Monday, July 26, 2010
Weaving my way back...
Trenton and I are home from Africa. I feel much like this child. I feel like I am on the outside looking in. I am tired and overstimulated by this life that at one time was the only life I knew. Traveling 9000 miles from home and experiencing the simplicity of life that the African people live was amazing on so many levels.
Most people think that when you travel on Mission that you are doing just that...a MISSION to bring about change and hope. I must say that I was forever changed in ways that I could not imagine by the lives that I came across. Yes, we taught, we prayed, we touched and we played.
I do not speak Kinyanrwandan or Swahili. A smile is universal. A simple wave accompanied by a cheery "Maraho" or "Jambo" {hello} was enough to evoke a crowd of children yelling "Muzungu" {white person} and running to greet you.
Their clothes tattered and torn, dusty and dirty. Their faces smudged with dirt and runny noses abound. Heads that were shaved, feet that were bare. Their beautiful smiles, warm soft skin and deep chocolate eyes melted your heart. Quick to grab your hand, give a hug or take a place on your lap. There were more children than we had hands or laps to hold. Some would go from one person to another waiting for a turn to feel a loving touch.
We were able to learn their names but not their story. You would hold a child and wonder where did they sleep at night? Did they have a home or a mommy? Were they hungry or thirsty?
More often than I can recall I would go to put a child down and they would say so sweetly in a voice so soft you had to strain to hear "food?...water?" Their eyes fixed on yours awaiting a response. Your heart would sink to the depths of your soul.
Knowing that you could not give that one child food or water because a hundred more would come running was enough to tear your heart out. Embarrassed and ashamed, you would break their intent gaze and look away. Guilt would flood you head to toe knowing that you would soon board a bus and guzzle a water bottle or two on your way to lunch. Your mouth dry from all the dust, your stomach growling - you would soon satisfy your needs.
Leaving them behind with sad eyes, waving at you with their small hands you had to put them out of your mind for the moment or the tears would flow.
How can we be so blessed to live here in America when there are so many beautiful children suffering?
Why and what. Why must it be this way and what can we do?
I have many stories to tell. Many divine appointments to share. I am just trying to weave my way back into this overindulgent lifestyle that I have always known. When I can come to grips with our ways and rest up I will share more with you.
Just know that if you are reading this, you are blessed. You have been chosen. You can make a difference. Are you prepared to live simply so that others may simply live?
My .mac account was up for renewal while I was away. It is $99 a year. I don't have the $99 to pay it and when I think about how much food $99 would provide for people who earn less than $300 a year {if they are fortunate enough} I am not sure if I will renew it or not. So in the meantime if you wish to email me you may do so at justjanean@yahoo.com
Until next time...
XOXO
Janean
Most people think that when you travel on Mission that you are doing just that...a MISSION to bring about change and hope. I must say that I was forever changed in ways that I could not imagine by the lives that I came across. Yes, we taught, we prayed, we touched and we played.
I do not speak Kinyanrwandan or Swahili. A smile is universal. A simple wave accompanied by a cheery "Maraho" or "Jambo" {hello} was enough to evoke a crowd of children yelling "Muzungu" {white person} and running to greet you.
Their clothes tattered and torn, dusty and dirty. Their faces smudged with dirt and runny noses abound. Heads that were shaved, feet that were bare. Their beautiful smiles, warm soft skin and deep chocolate eyes melted your heart. Quick to grab your hand, give a hug or take a place on your lap. There were more children than we had hands or laps to hold. Some would go from one person to another waiting for a turn to feel a loving touch.
We were able to learn their names but not their story. You would hold a child and wonder where did they sleep at night? Did they have a home or a mommy? Were they hungry or thirsty?
More often than I can recall I would go to put a child down and they would say so sweetly in a voice so soft you had to strain to hear "food?...water?" Their eyes fixed on yours awaiting a response. Your heart would sink to the depths of your soul.
Knowing that you could not give that one child food or water because a hundred more would come running was enough to tear your heart out. Embarrassed and ashamed, you would break their intent gaze and look away. Guilt would flood you head to toe knowing that you would soon board a bus and guzzle a water bottle or two on your way to lunch. Your mouth dry from all the dust, your stomach growling - you would soon satisfy your needs.
Leaving them behind with sad eyes, waving at you with their small hands you had to put them out of your mind for the moment or the tears would flow.
How can we be so blessed to live here in America when there are so many beautiful children suffering?
Why and what. Why must it be this way and what can we do?
I have many stories to tell. Many divine appointments to share. I am just trying to weave my way back into this overindulgent lifestyle that I have always known. When I can come to grips with our ways and rest up I will share more with you.
Just know that if you are reading this, you are blessed. You have been chosen. You can make a difference. Are you prepared to live simply so that others may simply live?
My .mac account was up for renewal while I was away. It is $99 a year. I don't have the $99 to pay it and when I think about how much food $99 would provide for people who earn less than $300 a year {if they are fortunate enough} I am not sure if I will renew it or not. So in the meantime if you wish to email me you may do so at justjanean@yahoo.com
Until next time...
XOXO
Janean
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Long Winding Road
It is hard to believe that we are finally here. Tomorrow is the day that we have been waiting and working for months to prepare for. Our DEPARTURE DAY!
God has really shown us that HE is in control. He has lead us through the bumps, the pot holes, the dangerous curves and the delightful straightaways. He has strategically placed the red lights so we would stop and reflect. He put the yellow lights just where we needed them to proceed with caution. He then gave us the green to press on full steam ahead.
I have been stretched thus far beyond my comprehension. I have grown in my faith, my trust and my endurance. My heart has been molded and prepared as much as it could be to be broken for Him. In the home stretch we have been brought through the death of a loved one, illness, joyous events and financial challenges.
