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Do You Hear Me?

Friday, February 7th, 2014

Jhn 10:27

My sheep hear my voice, and I know them, and they follow me

Jesus knows and calls his sheep by name

Jesus knows and calls his sheep by name.

Darren and I tell the kids sometimes that they’re our little sheep, actually we haven’t in a while. I’ve more been telling them that they are a team and need to stay together. Never the less, the principle applies. Jesus tells us in scripture that he knows us, and that doesn’t mean he knows us based on the aliases our Earth families gave us. Our Father in Heaven knows us much more personally than that and when in a past post I have talked confidentiality I can think in this realm. Just because I don’t want them to be embarrassed by me I should not limit myself from writing about them; they are more than their name.

In one of my past posts I wrote about calling out my children’s names a number of times, whether I be gathering them to myself; or what I am ashamed to admit is a repeating the request for a task more than twice before I come into the situation to follow through with consequences or whatnot.

thZ9GUT2U8This blog is no longer a child photo journal for a doting mother, as I wish it were. There is a neatened look, my sidebar has been converted into a drop down menu creating a clean text focused look which will draw any visitors attention to my message. I love it and actually spent hours today straightening the lines when really I had access and opportunity to straightening the lines in my physical housework. This is what I needed to do this afternoon, clear my writing mind.

I’d love to have a simple journal in which I talk about my clogged vacuum, or how I learned to darn socks. Oh wait, I don’t repair socks, I throw them away. And I don’t spend extensive amounts of time researching how to unclog my $700 vacuum; I check out the obvious places where the problem may be then write a note to remind myself to have someone else check it out. I might write down the name of whomever ought to look at it.
Interestingly, I don’t consider myself a bad mom or wife for not involving my attention 100% in this. And that because I know someone else who can do what I could not, their name and how to contact them is of concern to me.

This might not seem like such a big thing, but I’m getting there.

What's your name?

What’s your name?

In that fast track bio drop down, would you think it strange if it said Rickie: My Right Hand Man, Cath: Second in line & Self Proclaimed Winner, Willy: 2nd Son and Mommy’s Cuddle Bug, A.J: The House Princess.

Yes, I already wrote about this. If you haven’t read that, click here. It was a satisfying write. When I asked people what they thought the answer wasn’t fulfilling as I resonated on it. “The writing is yours, put it as you like.” That’s always been what I have done. But since the blog entry about my oldest’s learning troubles I really haven’t written again about the children.

Actually, I’m overflowing with talk about children but getting heavy flack for it at home. The joy in writing about my own kids has gone with fear of invading their future privacy.

I love my kids names and want to protect their confidentiality. I don’t want my oldest daghter’s identity to be in jeopardy just for the sake of me having to use that name in a cute story in 2014. I’ve decided that I don’t need her name to show up in bing.com searches. I’ll change my ways from here.

cira 2012

cira 2012


Cath is Carly Annalise Taryn
Willie is Koen William
A.J is Abegayle Joy
Deeds (he can keep his nickname)

Confusing for you who know us?

Go to the Intro page, recognize our faces and figure it out. A little start, to celebrate A.J. turning 2 this month: left to right with Auntie Lydia —A.J, Cath, Deeds, and Willie.

I have always wanted to learn how to darn socks.

The Reece’s Rainbow children’s names are all aliases and this does not stop any of us from loving them as we do across the ocean as is the circumstance.

These children are known by other names in their orphanages, and will receive another once they are home; that does not change who they are. This is an amazing fact! Our names do not make us who we are, it’s our soul and their God.

Amazingly Awesome!

Monday, January 20th, 2014

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Abegayle and Carly!!! You have my permission to be the next Katie Davis. This Tennessee prom queen is 22 and changing the world with an organization that she has founded in Uganda called Amazima which spreads the Gospel of salvation, and provides food and education to local children and families through employing people from the communities to join together to bettering the community. I only just found out about this and am eager to learn more. Adoptive mom of 14 kids at the age of 22? Yowzer!

What started out as a ten month mission trip to Uganda teaching Kindergarten after high school continued into a lifetime commitment. We’ll be reading “Kisses From Katie” soon! There so many images and incredible stories and news video clips about Katie Davis spread all over the Internet. This is without a doubt the hand of GOD working through this young woman as she really is living her dream to be the next Mother Theresa.


Here’s another news clip: In Uganda, American Becomes Foster Mom To 13 Girls, it’s 3 years old. I’ll let you learn more about her on your own, all I have to say is that this is an incredible young woman and I’m looking forward to watching to see her organization grown. What amazing work! Thank you, GOD, for people like Katie Davis and those who come along side her to coordinate such an incredible work in Your name. Amen.

