Thursday, October 11, 2007

Tales of the mundane.






Nothing terribly blog worthy at this point to report.






I love coming home to the greeting I get from my Gracie. She is always so excited to see me and I usually get the Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaadddyyyyyyyy squeal when I walk in the door. This week has not been normal. I have come home to a grumpy Mao all week. Today was the pinnacle. I come into a full blown Hunan hissy fit being had. She screamed for over an hour after I got home. Somebody has had a long week and the result is making me have a long week too. Maybe tomorrow will be better.






It is time to change over the clothes. It was over 90 degrees this past weekend, it has been in the 60's all day today, fall has arrived, abruptly. So its up and down the stairs I go, summer clothes downstairs, winter clothes upstairs, yawn.

I had a meeting with my Pastor on Monday night to tell him that we were leaving the Church. He didn't seem at all surprised by this, I don't think he was expecting the reasons necessarily but he appreciated the chat we had as best as I could tell. It is just time to go. God has something else in store for us and it doesn't involve this church. I was reminded of an old testament scripture, "Come out from your people and I will show you a land" Well, for the past 6 or so years they were my people, but I am looking forward to seeing what lies ahead now that we have left. I am attempting to get a meeting with the Pastor at Crosspoint to ask him some questions. Is it normal to want to interview a pastor before you are comfortable with sitting is in his church?






My sister in law is getting married in a few weeks. This weekend is the Bachelorette party and my wife and the first lady are going. I will be taking the opportunity to hang out with my friend, Pastor. Gracie always has a blast at the parsonage, puppies, teenagers, lots of room, what else could a 4 year old want?






Like I said, boring around here lately but now you have what news there is, time to go fold some boxer shorts..

Sunday, October 7, 2007

Changes happen


It has certainly been an interesting week. Some nostalgia is taking over in some respects. This edition of my daily life may be a bit difficult to follow because I will be mixing this weeks events in with some prequels and sequels from the story of Grace. So bare with me my friends and lets muddle through this together.
First lets just talk about Gracie. Yesterday was the pumpkin-fest. This is a festival held by Crosspoint Lutheran Church. It is a county wide festival that draws about 14000 people in two days. Best I can tell the membership of Crosspoint is about 100 strong or so. They put on quite the show this weekend. Gracie couldn't wait to go because she sees the prep for it while she was in pre-school. Angie works there as an aid as well. All day long Gracie talked about cotton candy, helicopters, slides and games. We got there about 2:30 or so and left at 7:00PM. Gracie "won" a hole bag full of stuffed animals, including the all telling ladybug, and suckers and toys and and and and.............. My Gracie came home all wound up, but when she crashed, she crashed hard.

Anyway, on to more difficult matters. Angie and I spent some time this weekend discussing church matters. We currently attend and belong to Hartzell UMC. When we moved to Mainville that made Hartzell about a 20 minute drive as opposed to the 20 seconds it used to be. This doesn't mean much on Sunday morning, but we were used to being at church several nights a week or choir, vegi tales, committee meetings, bible studies, etc. This introduced a difficulty for Angie.
Myself, I have a different issue. I will now need to assume if your reading this you have already read the story of Grace, if not this may not make sense to you, so go down one entry and read it first. Since God first started working on me I have always felt He was leading me towards an event. He was guiding me towards doing something for Him, something very specific. I mentioned to you that my random and scattered opportunities to preach have undergone a sever transition. The first time I wrote out a careful sermon and stood before the congregation with full text in hand and walked around reading the message. Then I progressed to an outline format where I just used notes to maintain some sense of order. The last three or five sermons I have done have been completely note free. I have this concept in my head that translates out into a message, and I go before the congregation and just start speaking. It isn't long before I feel myself let go and God takes over and His message is delivered to His people though my obedience. It is a bit awkward at first but once I got the let go part down its smooth sailing from there. The last sermon was a bit harsh and ended with a full blown alter call. This is not something that happens at Hartzell. In the 7 years I have been going there I had never heard the pastor invite people forward to accept Christ and follow Him. The alter is open for any purpose after the service is over but the alter call I was looking for, in the form I was waiting for, never came. I believe God wanted to use me to accomplish this task for somebody at Hartzell. I believe that Gods plan bore fruit that day.
This caused a change to occur. I feel that the Holy Spirit is drawing me away from Hartzell now. I have completed the mission God sent me to do and I feel He is drawing me away and towards something else. I also run into a difficulty in the flesh with this issue at the same time. I feel pushed and pulled by people to leave as well. I don't always react well to this because it causes me confusion. I need to know I am following the Holy Spirit in my choices and not listening to the flesh that may be doing the same thing. Well, this weekend I made up my mind after much debate, prayer and argument. It is time to leave Hartzell and head to Crosspoint.