Just a few days ago a dear friend suffered a heart attack and gave us all quite a scare. God was not finished with him and he is still here with us. For this I am so grateful. The emotions that I have had in the past weeks are more than enough to last me a lifetime!
I can sing praises as yesterday - in perfect timing - Taylor was re-admitted to the Phoenix House. I will have peace of mind knowing that he is continuing on his journey of recovery while I am away.
Trenton and I have 2 suitcases packed. Each weigh in at 49 pounds {our limit is 50}. Today I will spend time with my lil boys and then focus on packing last minute items and our carry-ons.
I so appreciate all of you who have prayed us through and contributed your time and money to aid us in this mission. I feel SO awesome to know that you are all going along with us in spirit. I can not wait to share with you our experiences. We will update via this blog and on Facebook as we are able. Our trip leader Liza will also update the KSG website as she can - here is the link:
We leave tomorrow, July 8th at 2:30pm. We invite any and all who would love to come see us off to meet at the MC2 Parking Lot {just up from the main offices on the left} at 2:00pm. We will hug, take photos and pray then load the bus to leave at 2:30pm.
You can see our Prayer Journal on this website - for a day by day break down of prayer requests:
After 2 days of travel we will touch down in the Land Of A Thousand Hills, Rwanda. Here we will do the work that God has already laid out for us. He has prepared in advance divine appointments and people that we will be forever touched by. I can't wait to be used for His glory!
Please pray for safe travels, pray that our luggage all arrives safely, pray for our health, endurance and that we would each have an attitude of grace. Pray that our servants hearts will be used to the fullest!
XOXO
Janean
Monday, June 28, 2010
Journey of Emotions
Grandma Daisy
What a Journey down the path of {EMOTIONS} this past week has been. In just 7 days I have experienced every emotion known to man. I guess the Lord is making sure I am prepared for the Mission ahead. In just 10 days Trenton and I will depart the United States bound for Africa. I can't believe the time is almost here.
Last Saturday Grandma Daisy suffered a stroke. {fear, anxiety, worry} It was sudden and I can't say that I am ever prepared to lose someone I love. She hung on for 4 days which gave us all a time to say goodbye. {sadness, regret, apprehension} It was very emotional. We were given the opportunity to share with each other, cry and pray. We spent time with friends and loved ones that we hardly ever get to spend time with. I was afforded the opportunity to talk to my little guys about death.
It was a busy week as it was the last week of school. There were awards ceremonies to attend {pride}, end of the year field trips {enthusiasm}, last day of school parties and then Graduation on Wednesday {happiness}. Trenton graduated from 8th Grade, Megan (my niece) and Kamille (Taylor's Girlfriend) Graduated from High School. The next morning Grandma Daisy made her way to Heaven {sadness, grief}. At times I feel that I move through life on auto-pilot. Going and doing, saying and praying, plugging along. {optimistic}
Thursday Trenton and I received our Hepatitis Shots and I had a reaction. I broke out in itchy hives and got really tired. {worried} Perhaps a culmination of the emotional week I had just had. Taylor had a probation appointment and was not even drug tested. I was baffled. I am not sure what the purpose of "being on Formal Probation" is if they do not even see him but once a month and do not even test him! {frustration, offended}
Friday morning we sent Team One off on the Road To Rwanda Mission. It was wonderful to hug our friends who are going before us and send them off with a prayer. {confidence, happiness, love} I then got to spend the day celebrating Turner's 7th birthday early - as I will be in Africa on July 18th. Chloe's friend Danyale got us tickets to Sea World. It was a great diversion for Megan to also get away and have fun with us. The 3 girls and I toted my 2 lil ones all around Sea World and we had a blast! {exhaustion, happiness}
Saturday night Taylor, Kamille, Trenton and Monique went to the Lake to see a concert. Some choices were made and my super mom intuition had kicked in. I knew something was up with they all wanted to spend the night at Kamille's. I put my foot down and insisted that I pick Trenton up. I am glad I did. Sadly I found out that my trust had been broken {disappointment, betrayal}. Taylor is eligible to return to rehab July 3rd based on availability. Pray that he gets in so that I will not worry while I am away {fear, gratitude}.
My husband has been down with the flu for several days and I am praying that I do not get it prior to leaving for our trip. {vulnerable, weakness}
Today is the start of a new week {apprehension}. I have so much to get done and so much to purchase before we leave {astonished}. I have no money to purchase all our necessities {trust} as I do not get paid on my photo orders until the day we leave! {resentment} I will just have to trust that God has it all under control.
The Services for Grandma Daisy will be on Thursday and Friday. Her viewing on Thursday night in Cypress at Forest Lawn and a Grave Side Burial on Friday morning. We will celebrate her life with a Memorial Service at Saddleback Church at 11:30 am on Friday July 2nd in Tent 3 - with a Reception following at the Harmsen/Artiano Home.
Pray for us all during this EMOTIONAL JOURNEY.
Matthew 11:28-30 "Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light."
XOXO
Janean
Labels: Emotional Journey
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Twenty Two Days
One of my favorite numbers...22.
Two plus Two = 4...God gave me 4 BOYS!
In just 22 days we will be on a plane bound for Africa. Wow. I didn't think a year ago that the time would come so fast! I am so excited!
The past few weeks have been very challenging. Today is a good day. Taylor was released from the Phoenix House for "falling off" his sobriety path. He went to court and was given another court date - he has 30 days to get back into the program. He is eligible to return to the Phoenix House on July 3rd barring any drug use. He went to see his Probation Officer and he needs to return on the 24th to be tested. If he tests positive he will face 6 months in jail. He started new meds and has his good days and his bad. Today is good. That is all I can ask for.