I looked, I listened

Thursday, January 16th, 2014

Here’s a video clip from today. When I search back through photos my kids love the video clips best of all, so while those do take up more space to save I will capture some here and there. Here is Abegayle and Koen.

Today was a quiet day full of everything average that makes up motherhood for me. Coffee in the morning, a scan of what I need to do today by way of a glance through the house. Waking the kids up, dressing them and getting them outside. Then I remembered to give them pink slips so that they could be picked up after school by Darren rather than riding the bus home.

12:30 I took Koen to preschool and filled my afternoon with housework, mainly laundry. Yesterday I ran a piece of paper through the dark load and got lovely little flecks over everything. Yes. So got to pick all that off and run the load through on cold. These are the things that I conjest my day with, or at the end find that I missed at the end and feel like a failure for having skipped. Abegayle slept quite a bit today and when she was awake wanted to watch Peep and the Big Wide Word. Fabulous show, probably my favorite that the kids have loved over the years.

Here are my photos and videos for Thursday, January 16th. It’s 6:34 and I am yet looking forward to hearing how Diederick’s neurologist appointment went. I wanted to video blog about Carly school progress, but I lost the light and just didn’t like how the video turned out. It’s tough to be my own camera man.

(huge photo…sorry about that.)
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Here’s a good blog post about why living a day that is completely average is OK. Click here and feel fine about yourself if the biggest thing that you did is pull lint off a load of darks: Why Being A Mom is Enough

Today my verse is 1 Corinthians 7:23″…And the unmarried woman or girl is anxious about the affairs of the Lord, how to be holy in body and spirit; but the married woman is anxious about worldly affairs, how to please her husband.” Does that mean I get to cut back on the time I spend with the Lord? A Mary rather than a Martha as in the story of Luke 10. Every minute of every day is a gift, an opportunity to serve Jesus whatever the current calling. Maybe this means that living the calling is what is pleasing in the sight of the one true Judge.

At any rate. I have tomorrow.

Seeking opinions: As I write, how do I respect my child as an adult? I mean, yesterday’s post might be pretty darn embarrassing when my oldest is 16 or what not. How do I go back and change my eight years of writing to respect him as a 28 year old? This is his living baby book!

When she first came home

Wednesday, May 2nd, 2012

We were given two photo albums by Darren’s co-workers and one of those Your Baby by the Month books that’s like a calander with cool little stickies (thanks, GrammaMomma!).

As I take pictures of my new little girl I try to make mental sticky notes on “This one’s a save” or “That one is a sure print out! I’ll never forget that one!” But before I know it they’re off the camera, never finding their way to that printing station at the drug store, much less into a photo frame on the wall. Someone want to help me with that project? It’s not for lack of caring, just for my ever present weakness–low attention span. It’ll happen, the particular favorites will get collected onto a CD and I’ll get them printed out.
Before that, I’ll clean the house, do the laundry, pick it all up again, vacuum over there again, clean this, sweep that up.
Then, I’ll stand up to admire that calendar, only to realize that I never peeled one cute little sticky off to track my baby’s milestones.
Why? Because I was too busy cleaning up after the milestones.

OK. Enough on that. Here are some sweet snaps, it’s my kids.
Diederick, Carly, Koen and Abegayle. Abbie’s nearly one month old in these pictures. You know who else is there? Someone in their hearts who gives them that love you see in their eyes.
I think that’s God’s love. These kids would give anything for each other. It’s magnificent to see them together, and just to be a part of it all.

Even if I’m in my pajamas all day.

Every day I take pictures of the four sitting together, I guess because I’m still waking up to this! God’s given me four kids. And you know what? They’re OK with it. They have a wonderful way of pointing things out, and overlooking other details that I’ve always considered embarrassing.

All in all, hopefully I’m a better person for whatever tricks they’re playing on me. Thanks, God, for giving me these babies!

Faith in Things Unseen

Tuesday, January 10th, 2012

Me: “When do you think Abegayle’s going to come, Car?”

Carly: “I don’t know, Mommy. But I’ll ask God.
God, when is my Baby Sister going to come to Mommy?”
C (in deeper voice): “In four weeks, Dear One.”

Then to me, Carly said, “Mommy, God says you have to wait for a while.”
I asked her if she talks to God a lot like that and she replied that, “Yes, because He fixed me.”

The faith that a 3-year-old can have in things unseen, while adults struggle to find that something deeper and bigger than themselves. Carly just accepts and believes in a way that fascinates me.

And when was it that I told her there were four weeks left on her sisters gestation? Anyway, she’s right. I do (Lord willing) have a while to wait yet for that second daughter.

But, in case Abe’s early–the bags are packed, and I’m a ready to go. Right now Darren and I are just asking for a healthy baby and a safe delivery like the others. Carly says she has faith in God because he’s taken care of her–I have faith too, he does care for his dear ones.