6.11.2014

today is a special day....

It's our anniversary today. Our 9th anniversary. This is the last year of David's residency- a year full of promise and excitement. 

But before we look too far forward let's look back....


Nine years ago I married a teacher. He was an amazing teacher- full of patience, wisdom, and he made sure to enjoy the kids a lot! 

Right before we married he decided he wanted to become a doctor... and he has taken us on a wild adventure...
 
In Tucson we used to sit on our roof and watch the sunset. We'd climb up the ladder with drinks in hand and just sit for hours. 

After not much time of just the two of us we thought we'd take in some foster children... so we did... and our lives were changed drastically- my naivety collided into a reality of pain... the pain of knowing their stories- the pain of ever having loved such beautiful children... And all the while- David was an amazing father figure- showing his patience, kindness, and love. 


the great move...

this picture was taken in the summer of 2007- about 5 weeks before we moved to Michigan. We had recently dropped off H to live with her new foster family and were days from flying to Spain for 3 weeks. Though we're smiling, it was a very difficult season. 


My beloved country- Spain! what I'd give to be able to go there more frequently. We had the best time- we stayed in dingy hostels, ate off the streets, saw the most beautiful architecture in the world, my feet were dirty for weeks from the walking in flip flops- you'll never catch me traveling in sneakers. :) I'll never forget this trip. 


And then there were children...
Bentley John 

Clayton Matthew

Lillian Elizabeth 
(I learned by number 3 to ditch the terrible hospital gown. :) 


I think we've lived with others more than we've lived alone.... 




Micah, Scott, Kristen, Chris, and Leigh - combined living together for 4.5 years
plus a year with Steven
a year with Nate 
and 1.5 years with Karla and the boys

our time in Africa 











We've traveled all over the United States,
 been to at least 7 countries,
 lived in 6 houses, 
rescued countless animals, 
and been among some of the most loving people one could ever hope for. 
As we go into our 10th year I hope for more laughs, more love, and more peace than ever. 

Happy Anniversary my Love. 


6.09.2014

#reallife


My friend joy and I have an ongoing hashtag of #reallife/ meaning we show our families in photos at their worst on social media and then remind ourselves that our lives are not picture perfect. Someone put this on her Facebook yesterday (I think she took it down right away actually)- but I snagged a shot with my phone when I saw it. I totally have the same sentiment... Anyway I think it's self
Explanatory and I think it may cause a reaction among some- but bring on the conversation - I always welcome it. Well mostly always ;) I also find it to fit my #reallife group because there are lots of mega churches and it is real life - but i'd like to see it change ;) 



6.04.2014

A friend of mine and I got into a discussion about my previous post. I find it hard to have such deep conversations in such a short period of time (I know she agrees and is similar). I often must begin a conversation- take in the basic idea, then focus on how I feel about the topic.

To clarify- this is not a me vs. her. Neither one of us are totally saying: you are wrong. It's a discussion- a discussion I want to add some more thought to here.

Her points were:
- How can you appreciate God's love and grace if you don't recognize your sin?
- She mentioned Bonhoeffer and his idea of cheap grace- I grabbed a quote online that I think demonstrates what she was saying:
Cheap grace is the grace we bestow on ourselves. Cheap grace is the preaching of forgiveness without requiring repentance, baptism without church discipline, Communion without confession...Cheap grace is grace without discipleship, grace without the cross, grace without Jesus Christ, living and incarnate.” 
― Dietrich Bonhoeffer

I mentioned: 
-  At dawn he appeared again in the temple courts, where all the people gathered around him, and he sat down to teach them. 3 The teachers of the law and the Pharisees brought in a woman caught in adultery. They made her stand before the group 4 and said to Jesus, “Teacher, this woman was caught in the act of adultery. 5 In the Law Moses commanded us to stone such women. Now what do you say?” 6 They were using this question as a trap, in order to have a basis for accusing him.
But Jesus bent down and started to write on the ground with his finger. 7 When they kept on questioning him, he straightened up and said to them, “Let any one of you who is without sin be the first to throw a stone at her.”8 Again he stooped down and wrote on the ground.
9 At this, those who heard began to go away one at a time, the older ones first, until only Jesus was left, with the woman still standing there. 10 Jesus straightened up and asked her, “Woman, where are they? Has no one condemned you?”
11 “No one, sir,” she said.
“Then neither do I condemn you,” Jesus declared. “Go now and leave your life of sin.”

