Do You Hear Me?

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.

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