Tonight we have Kids Small Group Graduation. I am so sad to see the year end. I loved every minute of leading Class 101. I am looking forward to teaching a Summer 101 Class with Kamille when I return from Africa. I am sure the Summer will fly by and it will be time for Class 201 in no time. I love each of my students. Unique, each one in their special way. It has been a joy to serve. I think I got more from them than they did from me!
Tomorrow Turner is being recognized at his school for his outstanding Respect, Integrity and Responsibility. I am so proud! Friday Trevan will attend a screening at Westpark Elementary. He is going to repeat Kindergarten next year at a new school with Turner. They will start on July 26th just 2 days after I return home from Africa. Short summer for them as the new school year round. Friday night we have our Rwanda Team Pot Luck Dinner and send off for Team One.
Next week is filled with field trips, end of the year party, Trenton Graduates from 8th Grade, Kamille and Megan Graduate from High School, Trenton and I get more shots for Africa, Taylor visits Probation and then we end the week with a trip to Sea World with Chloe and Danyelle! Whew! Hope I make it!
Lord give me strength!
How can I complain? Lots to celebrate and rejoice in! Thank you Lord! <3
Off to Kids Small Group - last night for the year! :o(
XOXO
Janean
Janean
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Forcast today...Foggy with a chance of SUN
I wish I could go back in time to the days where I had just Taylor. Walking along the beach as a young family. What could I have done differently? This is the age old question. If you had to do it all over again, what would you change?
We can't go back. We can't change the past. We can only focus on the here and now.
My here and my now is covered in a deep, dense fog. I feel like I could sleep for days. I am in a mode of confusion. The past four days have been a living nightmare.
Thursday afternoon we got a call from Taylor. He told us that after nearly 50 days of sobriety, he fell into the snare of temptation. He used drugs and got kicked out of the Phoenix House. Our world was once again turned upside down.
We knew that one day, he could stumble and fall. We had just not prepared ourselves. We had no plan in place. Confusion set in.
Over the course of the next four days we dealt with drugs, pain, confusion, anger, hurt, remorse, guilt, addiction, mistakes, psychosis, illness, mental confusion, withdrawl, tears, violent outbursts, exhaustion, a hospital visit, sleeplessness, fear, uncertainty, doctor's appointments, phone calls, fighting, arguing, helplessness, hopelessness, surrender - the list goes on and on.
We do not know what tomorrow holds. I don't even know what the next hour holds. I am weary and burdened. I know that God will give me rest. I am just waiting for that to happen. I am confused. I am worn down. I am trying to give it up to God, and not just "give up". It is just so hard to do. I struggle. I fall. I get back up. I hold on to HOPE.
Taylor made a mistake. It is now up to him to do the right thing. He is to appear in court on Thursday. In all probability he will go to jail. He will face the consequences of his actions.
Is this what I want for my son, no. Do I have any control over it, no. I have to accept that whatever happens - it is in God's plan. I know that God has a plan for his life and for mine. I have to TRUST in that. It is all I can do.
I have a lot on my plate. I want a peace that surpasses all understanding. I am preparing my heart to go on a Mission half way across the world. I can not let Satan steal my focus, my clarity. I will fight each step of the way to keep my eye on the prize. Giving it all to God, the pain, the glory, the disappointments the victories.
He has it all figured out.
I just have to rest in that.
Pray for me, pray for us. Prayer is powerful - this I know.
XOXO
Janean
Labels: Today there is FOG
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
36 days and counting!
Here is some info on their program:
Mission and History
of
Abana B’umwami Children’s Foundation
Abana B’umwami Foundation started in 2002 in Kigali, Rwanda as a sponsorship program to provide tuition and school supplies to the children of Rwanda. Under the direction of Pastor Francis Mutabazi, the program initially supported 40 children, either orphaned or living in extreme poverty.
A small team of missionaries from Calvary Chapel La Habra (CCLH) ventured to Rwanda in 2005 and had the opportunity to meet most of these children and many many more in need of support. At the same time, Pastor Francis and his community were praying for an answer, as the support for the program was not enough to meet the needs.
The team from CCLH came back with a burden to participate in this foundation. Within months of coordinating with Pastor Francis and presenting the needs to the body at CCLH, the Abana B’umwami foundation was not only able to continue to support the 40 original children, but it has grown to 200 children four years later.
With over 1 million orphans and over 101,000 child-headed households in Rwanda, there is a continual need that you can help meet.
I can't express how excited I am about our trip! This Saturday Trenton and I will get our Travel Immunizations. We have a huge praise. Yesterday I was told how much we needed exactly for the shots. I then prayed asking God to find a way - as I did not have the funds. When I checked the mail I found a check in the exact dollar amount needed for the shots! It was a payment from almost a year ago that had not found it's way to us until now. Wow - God is amazing!
Just a reminder about the PEACE SKILLS TRAINING this Saturday at Saddleback. If you are interested in going on a PEACE TRIP there are 17 modules to choose from!
Check it out here:
June 5th PEACE SKILLS TRAINING
Keep those prayers coming as we count down the days until we leave!
Thanks for being a part of our journey!
xoxo
Janean
Monday, May 31, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
Spiritual Warfare
In preparation for our Mission Trip we were told to expect Spiritual Warfare. I have seen it a time or two, have lived it on occasion. It is very mighty and powerful and very real. If you have never been through it first hand you may think I am a whack-o. You see, when you are preparing to do something for the greater glory of God's Kingdom, the enemy wants to stop you at all cost.