Now, decision made, what happens now is the question. Every single real friend I have at the moment is at Hartzell. If I leave, what happens to those relationships? I feel like God is putting me back on an Island alone again. I have been on this Island before so I think God does this to me on purpose to prepare me for what happens next. I think God strips away my crutches and confidants and influences to get me by myself so I only have Him to lean on. This is not a comfortable way to learn, in my opinion, but if past experience is a teacher then I know things will not only be okay on the other side, they will be Glorious. Let me tell you the story of the last Island.

I had recently returned from Charlotte and had made my commitment to Christ. I was aflame with the desire at that moment. I had begun my journey of Preaching at the newly created third service and was headed towards adopting from China when I was run aground the first time. I had a group of friends that I ran with all the time that consisted of about 6 couples. We would gather at one house out on a lake just about 3 weekends a month. These people, in my mind, were my circle of friends at the time. I still had one other couple as friends who I grew up with but we had grown apart a little just because of leading different lives at the time. One of the circle of friends offered to help me with a fund raiser for the adoption process. Once this got underway I felt that this particular method of fundraising was inappropriate because it was not God centered, it was depending too much on corporations, sports teams, etc to provide the vehicle for the event. Then this person who had offered to help started pulling out on me, that was my clue that I shouldn't be seeking funding this way so I pulled out of the fundraiser all together. I choose instead to write a letter describing this event to local churches and asking their help in fundraising. This letter was not effective in raising money at all, I got zero response from churches. I did however get a response from my circle of friends. Somebody took the part about not being God centered to be a commentary about their Christianity. The short and quick result of that was we were asked to not come around any more. I had just been pruned and was now on an island alone.
The story is, by diving in to my church and learning, and preaching, and serving, I made new and better friends. Remember the old friend whom I said we had grown apart just because of circumstances? Well they started attending Hartzell as well and we have grown closer that we had been in years. They helped with our adoption journey even though they were in the middle of their own fertility crisis. There journey ended with the birth of their son some 9 months after we got back from China. (if I have the math right and I may not) I became good friends with the pastor and was at his Wedding, I got to be close with the whole pastoral family. I made new friends with people like the Lochers, the Schraedins, the Willisons, and the Bobbitts. They have become our confidants and crutches. Now, here is the question of the hour. I have been pruned away from Hartzell, am I being pruned away from them as well. At this moment in time I would have to say yes and no. I can feel a growing distance with some of them, but I think the friendships with others will survive. I find myself planted on this island again while changes are taking place but I think the solitude will again be brief. The question is once I have my new direction, who will be standing with me on the other side of this Island. What does God have planned now? Does His plan involve Crosspoint?

Here was my first clue. I spend some time in a forum called YMX. Youth ministry exchange. I have made some "online" friends in this community. One of my online friends made comment that he wished I could come to his church and tell the story of Grace. (see previous post if you have not done so yet) This friend lives in California so I don't know if I will ever get out there to tell them this story but he is more that welcome to share it himself if he were to choose to. However, another online friend has invited me to tell this story to his church in October. Is this Gods continuing plan for me? Shall I be the traveling purveyor of the story of Grace? I dont know yet, but this does remind me of one thing for sure.

Jer 29:11
"I know the plans I have for you, to prosper you and not to harm you"

I do wish God would just send me a post card with His expectations on it, but if that's lacking then I suppose I will just continue to listen, guess, and go.

