents, were chosen by a birthmom this past summer.  They rushed home from vacation to be at the birth of their son. 

Long time friends decided to give fertility treatments one more go and recently gave birth to a healthy (and adorable) little boy. 

Seminary friends, after experiencing the international adoption of their son, are adopting embryos with hopes of being able to experience pregnancy and birth. 

An old friend, after experiencing fertility issues early on in her marriage, just announced that she is pregnant with twins! 

A pastor wife friend was able to travel overseas with her whole family to add a fourth child to their brood. It hasn't been easy but checking out their family photos it is clear that this child is finally home and thriving.

The stories and announcements will keep coming.  Of course, I know many couples who are waiting -- us included.  We are waiting for the day that they get the phone call that changes our lives forever.  I don't know when your phone will ring with good news or when the test will come back positive but I want to encourage you to hang in there.  No one can promise you that the dream of adding a child or two to your family will come true but you can be sure that there is a God who loves you and who cries those aching tears with you.  He is holding you in the palm of his hand.  He has been faithful in the past and he will remain faithful in the future.

Yours in waiting, 
April  








Tuesday, June 24, 2014

I am Pro-Life

There, I said it.  No apologies. No surprises. 

But, what does it actually mean to be PRO-LIFE?  I have been thinking a lot lately about this question.  Lots of ideas and thoughts have gone through my mind and I want to try to articulate some of them so bear with me as I sort through some of them (this is just the beginning!).

Clearly it means to protect life ... to advocate for those who can't advocate for themselves.  It means to make life a priority despite the challenges and difficulties that surround that life.  I suppose much of it depends on what your definition of life is.  I believe that life begins at the moment of conception.  The union of one egg with one sperm equals life despite how tiny and incomprehensible it is.  So even at this very early stage, I am pro-life. Science has made this question of life confusing and complicated which I think confuses and complicates how we articulate why and how we are pro-life. For me it is simple: protect life. 

Here's a question: what are YOU doing to protect life?  There are many answers I think and part of the reason for writing this post is to share some ideas on how you and I can actively protect life.

The easiest and least complicated is to simply give of your financial resources to pro-life organizations.  These include pregnancy crisis centers, counseling agencies, provincial and nation-wide groups that advocate for pro-life (ie. the Campaign Life Coalition).  I am sure there are right to life groups in your geographical location.  They do great work and they are always in need of funding.  They often offer counseling to moms and dads who don't know which direction to turn in, they help with the material needs a baby brings (diapers, clothing, formula, etc.) and they educate people.

Another relatively easy way to actively show that you are pro-life it to come along side someone who is fostering or adopting.  These folks need support.  They need emotional, mental and spiritual support as they deal with the ins and outs of the 'system', as they communicate with social workers and other professionals who work with the children and the birth families and as they love and parent the children they are fostering/adopting.  This support could come in many forms: a phone call, a note of encouragement, an offer to babysit or even a play date! Sometimes they need financial support ... fostering and adopting can be expensive! 

You could also come alongside a young mom who has decided to parent her child.  Give thanks to God that she has chosen life despite how difficult a decision it was for her.  Tell her that you are thankful she chose life for her child.  You may not agree with her life choices but this is definitely one decision you can be glad she made.  Encourage and support her whatever way you can.  I am continually surprised that as pro-lifers we breathe a sigh of relief when a woman decides to carry her child to term rather than abort it ... but then what do we do?  Often, nothing. We need to do something ... anything but leave her to fend for herself in a world where even two parent financially stable families struggle to raise kids. 

A harder way to show you are pro-life is to foster or adopt a child.  According to Focus on the Family there are more than 30,000 children in Canada waiting to belong to their forever family.  The majority of these children are older (ages 5+) and there is a huge need for families to take these children into their hearts and homes and give them what they have not yet received in their short lives: a place to call home, forever.

And finally, education and awareness is key.  Talking about being pro-life is one thing, doing something about it ... actually DOING something, is another.  Be bold ... go out on a limb and I can guarantee you will be blessed. 

What will you do?  Do it today. 

Blessings,
April



Sunday, April 27, 2014

Waiting ...

I am waiting.  Waiting, waiting, waiting.  And as I wait, I recall that I have been in this spot many times before.  

... Waiting for the lab to call on the results of the most recent blood test.  
... Waiting for the clinic to call to schedule the next appointment.  
... Waiting for the pharmacy to call to tell me my stash of drugs for the next fertility treatment has arrived.  
... Waiting for the adoption practitioner to schedule the next in a series of meetings.  
... Waiting for a birthmom to choose me to be the mom for her child. 

And now, right now, I am waiting ...

This poem helped me through each of those times of waiting and it is helping me now.  If you are someone who is waiting for something ... I pray that it will give you words that your own heart and mind cannot form.  I know it has for me.  

Blessings,
April

Wait

by Russell Kelfer
Desperately, helplessly, longingly, I cried;
Quietly, patiently, lovingly, God replied.
I pled and I wept for a clue to my fate . . .
And the Master so gently said, "Wait." 

"Wait? you say wait?" my indignant reply.
"Lord, I need answers, I need to know why!
Is your hand shortened? Or have you not heard?
By faith I have asked, and I'm claiming your Word.

"My future and all to which I relate
Hangs in the balance, and you tell me to wait?
I'm needing a 'yes', a go-ahead sign,
Or even a 'no' to which I can resign. 

"You promised, dear Lord, that if we believe,
We need but to ask, and we shall receive.
And Lord I've been asking, and this is my cry:
I'm weary of asking! I need a reply." 