Members of our Mission Team are all undergoing these battles. We can't let Satan win and expend useless energy on it. We must remain focused on our "mission" and forge on. I have been reading a lot on this subject and came across this:
If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
Or, being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or, being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise;
I have learned in recent dealings that people may falsely accuse you. People will misunderstand you. I could choose to "fight the fight" or stand - silent. God does not want me to waste energy trying to win battles, but rather rest in that He knows my heart and the truth. I have a clear perspective, which I know comes from Him. Yes, there are two sides to every story. People forget this. If my side is never heard, so be it. No one is perfect and in all disagreements both parties make mistakes. To quote someone who recently wrote me:
"Do not be discouraged, just learn from your mistake and others... continue to have a forgiving heart and others will show you the same. God is about unconditional love and forgiveness."
This is very true. I can only pray that he molds my heart to have this forgiving heart and freely love and forgive unconditionally.
Battles can not be won with words. Only in time will people see through action and deed who you really are. It will be then that they can see your heart and see you for who God has created you to be. We are forever evolving and changing. We have to be open to learn from our hardships, take from them a lesson and change for the greater good. If we do not learn we will be tested time and again.
I have a mighty job ahead of me. The flaming arrows will come. It is what I do with them that is the test. Right now I choose to stand. Stand firm in knowing that God sees the truth in all. He is my rock and my fortress. When any believer, even the newest and weakest, stands in the strength of Christ, puts on the whole armor of God, and, in dependence upon the presence of God in prayer, stands; the devil is always defeated.
Pray for our team members, or family and our friends as we all experience spiritual warfare each day.
Pray for us all to stand, as we know it is then that the devil is defeated!
XOXO
Janean
Labels: Spiritual Warfare
Wednesday, May 26, 2010
43 days...
Well - here we are. 43 days until Trenton and I leave for RWANDA. Today is the deadline to have the $8000 required for us to go, turned in.
Yesterday I was blown away by the donations that came in. People have touched me so deeply by helping us with our trip. It is not about the amount of money donated - it is the fact that people actually care, and take the time to show it.
It the hustle and bustle of our world today it is so easy to just let things slide by. I know - I am guilty of this as well. I always have good intentions but sometimes time gets away from me and I miss a deadline to help someone or attend something that I had wanted to.
Today, for example my husband accidentally messed up our clock. He set the alarm WAY too early (in my humble opinion) and when the alarm went off at what was suppose to be 6:00 am - it was really 5:00 am. I heard the radio announcer say "It's 5:02 am" and I said "WHY?!! are we waking up at this hour when Trenton's appointment is not until 8:00 am??" Then in an effort to fix the clock - my husband grumbled and fumbled for an eternity, making it impossible to slip back into dreamland.
I tossed and turned and never got the extra 2 hours of much needed sleep. I got up and over breakfast my youngest sneezes right into his cereal bowl showering he and his brother in milk! After cleaning up that mess, we set off for school and as I am looking for a parking spot a small over exuberant child darts in front of my van.
I swerve to avoid killing him {just what I did not need today} and clip the plastic bumper of a parked car sending the plastic piece flying. I quickly find a spot and shuffle the kids out to go give the person my info. Upon reaching where they were parked - I find them gone and the plastic piece laying in the road.
Now what?
Frustrated I head for home listening to a lecture from my 5 year old on how I should be more careful when driving.
So, you see - I know times are tough and people are busy. That is why each and every dollar that has come in has meant so much! I am so proud to announce that we have officially met our goal!! God once again provided. He touched just the right people and the money all came in!
I am now just working on collecting/earning $317 for our travel immunizations and then some money to purchase items we need to take with us. I would also like to take some spending money for use in the country.
BUT - this is small compared to the $8000 that we have worked hard to raise since last year!! I feel so proud and a great sense of accomplishment! I feel like each person who helped is going along with us in spirit!
God has more than met us half way lately. I am always so amazed when He provides for our needs. It is like Christmas. I pray and He answers. All in His time...that is the part we all have to grow accustom to. Nothing happens when we want it to!
Patience and Perseverance. Two things I have grown to know well.
I love this quote: "Perseverance is the hard work you do after you get tired of doing the hard work you already did."
So, today is a happy day. We have met our trip requirement. I have lost another pound. I have food in my fridge. I have patience and I have persevered. I have hope and I have love in my heart!
Who could ask for more?
Thanks for being a part of my journey!
XOXO
Janean
Labels: 43 days
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Forgiveness
Last night in our Kids Small Group we taught a lesson on FORGIVENESS. It was really great to see these innocent kids and their take on being forgiven and forgiving others.
We need to stop and ask ourselves - how forgiving are we?
Do you harbor resentment or hold grudges against others? Do you have broken relationships that need repair?
Forgiveness is typically defined as the process of concluding resentment, indignation or anger as a result of a perceived offense, difference or mistake, and/or ceasing to demand punishment or restitution. Is it easier to be forgiven than to forgive - you bet!
It's funny how we long to be forgiven but find it hard to forgive others. Some people EXPECT forgiveness yet can not or will not forgive others.
Forgiveness plays a huge part in my sons recovery. He has to forgive himself and allow us also to forgive him. As his mother I can't help but to pardon him, as Jesus pardons me. But we do not always feel this way with friends or loved ones.
I found the following on forgiveness:
In the New Testament, Jesus speaks of the importance of Christians forgiving or showing mercy towards others. The Parable of the Prodigal Son and the Parable of the unforgiving servant are perhaps the best known instances of such teaching and practice of forgiveness.
In the Sermon on the Mount, Jesus repeatedly spoke of forgiveness, “Blessed are the merciful, for they will be shown mercy.” Matthew 5:7 (NIV) “Therefore, if you are offering your gift at the altar and there remember that your brother has something against you, leave your gift there in front of the altar.