YBIC

Thursday, October 4, 2007

The story of Grace




This is the story of Grace.
Let us start at the beginning. I was twenty something in 1992 and about to get married. My soon to be wife and I had decided to have a small wedding on the city square, Fountain Square in Cincinnati Ohio. We got married on Valentines day. Let me paint the picture for those of you not from around here. Fountain Square has a large Fountain in the center of it,duh, and it is very tall, with a woman at the peak with her hands spread out. In the winter the city hangs Christmas lights from her fingers to produce the effect of water while the fountain is turned off. It is a picture perfect place for a wedding. Its February, so its a bit chili outside as you might guess. We had a small group with us, and met up at the 4 star hotel across the street from the fountain. I had 3 of my good friends with me, and my folks, and my wife had a few of her kin there and a couple of her friends as well. All total we had maybe 15-20 people there who knew us. My buddy, who is a pretty large man, walked out into traffic and stopped it so we could all cross the street, it made for quite a sight as one would imagine. As we walked up to the fountain with our rent a pastor in tow, we began to gather a reasonably large crowd of onlookers. We had suddenly become a public disturbance. The city sets up an ice rink on one side of the fountain at this time of year and somebody over there noticed us, made comment of the goings on and decided to play wedding music for the skaters in our honor. The skaters, a bit confused, stopped skating and came over to the edge of the rink to watch us as well. Somebody called the local news media, who quickly dispatched a camera man to the seen of the disruption. What was to be a small gathering of the folks we loved, has now become a newsworthy event in the city. A local balloon artist is making hearts for us, as the city gathers around us to watch this budding romance turn the corner into marriage. The pastor runs through the vows, I kiss my new bride, the photographer snaps a shot, the ice rink plays the appropriate tones, the whole city says" awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww" and a new life has begun.
I will let you digest that for a moment. You might want to go get some snacks and a beer, this is going to take a while.
My new bride and I had talked about things before choosing to get married. There were a few issues that needed to be addressed. This was her second marriage and in her view, this brought some baggage. I, of course, had brought some baggage of my own. We discussed these things and believed that we loved each other and could work through anything together. The one thing, which we did discuss, that would become the largest lump of baggage latter in life was children. She told me that she couldnt have children, I said fine, I dont want any, and that was that. Turns out that wasnt that. After a few years of happy marriage, the issue of children again came to the forefront. My wife now wanted children, so we discussed the options. We went to see a doctor as the first step. I wasnt completely sold on the idea of having children at this moment, but I love my wife and was willing to enter the fray and explore what possibilities were out there. I should take a moment right here to mention something that will be important later in the story. My wife was raised baptist. I was raised being told there was a God and He had a son, but not enough of anything else to really get the picture. So, it short, my wife is a backsliden Christian at this moment and I am one of the multitudes who thinks he is a Christian, but its not. Okay, digression over, back to the tale. We find ourselves in a new home, with a job that is in jeopardy from layoffs, and looking at growing from a couple into a family, no pressure here. We decide that we will let the doctors do what they do until such time as somebody says its time for in vitro fertilization. We did the entire spectrum of drugs, timings, surgeries, etc. My wife had many many tests run, a fairly serious surgery done, and I think we did about 6 months worth of artificial insemination's before the doctors finally said it was time for the next step. After a year or so of this, our marriage is really strained. Our finances have become strained, my job is all but gone, she has stopped working and is in school headed for a different career, the credit card bills are mounting, the insurance is running out, anything resembling an intimate relationship is gone, due to the doctors, and life is spiraling out of control. We had reached to point that we had to decide if we would be okay, with it just being the two of us. She said it would, I said thats fine because I was still scared of being a parent. So, that was that and we move on to repair the damage. Of course, that wasnt that, it never is.
Time passes. Open that next beer here.
Life moves along, things change, we grow, we learn, yadda yadda yadda, the thing the thing the thing. Here is were a transformation began to take place. This issue, in its inception had nothing to do with children. Enter stage left,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, GOD............................
