It's coming...

That thing that I always heard from others... "Before you know it he'll be starting kindergarten!"... it's here. We have meet the teacher on Thursday and there's just no way that can be right. 

I thought having all these other kids in the house would help with this big, new transition for me. And I guess it has a little because I don't really have much spare time to think about it. But in the still and quiet of nap time here I sit crying and trying to wrap my head around it. 

He's got his school supplies. He's got his backpack and lunch box. He's got his new school clothes and his first day of school shirt that he picked out himself. He's ready. But I'm not so sure. 

I come from a family of criers. When one starts we all start (we're sympathy criers!) and it does not take much to get us going. At this point I'm just praying I make it out to the car before it comes! I'm not typically a sappy person, but I barely made it through meet the teacher last year for PRESCHOOL! My goodness woman pull yourself together! Like I couldn't even speak to his teacher because the tears were already welling up. 

This means he's not my little baby anymore. 

He's grown out of needing me for a lot of things. 

And it's so fun to see the gifts that the Lord has placed in him!

 But I'm going to miss my Lukey. And I'm going to miss his little kid-ness. And I'm not ready for him to go to college!! (Insert crying hysterically emoticon!) 

Oh my sweet Lukey-pookey. The Lord gave me my heart's desire through you. I love being your mommy. I love watching you accept whatever foster child comes into our home as your own brother or sister. I love seeing the Lord's compassion and love in you and it makes my heart burst when I see you extend that to others. You defend others in need (so much so that we have to remind you we're the authority!). You make us smile and laugh all the time. I can not wait to see what big plans the Lord has in store for you.  I know you're a bit worried about this new big school and a new teacher and new classmates. And that's why I'm praying this verse over you as begin this new journey... "Be on your guard; stand firm in the faith; be courageous; be strong. Do everything in love." I pray that you always know Who stands beside you and goes before you no matter where you go or what you face. I love you Bubba.

We're a family of seven. SEVEN. Part 2

For Part 1 click here

Jonathan got to the apartments and when the door was opened R ran past her mom straight to Jonathan so excited to see him. He hugged her then put her down and told her to say hi to her mom. He took a trash bag of dirty clothes for her then headed out. He had given mom an opportunity to spend more time with R over a meal at McDonalds and she turned him down. He got R home and the first thing out of her mouth when she walked inside was “Will you read me a Bible story?” 

I want to pause here and point out one of the many places the Lord had prepared a way for us during this week. Their mom had been sick a week before we found out she was using. There was one day when she couldn’t get the kids from daycare so she added me to the list of approved people to pick them up. I walked into the daycare that day and began the process of picking up the kids with no problem. Z was excited to see me and so was baby sister. I gathered their stuff then headed home. I left a message with CPS to let them know what was going on and that all the kids were safe at our home. 

Amanda brought our boys over and we observed what our crazy life was about to look like. All three kids were officially placed with us Thursday, July 24th, Z’s 2nd birthday. We had run to the store to grab some cupcakes and stuck a “2” candle on top. We sang to him and took a few pictures. What a birthday memory...

I have to be honest, I don’t want you to think we’re some sort of saints who just swept in to save all the babies. I stepped in to save the babies and then thought “well crap...now what??” I wanted them safe, but I didn’t necessarily want their “safe” to be back with me. I was angry with the Lord. I was especially upset with Him when I had to open the tub of little boy and baby clothes. The same clothes that our Round 2 boys had worn when they were with us were laying right on top. I yelled at God, “Really?!?! I wasn’t ready to open this tub yet!” I pulled out what I needed for Z and baby sister and started throwing the rest back in as hard as I could. 

Then that Friday we left for a week long trip that had been scheduled for months. We were a bit cramped...

It was so great to have the extra hands as we processed all of this. R opened up to my future brother in law, Dyllon. She told him, “God saved me by bringing me to Katy and J’s house. And I don’t have bad dreams anymore.” That was the Lord’s voice speaking to me through a 3-year old. That melted the anger and made me aware of the spiritual battle that we were in the middle of. So again we pray over these kids because their lives depend on it. Again we share the gospel and become the hands and feet of Christ. Again we have to fall at the foot of the throne to be filled every moment. 