First go and be reconciled to your brother; then come and offer your gift.” Matthew 5:23-24 (NIV) “And when you stand praying, if you hold anything against anyone, forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you your sins.” Mark 11:25 (NIV)
“But I tell you who hear me: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. If someone strikes you on one cheek, turn to him the other also.” Luke 6:27-29 (NIV) “Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful.” Luke 6:36 (NIV) “Do not judge, and you will not be judged. Do not condemn, and you will not be condemned. Forgive, and you will be forgiven.” Luke 6:37 (NIV)
Elsewhere, it is said, "Then Peter came and said to Him, 'Lord, how often shall my brother sin against me and I forgive him? Up to seven times?' Jesus said to him, 'I do not say to you, up to seven times, but up to seventy times seven.'" Matthew 18:21-22 (NAS)
Jesus asked for God's forgiveness of those who crucified him. "And Jesus said, 'Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.'" Luke 23: 34 (ESV)
The Christian statement on forgiveness is best demonstrated in the Gospel message itself, namely that the Godhead chose to forgive mankind not for their own merit, but by unmerited favor. Unlike other religions, a Christian's forgiveness is given because of Christ's sacrifice, and can not be obtained by any works done by the Believer.
Out of the basis of this forgiveness, believers are motivated to forgive all debts because of their debt Christ forgave at His own expense.
So, let me ask you...who do you need to forgive? Or, who do you need to ask for forgiveness from?
Once you allow yourself to do so it is then, and only then...that you will be set free.
Free your heart...and the rest will follow. No one is perfect. Especially me.
{Taylor I hope you can forgive me for anything I have done to hurt you along this journey}
XOXO
Janean
Labels: Forgive Me
Monday, May 17, 2010
Unburden your heart
Oh!, to be able to live running through life with reckless abandon!
Being a kid again sounds pretty enticing right now. Ask me, "How burdened is your heart?" and I will have to tell you it's on overload.
I am guilty. I am carrying burdens that are not mine to bear. But as a mom, how can you not?
We had a home visit with Taylor yesterday and it was so stressful. The severity of his mental illnesses were very clear. He spent more time in turmoil and being upset, overly obsessed and attempting to control situations than he did smiling or enjoying "moments". This weighs heavily on my heart. I carry this burden. He is MY child.
I have to stop and think, that I am God's child. If I feel this burdened over one of my own - how must he feel? He tells me to come back to Him when I feel there is nowhere to run. I have to do this. I have to let Him carry my burdened heart. I beg Him to fix my child. Release him from the pain - be his refuge, his reason, his strength. I need Taylor to find God.
Taylor is in my heart. He is ingrained, intertwined and connected to my inner being. Yet, I can not fix him. All I can do is watch when his world falls down around his feet. I see his pain. I hear his fear.
I need to lay these burdens down before the one most high. Yet this is so hard.
If you have never been in my place, please take a moment to thank the Lord for your healthy child.
Speaking of health and children...Trenton had a visit to the ER last week and we found that he has a medical condition that could be serious, or nothing at all. We are in the process of finding a specialist to help in this determination. Another burden for my heart -- that I will lay at God's feet.
Stace hurt his back and has not had enough work to make ends meet. We are down to the last leaves from the money tree. No way to get food for the kids, and pay rent. We were forced to go and apply for help today. Not a fun burden to bear - so I will give this up too.
I feel sorry for God. How many burdens does he get laid at his feet a day? Oh, I forgot -- HE can handle it. He is almighty. I smile when I think about how He can turn gray skies blue, clear storm clouds and place a bright shiny sun in their place.
How great is our God? It would be amazing to be Him for a day!
Some days I feel so helpless. Yet I am hopeful. I have to be. I have no other choice.
I am praying that you too, can unburden your heart along with me and lay all your heavy burdens at God's feet. Today is today -- tomorrow is new. Each new day brings Grace.
As Taylor would say, "Take it one day at a time, mom. That is all you can do".
XOXO
Janean
Labels: Burdened Hearts
Friday, May 14, 2010
Icing on the cake...
What puts the icing on YOUR cake?
I thought of this yesterday as I was locked in the bathroom
{involuntarily locked in... I will add}.
I went in with only 30 minutes to spare before I went to pick up my 3rd son from school. I throw my towel up over the shower glass and shut the door - as always.
I took my shower and when I went to make my hasty exit found that the door was, well...broken. It would not open. I pulled and I yanked. I juggled and I banged. I then started yelling for my youngest son. "Trevan! Trevvvvvan!" I shouted and banged on the door. I then pounded on the walls. NOTHING.
I then remembered that I had turned on the stereo and that he was in my bedroom watching T.V. - probably at a higher than normal volume to drown out my music coming from the stereo.
GREAT! Just Great. My son would come out of school and sit on a brick wall waiting for me and I would be here...stuck in the steamy, teeny-tiny apartment bathroom. I continued to bang and pound and shout.
So many thoughts raced through my mind. How long would it be before Trevan came looking for me? When was my husband due home? I could be locked in here for hours! I could die of boredom! I will be found naked in a towel too tiny to cover me, how traumatic for my loved ones!
I usually bring the phone into the bathroom when I take a shower "just in case someone calls..."
OH, NO! Not today! A break in routine. Hummm - okay God. What do you want to talk to me about? You have my full attention. You really don't have to LOCK me in the bathroom to get my attention, I promise!
So, I sat. I sat perfectly still and silent. I started thinking, and thinking.
I keep telling my oldest son, Taylor "God does not waste a hurt..."
I then reflected on an incident that he just had with a counselor making fun of his weight. He tried to go to the counselor to ask that he stop and the guy dismissed him and teased him further. His anger bubbled over and he was threatened with release from the program. He tried to do the right thing - and did not get the result he desired.
I then called the Program Director who said because of this incident - policy would change. A staff meeting was called and the counselor was dealt with -- THE ICING ON THE CAKE.
So, as I thought of these things and continued to bang and knock and yell for Trevan I tried to find the icing on the cake.