My wife, had decided that our happy little family of two, plus three dogs by now, was still lacking what she needed. I said, uh, okay. (we men are a little slower on the uptake sometimes) She felt that something was still missing in her life, but it was something that she did have at some point. Uh, okay, I was still clueless. One day she said, I need a church, there is one right down the street, I am going there this Sunday, come with me or stay home, your choice, I need to go. Well, okay then, have fun, see ya later in the day. We had been to a couple of churches along the way in our marriage journey and I saw no reason for this to be different, but of course it was. She went every Sunday for a while and would come home all aglow with stories of the people, the Pastor, the sermon etc etc. Over time I began to notice that this was a change in things and I felt my life begin to change as well, I could feel God pulling me toward this place. I couldnt recognize it yet because I was still a heathen of the first order, but I am very attuned to life and could feel "something" that I could not explain. So, one morning when my wife got up, I did too, got dressed in a flash and plopped down on the couch to wait for her. She walked into the living room and asked what I was doing. Going to church I recken' was my answer. Okay then, off to church we go. We sat on the back pew in amen corner with the two old lady friends she had made. Now it was confession time, the two old women of amen corner had been praying for me with my wife, that I would feel the need to come with her. That explained a lot. So, now I am at Hartzell United Methodist. Let me speed this up just a bit. I came, I got baptized, I joined the church, and I have been there ever since. One thing you may notice if your astute, I cant spell a lick, but I have yet to capitalize church. I had just joined the church, but I was still a seeker and as of yet had not really found God, but He had a plan to fix that shortly.
Is your dip running low yet? Take a break, its about to take a turn into the Holy.
I was now motivated to understand and experience church, but right now I was still, church folk. That was bout to change. One night I was watching television and turned to watch some of the TV preachers. I was hungry for more at this moment. God sent TD Jakes before me to wet my appetite even further. Jakes was doing the conference thing in North Carolina that year called Manpower. I enjoy listening to Jakes and had the thought that it would be neat to see this event in person. Thought died right there, no money, no time, etc etc etc. Then I say a gentlemen name Eddie Long. He reached through the screen and kicked me in the gut. Something changed right then, he told me that I was just playin church and I needed to understand church and then become Church. Message received, Angie, I am off to Charlotte. I had no idea what was in store or why I had to go, but I had to go and go alone. It was a men's conference to alone was easy to do. It was the most profound experience of my life, to keep this part short because I could ramble for days on this alone. I met Jesus in Charlotte on a Friday night. I invited Him to come into my life and Change me. He said, you are a new Creation, the old has passed away and you are New again. I was reborn, and I was changed and life has been a wild ride ever since. The devil should have killed me before I got to Charlotte, but he has tried several times since and failed. The devil cant get me now. My wife will tell any who ask and listen, I was different when I came back.
Now I am a member of the Church, a member of the Body of Christ. I do my service at Hartzell, but I work for the Lord. God had a plan for me and things are getting more and more interesting. First He wanted me to learn to serve. I started joining things at Hartzell, and volunteering. By the time I was through I was a trustee, an Ad council chair, Sunday school teacher, acolyte leader, Bible study leader etc etc etc. I was there. He also wanted me to learn obedience. He told me to preach, I said what? He said preach, I said who, me? You have to understand Lord, I am the kid who would faint at the idea of oral book reports in front of a class of ten and you want me to preach. Well, you dont tell God no, I have done about 15-18 sermons, the last of which was a salvation message complete with alter call invitation that brought forth fruit. I went from reading a script with my head down in attempt one, to flying without notes of any kind and carrying my Bible in one hand while I speak. God gave me just what I needed to do what He asked, but right now I am ahead of myself.
During the middle of the previous paragraph, my wife says she wants children. I told you that that wasnt that yet. I said, uh, okay. She said she was going to pray and believe in God to deliver the desires of her heart. Hey, thats scripture, count me in.
Time passes. She doesnt become pregnant.
I come to church and lay on the alter one night to pray. Its just me and God at around 7 pm. I had been here before and had been stunned by the results, that was the preaching conversations in the last paragraph. I prayed for my wife and asked Him to direct me and tell me what was His will so that I could direct our family in His will and be His servant. I told him that if he wanted me to have children, teach me about children and put them in my life and a way to have my own, if its in His will. As I ended prayer I stood and heard a little child's giggle. I looked around the sanctuary and outside but no children around. I did not know it at the time but I just heard my daughter giggle for the very first time. Trick with this is at this moment she is inside her mothers womb in the heartland of China. She knows about me and now I know about her as well. God brought many kids into my life very quickly with youth group, acolytes, Sunday school, the Pastoral family. My life was flooded with children in the next few months. Again, I am ahead of myself. I went home and some brief time later my wife brings up the children issue again, but this time I say lets look at our options, she says China, I say lets go. My wife is found of telling a story about checking the calendar on the day we began the process and it said, "and He will fulfill the desires of your heart" This was her message that we had found the path of His will. The giggle was my signpost. Its time to begin the adoption process. Previously, adoption was not even on the table because we had both seen some bad things happen first hand and were gun shy of this issue, but when God leads you in a direction, you had best follow. Angie had spent her time as Sari and I as Abram, but it was time for a new name. God said, let you be called mah mah and let you be called daddy, and so it was to be.