Then quietly, softly, I learned of my fate,
As my Master replied again, "Wait."
So I slumped in my chair, defeated and taut,
And grumbled to God, "So, I'm waiting for what?" 

He seemed then to kneel, and His eyes met with mine . . .
and He tenderly said, "I could give you a sign.
I could shake the heavens and darken the sun.
I could raise the dead and cause mountains to run.

"I could give all you seek and pleased you would be.
You'd have what you want, but you wouldn't know Me.
You'd not know the depth of my love for each saint.
You'd not know the power that I give to the faint.

"You'd not learn to see through clouds of despair;
You'd not learn to trust just by knowing I'm there.
You'd not know the joy of resting in Me
When darkness and silence are all you can see.

"You'd never experience the fullness of love
When the peace of My spirit descends like a dove.
You would know that I give, and I save, for a start,
But you'd not know the depth of the beat of My heart.

"The glow of my comfort late into the night,
The faith that I give when you walk without sight.
The depth that's beyond getting just what you ask
From an infinite God who makes what you have last.

"You'd never know, should your pain quickly flee,
What it means that My grace is sufficient for thee.
Yes, your dearest dreams overnight would come true,
But, oh, the loss, if you missed what I'm doing in you.

"So, be silent, my child, and in time you will see
That the greatest of gifts is to truly know me.
And though oft My answers seem terribly late,
My most precious answer of all is still . . . Wait."

Wednesday, March 26, 2014

Minivan Mom

It has been a while since I've written but I wanted to share the exciting news that I've become a minivan mom.  Yup, I joined the ranks of those moms (and dads too I guess!) who proudly park a large box-shaped, boring coloured vehicle in their driveway everyday. 

Honestly, I never imagined myself driving a minivan ... Not sure why I thought that though.  I always dreamed of having four children so obviously a larger vehicle would be in order - although my parents had four of us along with a variety of foster children over the years and never drove anything larger than an Oldsmobile.  I digress ... along with that picture of a family of six, these children would ... 


** quietly get themselves into their respective and designated spots in the vehicle
** buckle themselves in

** keep their socks and shoes on; and 
** never ever chuck stuff at each other or drop their snacks on the floor.  

Ok, so even with two children all of the above perfectness has dissolved into reality.  A reality that I kind of like.  Driving my new minivan is an adventure most days.  Kailyn gets to decide where she would like to sit -- right now she is in the very back where Jude can't even see her let alone lob goldfish her way.  She can buckle herself in thank goodness or I'd be getting a workout every time we had to get in or out of the van.  I take bets on how many minutes it will take Jude to get his shoes and socks off even in the most wintery weather we've had this season (also on how many times I will have to put them back on in one outing OR how many dirty looks I get if I take him into a store/bank/post office without socks and shoes!!).  My kids shout out "mine" when they see a horse, exclaim with joy, "I see a Canada flag" or "there's the river!" and a personal favourite, "What's that tractor doing on the road?  It should be in a field".  In our car they can't really see out the windows at all.  


Kailyn is excited to pack all of our camping and trailer supplies in the van.  
I don't bonk my head when getting Jude in and out of the van. 
We can watch movies (on long trips) in the van (I am not sure if this is a perk or not yet). 
The van, the van, the van.  Thankful for my van.

But of course there is a darker side, besides the extra cash on gas!  Ownership of a van reminds me that I can comfortably fit more people ... more kids.  And right now I don't have more kids to fill up those seats.  This might seem rather silly and most days I don't think too much about it, but it is definitely there, lurking in the back of my brain as I recite the lines of "Despicable Me 2" or hand yet more snacks to the bottomless pits behind me. 

When will this wait be over?  When will Kailyn be relegated to the back seat on a more permanent basis because there is a baby who needs the seat closest to the door?  When will I get to install a car seat base for an infant seat and choose new fabric for a funky new diaper bag?  When will I get to be the mom who looks like she drives a clown car because the kids are piling out of it?  When?  

Until that day when Tuininga kid #3 arrives, I rest in the fact that God knows my child already and knows the answer to all my questions.  Until then, I will drive my minivan and I will like it!  

April 



Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Reflections on Life and Death

I have been doing a lot of thinking lately about life.  Specifically about my life. 

How do I seek joy in my everyday? 
How do I love my husband and children so that they know I love them unconditionally? 
How do I get the most out of each day God has given me?

Some days I feel frustrated and annoyed with my children -- the dinky cars on the floor, the crumbs under the table, the crying over nothing, the bath toys left in the tub, the crayon on the floor and walls.  I am overwhelmed with the fact that I am a full time stay at home mom with way too much on my plate.  I have to battle the feelings of envy when I hear other moms talk about dropping the kids off at their moms while they shop, clean, sleep (!?) or go out with girlfriends or on a date night. 

Stop.  What? 

This past Sunday our church family was struck by tragedy.  A terrible accident has left our church family reeling.  This event brings my sometimes hazy view of life into stark focus.  

It reminds me that the lives of those who fill my life are truly a gift from God.
... to be thankful for the lives of my children even when my socks are wet and sticky from the remains of dinner on the floor. 
... to appreciate the creativity and sneakiness of my little artists. 
... to say thank you to my husband who steps into his daddy role the second he steps in the door even when he's had a rough day. 
... to call my mom or my dad and say thanks for all the times they just shown up to help me.  

Life is a gift.  Every day complete with every small and great task is a gift from God.  Let's not forget it, ever.


Blessings on your everyday,

April