I have been considering a resurrection of the blog because, once again, I sense the Dreamgiver is on the move. I know in my 6 month silence I have lost any faithful followers I may have had. But I trust you will find me again, or, if not, that I at least will benefit from the time spent here. Writing is good for my soul. It helps me sift through facts and feelings and settle on truth. It is a tangible way to document the Lord’s goodness in my life, and once on paper, it is irrevocable and anchors deep within me. So I will write for my edification and His pleasure. But if you are here with me as well, WELCOME!
6 Months Home with Rosalie Faith
Who is this girl? She is certainly not the same 12 pound baby I last shared with you. We have spent the past 6 months learning about her, taking her to many, many appointments, helping her recover from surgery, falling in love with her, teaching her new things, and watching her fully become a part of our family. There have been discouragements, but many more victories, which I can only attribute to the power of prayer. I am so thankful for the way God has brought us through each and every step and challenge with her. She is still a wee thing (after 6 months, she’s finally outgrowing her 3-6 month clothes – yay!), but proportionate and healthy. I’ll never forget the day I held her on my lap in church and teared up because she had little rolls on her arms. Of course, now there is no holding her in chuch because she is much too loud and active. She is crawling and getting into drawers and cupboards. We have overcome huge hurdles related to her mouth and she is now putting everything in there (including food – Thank you, God!). I never thought I’d be relieved to have to worry about Legos on the floor, but I am!
Are you wondering how we’ve bonded? Is she attached to me? YES, VERY! It has been a beautiful thing to experience going from being just another set of friendly arms that she would gladly go to (but she would go to anyone) to being the ONE and ONLY Mama.
They adore her! I still have to referee fights daily over who gets to play with her and Britton often says, “I’m glad Rosalie is my sister,” and just today he said, “When I was playing with Rosie just now, she really felt like my sister.” His comment reminds me what a process this whole experience has been and that there is no shame in that. Some things cannot be rushed and that is okay. My children have been more intuitively at peace with that than I. It has been humbling to witness them, at times when my patience is failing, show more grace and love than I feel capable of giving in the moment. “And a little child shall lead them…” has become a familiar refrain in my life.
Rosalie has journeyed long and hard in her first 17 months. This little girl is a fighter, but mostly she is a lover, and that amazes me. I am praying her path becomes smooth and straight, but at least now, whatever comes, she will never journey alone.