He continues to give us more than we can handle. He throws things our way that are impossible for us to do in our own strength. We have to rely purely on Him or we’ll never make it. When we began this journey we signed up for ONE baby. We got TWO not babies (R and Z). Then after we had gotten comfortable with 4 kids we got four again but Little Mister had the most extreme adjustment I had ever seen, requiring much energy from both Jonathan and I, and an infant who needed to be fed every 3 hours. And now, because getting two familiar kids wouldn’t challenge us enough He added their baby sister for a total of SEVEN (maxing out our suburban!). 

We’re not sure what this is going to look like for us. We have an existing relationship with the bio mom which is strained now from broken trust and CPS being in the middle. It’s past R and Z’s year mark of their initial removal requiring an extension. It’s also baby sister’s initial removal so her timeline doesn’t necessarily line up with theirs. It’s a lot of paper work and being told what to do again. 

We don't know if mom will get them back or not. We don't know what visits look like yet. We don't know much of anything. BUT we continue to place our hope in Jesus because we’ll sink if we don’t. He is the Author and Perfecter. He knew this was all going to happen and He knows what is to come. And that right there is the biggest relief to a foster parent. 

Already so many people have stepped in and given us clothes and hair accessories, provided fun entertainment for them and set up meals for us. We are blown away by the outpouring of the body of Christ. It is truly humbling and amazing. Thank you all for your help, prayers and support as we start down this familiar road. 

We're a Family of Seven. SEVEN. Part 1

Our world was turned upside down about two weeks ago. The Mitchells are now a family of SEVEN. You have to know that this was not on our radar at all. If you’ll remember from my last post we were going to take a break...It’s funny how the Lord works! 

We have stayed in touch with Round 1’s mom since they returned in April. We would meet up for dinner or lunch or hang out and all play together. We enjoyed still being able to be a part in R and Z’s life. We have walked through several struggles with their mom and have helped where we could. 

I’ve known their mom for almost a year now. I’ve celebrated some momentous victories and been there to pray with her when she was down in the valley. Trying to take every opportunity to share the gospel and God’s grace with her. About a week ago I knew something was going on that she wasn’t letting me in on. We had had an interaction about a week ago that just didn’t sit right with me. I told Jonathan my concern and he said “maybe she is bipolar” and for whatever reason I replied with “what if she’s using?”

The story began to unfold days later. She had been using and as a result was kicked out of the shelter where she and the kids were living and lost her job. She tip toed around it and we had to basically pull it out of her. Jonathan stopped by where she lived to check on her (she wasn’t returning my calls or texts) and she admitted everything to him. He asked where the kids were and she said day care. When Jonathan sat down to talk to mom she told him that Z and baby sister were at day care but R was somewhere else.

That somewhere else was the meth house where all the distributing and transactions take place. I was on the phone with him at this point when we found out where she was. Hand of the Lord moment, it was the best thing in the world that Jonathan was there having that conversation with mom and not me. When I heard where R was I saw red. I have never been that angry in my life. It took a toll on me physically. My arms started shaking and my hands were going numb. Mom tried to talk Jonathan into letting her have one more night with R before CPS took her away and Jonathan calmly said, “I think that choice has already been made. She can’t stay there.” He followed mom over there to pick R up. 

As he was getting prayed up to be prepared for whatever was ahead of him...I went in to a frenzy trying to leave the house to pick up the other two kids at daycare. I called my mom sobbing trying to explain things. She told me I needed to call CPS and let them know what was happening so no one thought we were trying to snatch these kids. She also told me, “You have got to calm down or CPS won’t give you these kids either!” Ha! So true! My boys were napping, I’m sure I scared the life out of them, and I ran into their room yelling, “Get up! Get up! Put your shoes on! We’ve got to go!” While they were stumbling around in their groggy slumber I called my neighbor to borrow a car seat. She brought it over as I was trying to move car seats around in our car. Seeing me in my frantic state she said, “Do you want me to just keep the boys?” Yes! What a great idea! We have a great support group!! Have I said that before?! I can’t say it enough! 

I headed toward the day care and called my sister in law. I was a wreck. I could not stop crying but finally got out what was happening with Jonathan and where I was headed. I was able to calm down and she began to pray for Jonathan’s safety. 

Read Part 2 here.