Hummm...nothing in here. I paced back and forth and as I decided to "tidy up" I fluffed the bath mat only to find a missing earring! Ah... THE ICING ON THE CAKE!
After what seemed like forever Trevan came to the door and tried to rescue me. He could not get it open either! GREAT...panic set in. I quickly calmed down and talked my son through on how to get a butter knife and try to force the lock open.
Finally after my 25 minutes of confinement I was freed. He wiggled and jiggled and finally forced it open. ICING ON THE CAKE!
With only 5 minutes to dress and get to the school we made a mad dash.
As I pulled up to the school I found a front row parking spot - more ICING!
I saw my son sitting on the little brick wall waiting with his teacher. I ran to them and apologized telling the teacher of my confinement. She then asked if I had spoken to the Principal. I had not. She then told me that Turner had been told NOT to throw a rock and he did anyway. He was teary eyed and asked if I was mad. We made our way home and discussed the incident.
Upon returning home, I retrieved the message left by the Principal. She was chuckling as she told me that Turner age 6 years old {who has aspergers} Got a citation and suspension from playground play for the next 3 days for throwing a rock (aimed at no one). When sent to the Principal's Office he told her - "Mrs. Boone told me not to throw the ROCK. You see, I did not throw a ROCK it was just a "pebble"...had she said "do not throw the pebble" I would not have thrown it!"
THE ICING ON MY CAKE! I so love this bright little boy I have been blessed with! Gotta love a kid with a high IQ!
I vow to go through my life trying to find the icing instead of grumbling over the crumbs. Thanks God, for teaching me a lesson.
HOPE YOU CAN FIND THE ICING ON YOUR CAKE TODAY!
XoXo
Janean
Like the grain of sand that lodges in an oyster shell and becomes a lovely pearl, the little irritations of life can bring the beauty of God's Splendor to your inner self...
layer by layer.
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
All In His Time...
Trevan Noah - 5 {and a half years} old
Well, here I am. Just 2 weeks away from my Fund raising Deadline for RWANDA. The people who I thought would support me, have surprisingly not been my biggest fans! Others have blessed me beyond measure! God's timing - perfect.
I still have a little over $2400 to go and also need money for immunizations. I will keep my faith. This is God's Project - therefor he will provide all my needs.
I have been met with some opposition and a lot of curiosity as to the "why" we are going. I thought this would be an appropriate time to "share" with all of you as to the "why" - here is my letter...
“Life isn’t how many years you live, but what you do with the life you are given.”
Dearest Friends and Family.
I know how busy our lives are and that time is precious, so I will try to keep this brief, yet; I have so much to share with you!
It is my prayer that when you receive this letter you are afforded the opportunity to pause, take a moment and really read it.
Some of you receiving this letter have known me since I was a child. Others, have shared special moments in my life, moments that have helped shape who I have become.
Yet, some of you I have never met, yet our paths have crossed by divine appointment. I am learning that God puts everyone in your life for a purpose. Nothing He does is by accident.
Trenton and I are traveling to Rwanda, Africa in July on a Mission Trip. It is not by chance that we are going, and the Lord already knows the work that will be done for His glory.
You see a few short years ago I thought of myself as just an ordinary wife and mother to 4 boys. I had known the Lord my whole life. I had tried to follow a good path, strayed away and then come back again. I had not done anything that I had thought was "special". I had no real "ah-ha" moments in my Christian walk. I told the women in my small group that I "had NO testimony." I was bothered by this as I took my first mission trip to the Indian Reservations in South Dakota. I had nothing to really "share" with these people. I was just me - no one special - someone without a testimony. Oh, how I wished I had a testimony!
I now know that you need to be very careful what you wish for.
A short time later the Lord gave me a testimony.
I lost a business that I had worked very hard to build and a friend in that process. It was painful and stretched me beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I learned humility, grace, understanding and forgiveness - some of which have taken me to this day to refine. During this painful time my son, Taylor was involved in a skateboarding accident that left him with a brain injury. While dealing with the turmoil of losing the business and my livelihood I was in the throes of taking care of a mentally impaired son that already struggled with drug addiction. Things went from bad to worse as I found myself slipping into a depression. I wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. The days and months stretched on with nothing positive to offer. Taylor's addiction and violent outbursts grew severe.
Then two days before my 20th wedding anniversary I received the phone call that catapulted our lives into a downward spiral that was unthinkable. My husband had been involved in a roll over collision and nearly lost his arm. After several surgeries, he was unable to work. Not only was I forced to "come out of myself" to care for him, but I had to care for Taylor and my other three boys. I had no time to wallow in self-pity, no time to be depressed. The only thing I could cling to was HOPE. I could feel myself slipping away as I wondered who I really was. "Who am I becoming?" and "Why God?" were questions that I seeked answers for. Our situation perplexed me.
With my husband unable to work we found ourselves being evicted from our home. Nearly everything we owned had to be sold, given away or placed in storage. Material possessions quickly lost their "value" as we fought to just hang on to the promise that tomorrow could bring. We had no idea where we would live. I moved through life on "auto-pilot" taking care of details with energy that could have only come from above. I never dreamed that I would become "homeless". I thought of "homeless" people as helpless.
Is this what we had become?
God provided. Strangers came together and put us up in a beautiful hotel that became our home for months. As we lived in 400 square foot of space not knowing at times where Taylor was because he had become addicted to drugs and alcohol we continued to HOPE and pray. I knew that the Lord had a plan. It was so hard to know what that plan was and to wait on His timing, but we had no other choice. We were blessed immeasurably by countless people who offered prayers, financial support and gifts. God's presence was very present in our day-to-day lives.
Through our trials we were blessed.