- I know I mentioned more- but I think I'll stick with this for a minute.... 

So there's this idea of condemnation- we are not to condemn one other. 

con·dem·na·tion
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noun
  1. 1.
    the expression of very strong disapproval; censure.
    "there was strong international condemnation of the attack"
    synonyms:censure, criticism, strictures, denunciation, vilification; More
  2. 2.
    the action of condemning someone to a punishment; sentencing.




    It seems that Jesus did recognize her sin- and declared to her to leave her life of sin. However, he did not condemn her. 



    So before I began looking up words and even fully reading the scripture I summarized during our time, but have since read... I began to think about how I decided to become a Christian. My decision to believe was because I needed a God who loved me. At the particular time in my life I was very alone and very sad. And I knew there had to more to life. And the speaker at a thing my dear HS friend made me attend :) talked about a God who loved- a God who doesn't desert you- even when you fail, or when others fail. And it was this God of love that made me decide to explore more. 

    There was also a time when I was in Cuba and I saw communism and poverty and pain. I've seen poverty and suffering in one of the poorest and most dangerous countries in Africa... And so I decided this God of love didn't exist. How can a God of love allow such pain and suffering? 

    And it has taken me years of searching and reading and asking and praying- and I don't have answers... I have ideas and thoughts- and sometimes I think I have answers, but I am not sure that I do. But yet even with my questions and my doubts, i still come back to believing. 
    It's how we are as a church and we look at and treat others that I struggle with. 


    more to come, I'm sure.... 


6.03.2014

New friends



I met a girl who lives on the 16th floor of our building with her daughter and husband. Her husband is studying to be a dentist. They're both from Cuba. So now I have someone to speak Spanish with! Aye como me pone el corazón lleno y contento! I can't wait to do more with them;) 

6.01.2014

learning to forgive myself and other thoughts from the weekend...

Bentley and I had such a wonderful time up at SpringHill. For more information you can look at their website here and to learn more about the special needs inclusion program watch this video . I mentioned earlier that Bentley and I helped with the special needs counselor training, but then yesterday I was able to be interviewed during the Embrace workshop. The overall mission and desire of SpringHill is to love and embrace all kids- no matter where they're from, if they have special needs, and no matter their nationality or socioeconomic situation.

I always had this opinion that SpringHill was over the top-costs a lot of money- big corporate blah blah... just seemed a like not my style. We do know a lot of previous spring hill counselors for some reason... And as I was talking to the special needs counselors it really hit me... Scott, Kristen, Chris, Leigh, Nate,  (all of whom we have lived with at some point) were SpringHill counselors- Then there's a whole additional list of friends we have close relationships with Sarah and Ryan from church, Josh Shoemaker (lived with his brothers), and April were also counselors... It dawned on me that when Bentley was born many of those people were first in line at the hospital to wrap their arms around my son and welcome him into the world- and much of the credit should be awarded to the spring hill special needs inclusion program that allowed them to work with kids with special needs. Naomi spent much of her time yesterday talking about the importance of embracing all people- embracing meaning an action- asking to carry someone's bag, opening a door, starting a conversation- doing something to make others feel welcomed and embraced. When I think about my friends who have been counselors at Springhill I can't help but think about these qualities she wants to instill in her counselors and that my friends also possess these qualities. What a beautiful thing to teach college age students to love and embrace the world- to spend their summers embracing kids.