Get another beer here, and maybe you want to hit the bathroom as well, I have now been typing for one hour.
Oh the bureaucracy of it all. The paperwork, in triplicate. We had to deal with our agency, our state, Washington DC and Beijing. We had to deal with gathering documents, birth certificates, education classes, visa forms, immigration forms, home studies, home inspections. We had to have everything notarized, signed, certified and examined and stamped. We had to be finger printed, investigated, and medically examined. Sometime after the home study was complete and before the alien anal probe (immigration) this very long, expensive, and painful process began to become enjoyable. It was a big game at this point, can I find the money, can I get a certified copy of a birth certificate from out of state, will they let me into the attorney generals office to get a stamp on this thing I had mailed from Washington? I was having fun with the challenge because I knew the outcome. I knew the outcome because I had my scripture, "if God is for me, who can be against me" I was more than a conqueror because I knew I was in His will. Three children from church donated $300 to us, this was a nickle in the bucket by comparison to the 20 large this would end up costing, but, it was like the widow who gave her penny to the collection plate, it was nothing, yet it was everything. My best friend from high school wrote a check for 2 grand, unasked but God motivated. I believe the gifts we were given translated into many blessings for the givers as well as for us. I still pray for the families that helped us along in this journey.
Mission completion. Our paperwork was accepted in Beijing and now we had to wait. We had to get the room ready, get the stuff together and have showers etc. I think couple showers were invented by the devil, but hey, I survived.
We got a call one day, about 5 months later, that said we had a UPS package coming to us. We needed to open the package, see a picture of our daughter for the first time and send a fax back to our agency accepting the offer of this child for adoption. This package came to my wife at work. I was not there but I have heard the story many times. The UPS driver walks in and Angie rushes over to him in tears. When asked what was wrong, she told him that he was holding her baby. He asked if he could stick around for a few minutes because he had never delivered a baby before. She of course said yes. The package had a few pictures of her and all the background info they could share at the time. It wasnt much, but it was more than enough. My wife left and met me at my work so I could see our daughter for the first time. I looked at that beautiful picture and could hear that little girl giggle all over again. Time to use the fax machine and order up one trip to China.
A few weeks later we are packed with several suitcases and flying to China. We have a brief layover in San Fran on the way. We met up for a quick bite to eat with an online friend of Angie named Deneice. I probably need to apologize to Deneice for being a total scatter brained fool, but I just could not focus and did not feel well because of all the energy flowing through me at the time. I was on the way to China. I had never even thought of the possibility of China while I was growing up and I am only a long plane ride from it right now. We got on the next plane and flew into Beijing. And so the adventure begins.
We had a few days to kill in Beijing before leaving for the capital city of Hunan and the accomplishment of a dream. We toured the Forbidden City, the Great Wall, had coco at Starbucks and prayed on Tienanmen Square. We were in the middle kingdom and it felt like it. China was note just a foreign country it is another world. People are people no matter the place, but despite some similarities, this was truly a land far away. I was already in love with this place and enjoying the experience. Angie was tense and anxious to get to Changsha. One of the pictures I have online in myspace is of me and two young ladies in front of the entrance to the Forbidden City. They were there sightseeing just like us. They thought it would be cool to have there picture taken with me, the fat, bald, round eyed foreigner. I loved it. Notice the peace symbol they both are making in the picture. Yes my sisters, peace be with you, now and always.