A year ago this month we were able to move into a small apartment in Irvine, CA. We moved here so that Turner could receive Special Education for his Autism Spectrum Disorder and diagnosis of Aspbergers. Over the past year while remaining hopeful and faithful that the Lord had a plan, Stace lost the job that he got as we moved from the Hotel. Taylor battled with drug addiction, mental illness, depression and alcoholism. His behavior grew worse each week and at times I did not know how we would go on. He was hospitalized 8 times within a year - trying to take his life or overdosing on drugs or alcohol. He would have such violent outbursts that the police had to be called countless times. Our family was traumatized time and again by his violence.
We felt like we were walking on egg shells and prisoner in our own home. We had to result to putting him in a homeless shelter, only to have him return a few weeks later after leaving and being attacked on the streets. He was arrested 3 times and help was not in sight.
On my birthday, the 16th of April I experienced a miracle.
We had one door then another slammed in our faces in an effort to get Taylor help. We had been scammed out of $2500 by a con artist posing to run a Christian REHAB facility. We were told after he was sentenced by the courts to REHAB that there was a 12 week waiting list which we placed him on. Twelve long weeks went by and as he was on formal probation he still abused drugs and alcohol without result . I received a phone call on the 15th telling me that he was being released from jail and had no where they could place him. He did not qualify for a homeless shelter due to his violence. He did not qualify for REHAB because of his mental illness. He was hopeless.
I ripped my heart out before God and told him this was HIS, not mine - as I was done. I could not handle this any longer. I had spent 4 hours on the phone as each person told me that they could offer nothing. I was told the court had no record of him being sentenced to REHAB. I was told by his social worker she had hit a brick wall and had nothing to offer. The Phoenix House told me that they do not accept Medi-Cal and that they did not even have him on the waiting list. I lost myself that day. I gave up on trying to control my destiny and I totally surrendered to God.
Crying and spent I laid crumpled on the floor a total mess with my 5 year old helplessly looking on.
I then received a phone call minutes later that Taylor could be placed in the PHOENIX HOUSE REHAB the next morning.
It was nothing short of a full-fledged miracle.
My hope, my faithfulness and my perseverance - had all paid off. He had heard my cries and He answered, He did not leave me, nor forsake me.
You see my friend, THIS is why Trenton and I are going to RWANDA .
I now have a testimony. I am indebted to God.
I have to tell those who have lost their will and feel helpless, that their situation is not HOPELESS.
Total surrender is nothing that can be taught - it is a state of mind. Being brought to your knees before the one who is most high and letting go - is indescribable. I am far from perfect and make mistakes each day. What gets me through is knowing that I have hope and grace and a new fresh start each time the sun rises. Our God is a loving and forgiving God. He made us for a purpose. He made us to love Him.
Our lives are so far from perfect and at times I feel broken. God heals my broken heart, He holds it in the palm of His hand, he gives me the strength to go on. Trenton and I needed $8000 to travel to Rwanda. We have raised all but $2600. Our deadline is MAY 26th to have our additional funds!
You may have already donated to our trip financially and for that I am so grateful.
What I am asking is for you to pray and ask God how He wants you to help us.
We want you to be a part of this incredible experience whether it be through financial support or prayer support.
Below I have outlined some of our needs. I ask that you pray and let the Lord lead you. This is much bigger than you, much bigger than me.
God has brought us together to do great things for the greater glory of His kingdom. I feel honored to have you in our lives and would be so touched if you decided to embark on this journey with us!
God already knows what will happen and how this trip will touch the lives of so many. I hope that by sharing with you, some of what we have lived through, your life will be touched in a positive way.
It is my prayer that you too learn how to be satisfied with what you once thought could bring no satisfaction. I pray that you can find happiness in things that were once taken for granted. I pray that you find peace in solitude that at one time you may have thought to be loneliness. I pray you can find it in your heart to love the unlovable and find hope in the hopelessness. I pray that you too, will find the deep peace in living simply so that others can simply live. These are my prayers for you.
It is my hope that spending this time with my son, Trenton; that we can form a bond and a foundation that can not be broken. Please pray for blessings on this wish.
If you feel led to support us financially - here are our needs:
You can make a tax-deductible donation by sending a check made out to:
SADDLEBACK CHURCH with only the TRIP ID in the memo - Trip #6547
Dearest Friends and Family.
I know how busy our lives are and that time is precious, so I will try to keep this brief, yet; I have so much to share with you!
It is my prayer that when you receive this letter you are afforded the opportunity to pause, take a moment and really read it.
Some of you receiving this letter have known me since I was a child. Others, have shared special moments in my life, moments that have helped shape who I have become.
Yet, some of you I have never met, yet our paths have crossed by divine appointment. I am learning that God puts everyone in your life for a purpose. Nothing He does is by accident.
Trenton and I are traveling to Rwanda, Africa in July on a Mission Trip. It is not by chance that we are going, and the Lord already knows the work that will be done for His glory.
You see a few short years ago I thought of myself as just an ordinary wife and mother to 4 boys. I had known the Lord my whole life. I had tried to follow a good path, strayed away and then come back again. I had not done anything that I had thought was "special". I had no real "ah-ha" moments in my Christian walk. I told the women in my small group that I "had NO testimony." I was bothered by this as I took my first mission trip to the Indian Reservations in South Dakota. I had nothing to really "share" with these people. I was just me - no one special - someone without a testimony. Oh, how I wished I had a testimony!
I now know that you need to be very careful what you wish for.
A short time later the Lord gave me a testimony.
I lost a business that I had worked very hard to build and a friend in that process. It was painful and stretched me beyond anything I could have ever imagined. I learned humility, grace, understanding and forgiveness - some of which have taken me to this day to refine. During this painful time my son, Taylor was involved in a skateboarding accident that left him with a brain injury. While dealing with the turmoil of losing the business and my livelihood I was in the throes of taking care of a mentally impaired son that already struggled with drug addiction. Things went from bad to worse as I found myself slipping into a depression. I wanted to curl up into a ball and disappear. The days and months stretched on with nothing positive to offer. Taylor's addiction and violent outbursts grew severe.