So the session interview between Naomi and I went well overall, but I do have some major regrets in things I didn't say and I can't seem to let it go... So we talked about the word embrace- which I defined to mean- wrapping your heart, soul, and mind around something- whether it's an idea or a person. To really love people- as they are.
We talked about my vision for my family- which is to be loved by god, love god, and love others. And that my vision doesn't change regarding Bentley because he can do that well.
I talked about our old VDP hippie commune (written about that a lot in this blog) and the wonderful experience that was for me...
We talked about this job the counselors have taken and the great responsibility and privilege to love kids as they are. Talked about how we all have a story to share and to really engage kids to share their story so we can love them more fully.
We talked about Jesus choice of staff: physician, tax collector, fishermen, women, etc... the importance of all jobs and people. I talked about how I don't like to tell people David is a doctor because it changes their perception of our family and I don't think it's a big deal that he is a doctor- or a bigger deal than if he was a teacher or a farmer or a counselor... like he has a gift- the gift of knowledge- and while he has worked extremely hard to strengthen that gift at the end of the day it is a gift and all glory be to God. I used this story to remind us not to look at kids in this way- whether they're athletic, or funny, or talented- but to embrace all kids because they're made in the image of God and that's why we love not because of what we do. I shared 1 Corinthians 1



26 Brothers and sisters, think of what you were when you were called. Not many of you were wise by human standards; not many were influential; not many were of noble birth. 27 But God chose the foolish things of the world to shame the wise; God chose the weak things of the world to shame the strong. 28 God chose the lowly things of this world and the despised things—and the things that are not—to nullify the things that are, 29 so that no one may boast before him. 30 It is because of him that you are in Christ Jesus, who has become for us wisdom from God—that is, our righteousness, holiness and redemption. 31 Therefore, as it is written: “Let the one who boasts boast in the Lord.”[d]



So there was a section in there where I was supposed to talk about Detroit and stories of how I was embraced in Detroit- and for some reason I blanked. Like I shared these weird random stories, but I didn't share what I had written down. And I am so frustrated with myself. I think a great struggle came forth and I couldn't get passed it... and that struggle is this: Selling our home was the best thing we did for our family-  but I struggle greatly with how it effects us in terms of neighboring and being in Detroit. The best place we ever engaged with our neighbors happened organically and it happened in the VDP. That was 3 years ago.... So while we've had these great experiences and opportunities to get to know people and the blessing that is Bentley's school the best memories I have of the kind of life I imagine for our family are three years gone. Of course I remember the challenge that I face now in 3 kids that need my attention- not just delicious food on the table and the company of our neighbors- but real attention- and I've struggled in how to do both... so for now the littles are winning... as they should, right?! I do look forward to re entering the stage of life when we can be more involved in a neighborhood, but while David is super busy and 2 are still home (not for long!) i know this is the best place. For some reason I can't forget and forgive myself for what I didn't say yesterday... guess I'll just say it here and hope that it eases my anxiety. :)

How I've been embraced in Detroit:

When Clayton was born he was an extremely fussy baby. He cried all the time- always wanted to be held. Bentley wasn't walking yet and it was a very difficult and challenging time. My neighbor, Kisha used to come over and say, "where's my baby?" and I'd hand over baby Clayton and she would hold him for hours. I cannot thank her enough for that. Her daughter became our babysitter for years- taking care of the littles and loving them so well. 


When the staff team at the Boggs School fully embraced my son into their school- providing for his every need to the best of their ability. 


The way Kisha's kids used to meet me at the gate to welcome me home every day during the warm months. 



The way Davida used to come over and spend hours and hours just being with me. And the way she used to sleep so sweetly on my couch. :) 

The countless people who have smiled at the kids- called Bentley the next Bill Gates, held open doors, carried bags of food to my car, and simply stopped to tell me how precious "the babies" are. :)

I've actually felt extremely embraced by Detroiters. They've been so kind, so helpful, and so encouraging. And I am so thankful to be part of a city that is so rich and diverse. 

My hope is to continue to fight against the easy way of life and look for ways to be friendly and embracing and to teach my children how to do this without even thinking about it. 





I ended my talk by sharing a quote from Maya Angelou (which I apparently need to say over and over again as I am beating myself up about things left unsaid):

I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel. 