After a brief stay in Beijing, it was time to go to Changsha. This was the most beautiful hotel I had ever seen, the Dolton. It was in the heart of an overly industrialized city. The locals had not seen the sky in years because of the thick smog and perpetual haze. We had a little bit of time to kill before the big day arrived. Gotcha day is coming soon. When we first arrived at the hotel we go up to find our rooms thirty something floors up in the smog. When we walk into the rooms, there is something new here. The rooms were ready. ready for us, and us was now three. When we walked into the room, the first thing one would notice is the crib right next to the beds. This caused many a soon to be mom to gasp. It was the last signpost at the end of the journey. It made the finality's of the journey all too real in an instant. Several of the moms cried aloud when entering the room. Not everyone was a first time mother, but he ones that were new, are all now in tears. Repeat process upon walking into bathroom and finding that baby tub. Lets try and get some rest, yeah, right.
Some time later, all of the couples gather in the lobby, luggage in hand, in preparation to go to the local government building. This is where gotcha day will take place. Our coordinator, Sabrina, checks to make sure we have everything we need. Most particularly the forms that are required as well as any gifts we may have brought. We take a 20 minute bus ride that lasts three days before getting to the run down concrete post communist structure. We offload and get into the building and go up a few floors in the elevator. Then we walk into a room that looks like a large principle's office from an inner city high school with hospital waiting room furniture and plastic chairs all around the edges. Standing along the walls on one side of the room are rows of young women holding babies. Our Gracie is over there someplace.
Before reading any further, if you have a Bible in your house, go find the book of Isiah.
This is how this works. Our coordinator has a stack of paperwork, the local coordinator has another stack, and the director of the orphanage is standing next to them. He brings forth a nanny and they tell the local the child's name, the local then hollers out the child's name while taking the child from the nanny. Our coordinator comes to find us, in case we didnt hear or recognize our child's Chinese name, said in Chinese. The local then hands the child to the mother and the cameras all go off. This is the moment of gotcha. Angie and I were standing amongst our group from CHI and waiting to hear a particular name. Finally, the Chinese voice said, YI MENG CHANG. Angie took Gracie, from the lady held her up and with tears streaming down her face and her entire body shaking she hollered at the top of her lungs, "oh, THANK YOU JESUS". This is were the book of Isiah comes in. The door posts shook and smoke filled the room as the Lord came and took rest upon His alter among us. You could feel the warmth and Love fill that room at that moment in time. Nothing negative had rest in that place, it was all driven out as the room filled with His Spirit and His Presence because His servant had called upon Him in true and honest praise. We knew that God had done this and when He was acknowledged, He came among us. Angie held Marilyn Grace YiMengChang for a while and then it was my turn. I got to hold my daughter for the first time. This room and these events are something I will never forget. The Glory of God is burned into the walls and into my mind in this moment of time. In case you think this might just be my emotions of the moment, let me provide you with one missing detail. Two days later on the 40th floor of the Dolton hotel, someone we had never met and was with a different group happened to be near by at our gotcha moment. She approached Angie to tell her that she saw our gotcha and it was a moment that she will never forget either, because of what she said at the moment and the way in which she said it. The statement was truly pure and truly praise, just like the Seraphim shouting Holy Holy Holy in the temple.
From this moment on our lives had changed and many more adventures in and out of China were yet in store for us. We now had to learn what it means to be parents. This part of the adventure will be continually chronicaled here in myspace as the journey continues. We left China some time later after spending many days in Guanzhou. We had another layover in LA and met two more of Angies friends Katie and Dirk who took us to IN and OUT for burgers. Finally, we arrived to our gathering of friends back in Cincinnati. We had a gathering of around 12 or so that met us at the airport terminal. One thing that was a bit forboding of things to come was the sad fact that not one blood relative was there. This was sad because Angie's dad had lung surgery while we were gone. He didnt make it. We went to breakfast with our friends and then headed for home. We took a brief rest in our own bed and put Gracie down in her new home. We then went to church, by ourselves. We had something to do that needed done now. We layed Gracie on the alter and promised her back to the Lord from wence she came. God gave her to us and we shall raise her in His house and return her to Him. After this we needed to go to the hospital because time was short. James died the next day. Most of Gracies new family met her at a funeral. This was sad.
Grace is now four years old and a complete bundle of energy and joy to all who cross her path. She is a magnet for strangers and a minister of the first order. She can capture the heart of the most hardened spirit. It is impossible to remain depressed or sad in her glow. When I look into her eyes I understand the scripture of Jacob at Peniel. For when I look into her eyes I see the face of God looking back at me. When I say that I have looked upon the face of God and been spared, this is what I mean. Through God and through Grace I have been changed.
This is the ongoing story of Grace. This is also my witness.




Blessed be you.




YBIC

party

Well the party for Gracie's 4th birthday was saturday night.. A couple of notes about the event. 4 Lochers, 4 Gregorys,3 Tudors, 4 DiMallaitas,3 (neighbors other side cant recall last name, sorry)1 Schraden,2 Wilsons, 3 Berlings,and the 3 of us. Okay, lets do the math, 24 people, 13 kids, 11 adults, we where outnumbered and still survived.
Gracie got a bunch of stuff to play with, puzzles, play dishes, dolls, make up set etc. So daddy got to play with Gracie tonight. I had 47 cups of tea, blueberry, strawberry, lemon, and pineapple tea. I got to eat 17 hot dogs, with mustard, 12 ice cream cones, pineapple and strawberry of course. I got to feed the dollies their tea, grapes, chicken legs, and pears. Oh, I also got to eat 9 cans of corn and a package of taco shells. I think I am full now.
Then it was time for make up. I got to put the Barrett's in her hair and help with the watch and other bling blings. I got to wear one of the earrings as well. Somebody, who shall remain nameless but I think it might rhyme with Amy, bought Gracie the makeup set. In the makeup set is some play lip gloss, safe so far, some jewelry type stuff, okay still I think, but there was also a little tube of goo that acts like a lotion, but is full of little sparkles. Gracie has sparkly arms, sparkly legs, sparkly fingers, and a bit of sparkly head. I had a blast, mom, not so much. Sorry mom. Amy, remember this phrase, wanant me, didnt do it, uh-uh, wanant me. Deny, deny, deny. (just to be clear, just in case the humor gets lost in the typing, its really all good)
Football is on televisions right now, has been all day. I like watching football. But to be honest, if I can lay in the floor and drink tea with my Gracie, its okay to miss football,

all day.

Four

Grace is four today. Yeah............

We went out to dinner tonight to celebrate. She wanted to go to Red Robin. Dinner was mostly uneventful except for the fact that it was her birthday. She felt the need to tell the waitress it was her birthday, the lady who brought the food and just about anybody else who stood still too long. They bought her an Ice Cream Sunday and sang Happy Birthday, the Red Robin version of course. When they were done and ready to walk away, she of course informed them that they were singing it wrong, it goes like this. Oh my. She then decided to eat the cherry on top first. She doesnt like cherries, thus I need to fish it out of her mouth for her because she cant seem to spit it out (its all stuck up in her teeth) Nasty. She then digs into the ice cream and is on a sugar high the rest of the night.
My boss had his surgery today, they put in a stint and as far as I know everything went according to plan. He should be home from Cleveland later in the week. I might get a few days off this year yet.
I posted a couple of more pictures of the girls of Hunan. For those who dont know, 10 families adopted from Hunan together. We made the whole trip from Beijing, to Changsha, to Guangzhou together. In the White Swan Hotel at the end of this journey it is a tradition to put all the girls together on a red couch in the lobby to take a picture of the whole group. I posted one of these pictures, its bad because at that age and in that circumstance, not much interest in setting still. I also posted picture from this past Chinese New Years. Several of the families gather in St. Louis for the weekend to stay connected to each other. We take an updated red couch picture every year with whom ever can make it. My how they have grown. We joke about how we will be trying to fit them all on the couch when they are in there teens. I think it would be a cool thing for them all to stay in touch and do a red couch picture of their kids to present to their grandparents. But thats 20 some odd years off, and who knows if I or they will even still be breathing that long from now. I dont mean to sound depressed or negative, but life is hard right now and I am sore, tired and not of good mind.
Sometime when I get bored I will have to post the whole China/Grace/God story on here. I say when I get bored because it will be an obnoxiously long post.

Yawn

Not much to report today. I just wanted to close out the week with a few updates.
Momma came home yesterday, she is now sleeping in her own home in her own bed. She was able to finish her re-hab up in a week and was discharged yesterday morning. Their puppy was a little grumpy with her when she got home but all is well now. She actually feels better than she has in a long while and are planning to come over next weekend for Gracie's birthday party. Things should be grand.
I have added a few more pictures on the myspace profile section this weekend and will most likely add some more in a week or so.