5.30.2014

Training session one

In the end my catastrophic planning turned out to be just fine. Love it when it works out that way... So we arrived and Bentley got to spend an hour playing on various activities to give the counselors practice. He climbed the climbing wall, played on the trampoline with the harness - played catch- built a tower and just laughed and laughed. 
Then we had dinner and then a session.

During the session Naomi asked me several questions about Bentley and his life - totally started crying- blah. ;) she asked about what it was like to send him to camp last summer - how did I feel etc... And I was explaining the difficulty of wanting my child to do exactly as the other kids but knowing he can't- and while I know and believe that it's ok to be this way- it's still painful. 
The counselors had all kinds of questions:
How has having Bentley changed your belief about god? Has it changed?
Were you scared to have more kids?
What motivates Bentley? 
Did you know he had Down syndrome? 
Have you had negative interactions with friends or family?
What's the greatest challenge?
How do his siblings handle it?
How do you discipline him?
How do you talk to other kids about his differences and needs?

And on and on....
I was impressed with all their questions. I answered them as truthfully and bodly as I could. 

I started thinking about his birth and 3 of our friends who were special needs counselors at this camp showed up the day he was born to hold and celebrate this new life. I think much of their ability to welcome him so fully and openly and genuinely was because they were counselors here. 

After the session I watched Bentley laugh and run through the grass for 45 min with several counselors. Such a blessing. 


Schedule catastrophe

So this is the springhill weekend I've been planning on for weeks now- all the while thinking it was a sat-sun ordeal. Well around 1:30 today I got a call- hey Adrienne just wondering when you'll be here.... Ummm what??? Tomorrow, right? Nope- today. Well I threw random stuff in a bag and grabbed Bentley from school to take a 3 hour drive up for this now- Friday Saturday event. 🙈 
As I was leaving I said to David: ok- there are 4 loads of laundry in the basement- 3 need to be dried - 1 is all hang dry- you'll know which. Here's the ingredients for the guacamole I'm making for the party tonight- you have to be at our old house at 2:45 to drop a key off for the appraiser and realtor- then Clayton's open house is from 4-7 and Bentleys 4:30-8.... You got that? Basically just be me for an afternoon ;) and off I went. 
Well Bentley and I have arrived and we have some lovely accommodations- this place is gorgeous! Stay tuned for updates and pics. I'm gonna go take a peek at my son doing activities with the special needs counselors.

5.29.2014

reflections on the christian faith day 1

These thoughts are candid, they aren't totally thought out, and they may change. But they are my thoughts of late... and so I will share them...

I'm supposed to talk to 400 young, excited, energetic summer counsels at a Michigan Christian summer camp this weekend. The first day will be an intimate group of 40 special needs counselors- and then the whole group will be there Sunday night. When I was initially asked about this I was so excited. There's definitely part of me this wondered- really, me ? why me? But I had just moved into the apartment and had recently spoken to the WSU medical students so I was on a total high. It just seems a little overwhelming that I am doing this talk now... so I thought I'd get some thoughts out before I get there ready to jazz up all these college kids to embark on a summer of loving kids... all kids... including lots of kids like Bentley.

When I think about Jesus and the Christian faith I think about love- I think about caring for those in need, feeding the hungry of stomach and feeding the hungry of spirit. I think about a simplistic type of living. I think about compassion. I think about caring for creation- thinking about what we eat and how it effects the earth- about how we care for the earth. I think about how we should love beyond borders- like Jesus in the story of the woman at the well. This is the part of the faith I love. This is why I am a Christian. I do feel an omnipresent power of God. I don't question His existence. I don't question this innate desire to love beyond.

But I do have a lot of questions.

I think many churches and many people have a painful way of expressing God's love. People with really great intentions say some really terrible things to other people- I know we all say hurtful things- but I am not talking about those kinds of hurtful things- I am talking more corporate I guess. Generally speaking- Christians have a way of looking at the world. It's a very black and white perspective. And rather than speak about this God of love they tend to target sin. They look at people's lives and begin to judge their actions and then they attempt to share this gospel of love. Have you ever received something well that came from a person you felt judged by? Nope, me either. So why is it that we are trained to focus on sin and lifestyle? What good is it for me to judge your behaviors and actions? I find that when I judge others I can only see their flaws- and when I only see their flaws I have a hard time understanding why they do what they do- and when I can't understand someone... can I really love them?