My wife (blink, blink) told me something disturbing this evening. There are rumors that the KKK might be having a rally in our small town. If this is the case, they will have at least one protester to contend with. I will make a few inquires if this turns out to be real and not just rumors to see if anybody would like to join me. I am not sure what to do just yet, but I am thinking along the lines of the "oval preachers" (this is a phenomenon at THE Ohio State University in which preachers of Gods word will take a milk crate or something and stand on it in the middle of campus, called the Oval, and preach to all who walk by. Crowds develop around the ones that were any good, Christians and hecklers alike, but that was the point after all) I am thinking that as a protester of their beliefs, taking the purely christian approach would be the best way to be effective, preach the Word to them as they walk by and asking them to repent of their sins, leave behind this life of hate and embrace the God that is love. This will most likely be my tact if this is to occur. I have a feeling its just the rumor mill working overtime but time will tell. Another option is to take a big sign that says "the end is near" but I think thats just a little less than tactful.
Oh, the ladybug. Nobody but me ever found the ladybug. blink blink looked for it but couldnt find it when she got home, I wonder what that means.
I took Gracie to Skyline for dinner tonight and let blink blink have a little more time to herself. Gracie was her usual attention hog. The waitress knew her name when she walked in, Gracie picked our seat, picked up her menu to read it, (no she cant read) and when the waitress asked for her order she said."hot doggie with cheeeeeese, oh, and pink lemonade pleeeeeeeeeease....can can can canni can I have a popcicle too/" Grinning ear to ear. After we ate, she paid, of course.

Lady bugs



Okay, So my wife (blink.. blink) Angie is out at a pampered chef party with some of the girls so its daddy's night with Gracie. I love daddy's nights. We have illegal amounts of fun, I am as obnoxious as she is when we get to go out alone and mess around. We went to dinner at her favorite spot, a Chinese buffet call Fusion. I let her pick what she wants to eat and I let her pay. After we are done eating she picks up the card to pay and gets frustrated that the waitress wont pay attention to her (she's 4) After the lady passed her by twice Gracie is getting a bit loud and wants to get down and go after her to get her attention. I tell her no. and ask her to just speak to her next time she is near by. The next time she comes down the aisle, Gracie stands up in her seat sticks the card up in the air and hollers 'ni hao'. I thought the lady was gonna kiss her. She came over, gave her a careful hug, took the card and was smiling all the time. Anybody else in earshot was laughing their butts off, but hey.
Anyway, next stop, shopping. If we go out, we must go shop. I bought her something just so we could go shopping. A habit I will hate later in life I am sure.
Angie and I have gotten ourselves on an adoption list that might someday produce a sister for Gracie. No guarantees. I have kind of half heartedly signed on to this because it will strain the family unit quite a bit, but I want what is best for Grace. I keep fence hopping on what that is, a sibling, or our entire resource pool set aside for her. Tough decision for me, but I went for the list with the idea that we should let God decide. He knows best and He is good.
After we got home I sent Grace upstairs to change, we cuddled on the couch for a while, and then the cute little sleepy princess decided to go to bed. After she went to sleep I came upstairs to check in on her and run through the shower real quick. Once arriving at the top of the stairs, I found 4 Bo logs in the doorway to the spare room. Dang it Bo. I then walk into Gracie's bathroom to retrieve some toilet paper and open the lid to her toilet. I proceed to pick up the still a bit warm Bo logs and head hastily back to the bathroom. After depositing Bo's gift of attitude and flushing I just happen to look straight ahead into a blank white wall. I just happen to notice a spot on this blank white wall just at eye level. I just happen to stare at this spot long enough to focus on it because it does not belong there.
One small, red spotted beetle.
One little itty bitty bug on the wall.
One little Lady bug.
Oh $%!^, its a lady bug.
Its just happy as can be, hangin out, making dang sure I saw it.
I saw it, dang it.
Guess I better start saving up my pennies now. Might want to paint that other room something a bit more girly. I dont know if I am ready for this or not, but I guess if God is gonna bring me to it, He has a plan to get me through it. It would be my opinion He just made His intensions clear.
(if you got lost by the ladybug, go to any China adoption website and it will become clear. Ladybugs and Red threads are Chinese adoption folklore. Ladybugs are the bringers of news concerning adoptions and the red thread is a legend concerning destiny, or Gods plan)

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