What's with the whole patriotic Christian? When did God and country become part of the equation? I am quite certain God doesn't bless this country any more than another- and I am also certain that many of our "blessings" come at a cost to someone else. And I think we are supposed to be careful about those costs. I just can't imagine believing in this universal God who cared more for one group of people than another...

Churches feel very corporate to me. They have policies. They have agendas. They have strategies. They have budgets. Sometimes they have lots of lights, and displays, and inclined seating...  I understand that these things aren't necessarily bad, but I just wonder what's the point. How do I express my faith in a large group without these things... and can I? Is it possible to have a home church that doesn't have an overhead cost. Doesn't have policies and agencies, strategies... where it's ok to believe certain things - but have a general statement of faith? That's what I am looking for.

I find myself in this awkward place. I want to experience God - I have historically liked church- but over the past couple months I have realized I don't identify with many of the Christian agendas of late... so where do I fit in? Do I just go to the church we have recently discovered and enjoy what I like and stomach what I don't? Is there space to start a home church or join one?

For the moment- I must continue to meet God where I am- and I am 10 feet under water with 3 kids holding on. So it's prayers throughout the day for patience and sustenance. It's finding time to discover what this faith of mine means more deeply.

Welcome to my doubts, welcome to my struggles, welcome to my reflections on faith... hang on.. it might be a long road. :)

benefits of yoga and half marathons blah blah


I've made two major decisions of late: 
1. I am going to run the half marathon in Detroit in October
2. I am going to become a yoga teacher when Lily goes off to school 

I love doing yoga- but for some reason I don't do it enough. It does require me to get up and do it before I drink my coffee because to truly benefit from yoga I need it to be quiet- and if I wait for my coffee to be finished the kids will be up... and yeah, they're not so quiet. I hurt my knee yesterday when I was training- an injury I am used to- I just can't do so many miles in a week- I have to get endurance and cardio through other avenues and then return to the pavement less than I'd like. It's odd to have the endurance to do something and not the strength. My doctor said I should do more yoga to strengthen my knee. So I got up this morning at 5:45 and hit the mat. These pics are obviously from this afternoon when I bribed a little boy with 3 chocolate chips to help me get some pics. My goal is to have all my posts include pictures- Also I love the one he took when I was playing on my phone... #reallife












the great move


Talked to my dad this afternoon and promised I'd update him with photos and video on the latest since he isn't on Facebook and I always forget to send him pics....

We moved to the apartment in April and it has been the best decision for me! I love having a smaller space and I love the location. Detroit has become a place that I really enjoy being again. Even as I sit here writing this I can look out over the beautiful city and sparkling blue water that is the Detroit River. Who knew I'd be so happy in a high rise apartment



the kids on a walk on the Dequindre Cut near our house before we moved...











lovely detroit sunset 




This is the closet park and that's our building behind it! We are on the very top from the middle going to the right a bit. 


the living room




Clayton's favorite place to sit

tiny kitchen (which I love!)

we have the best views- I did not use a filter on this pic


we can walk to Eastern Market 
we can walk to the river... and to the park


I can ride my bike to get Bentley from school 



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Baila baila


Sometimes having littles means I don't get to get out and enjoy things I might do otherwise - or I can just teach them to enjoy it with me!


Of late


Guess I have to start somewhere- here's some photos of late. I'm gonna be better about writing here... At least for a month! ;) 



Fishing on the detroit river 

Cheers to my friend Lori who came for a visit!
Clayton paints 
Lily and I enjoyed a boat ride 
Bentley caught up with my dear friend Carrie on the boat 

Clayton and his buddies padraig and porter 
Sunset on my room home 

Look closely for the giant boat- we get
Views of the coolest boats!