Then two days before my 20th wedding anniversary I received the phone call that catapulted our lives into a downward spiral that was unthinkable. My husband had been involved in a roll over collision and nearly lost his arm. After several surgeries, he was unable to work. Not only was I forced to "come out of myself" to care for him, but I had to care for Taylor and my other three boys. I had no time to wallow in self-pity, no time to be depressed. The only thing I could cling to was HOPE. I could feel myself slipping away as I wondered who I really was. "Who am I becoming?" and "Why God?" were questions that I seeked answers for. Our situation perplexed me.
With my husband unable to work we found ourselves being evicted from our home. Nearly everything we owned had to be sold, given away or placed in storage. Material possessions quickly lost their "value" as we fought to just hang on to the promise that tomorrow could bring. We had no idea where we would live. I moved through life on "auto-pilot" taking care of details with energy that could have only come from above. I never dreamed that I would become "homeless". I thought of "homeless" people as helpless.
Is this what we had become?
God provided. Strangers came together and put us up in a beautiful hotel that became our home for months. As we lived in 400 square foot of space not knowing at times where Taylor was because he had become addicted to drugs and alcohol we continued to HOPE and pray. I knew that the Lord had a plan. It was so hard to know what that plan was and to wait on His timing, but we had no other choice. We were blessed immeasurably by countless people who offered prayers, financial support and gifts. God's presence was very present in our day-to-day lives.
Through our trials we were blessed.
A year ago this month we were able to move into a small apartment in Irvine, CA. We moved here so that Turner could receive Special Education for his Autism Spectrum Disorder and diagnosis of Aspbergers. Over the past year while remaining hopeful and faithful that the Lord had a plan, Stace lost the job that he got as we moved from the Hotel. Taylor battled with drug addiction, mental illness, depression and alcoholism. His behavior grew worse each week and at times I did not know how we would go on. He was hospitalized 8 times within a year - trying to take his life or overdosing on drugs or alcohol. He would have such violent outbursts that the police had to be called countless times. Our family was traumatized time and again by his violence.
We felt like we were walking on egg shells and prisoner in our own home. We had to result to putting him in a homeless shelter, only to have him return a few weeks later after leaving and being attacked on the streets. He was arrested 3 times and help was not in sight.
On my birthday, the 16th of April I experienced a miracle.
We had one door then another slammed in our faces in an effort to get Taylor help. We had been scammed out of $2500 by a con artist posing to run a Christian REHAB facility. We were told after he was sentenced by the courts to REHAB that there was a 12 week waiting list which we placed him on. Twelve long weeks went by and as he was on formal probation he still abused drugs and alcohol without result . I received a phone call on the 15th telling me that he was being released from jail and had no where they could place him. He did not qualify for a homeless shelter due to his violence. He did not qualify for REHAB because of his mental illness. He was hopeless.
I ripped my heart out before God and told him this was HIS, not mine - as I was done. I could not handle this any longer. I had spent 4 hours on the phone as each person told me that they could offer nothing. I was told the court had no record of him being sentenced to REHAB. I was told by his social worker she had hit a brick wall and had nothing to offer. The Phoenix House told me that they do not accept Medi-Cal and that they did not even have him on the waiting list. I lost myself that day. I gave up on trying to control my destiny and I totally surrendered to God.
Crying and spent I laid crumpled on the floor a total mess with my 5 year old helplessly looking on.
I then received a phone call minutes later that Taylor could be placed in the PHOENIX HOUSE REHAB the next morning.
It was nothing short of a full-fledged miracle.
My hope, my faithfulness and my perseverance - had all paid off. He had heard my cries and He answered, He did not leave me, nor forsake me.
You see my friend, THIS is why Trenton and I are going to RWANDA .
I now have a testimony. I am indebted to God.
I have to tell those who have lost their will and feel helpless, that their situation is not HOPELESS.
Total surrender is nothing that can be taught - it is a state of mind. Being brought to your knees before the one who is most high and letting go - is indescribable. I am far from perfect and make mistakes each day. What gets me through is knowing that I have hope and grace and a new fresh start each time the sun rises. Our God is a loving and forgiving God. He made us for a purpose. He made us to love Him.
Our lives are so far from perfect and at times I feel broken. God heals my broken heart, He holds it in the palm of His hand, he gives me the strength to go on. Trenton and I needed $8000 to travel to Rwanda. We have raised all but $2600. Our deadline is MAY 26th to have our additional funds!
You may have already donated to our trip financially and for that I am so grateful.
What I am asking is for you to pray and ask God how He wants you to help us.
We want you to be a part of this incredible experience whether it be through financial support or prayer support.
Below I have outlined some of our needs. I ask that you pray and let the Lord lead you. This is much bigger than you, much bigger than me.
God has brought us together to do great things for the greater glory of His kingdom. I feel honored to have you in our lives and would be so touched if you decided to embark on this journey with us!
God already knows what will happen and how this trip will touch the lives of so many. I hope that by sharing with you, some of what we have lived through, your life will be touched in a positive way.
It is my prayer that you too learn how to be satisfied with what you once thought could bring no satisfaction. I pray that you can find happiness in things that were once taken for granted. I pray that you find peace in solitude that at one time you may have thought to be loneliness. I pray you can find it in your heart to love the unlovable and find hope in the hopelessness. I pray that you too, will find the deep peace in living simply so that others can simply live. These are my prayers for you.
It is my hope that spending this time with my son, Trenton; that we can form a bond and a foundation that can not be broken. Please pray for blessings on this wish.
If you feel led to support us financially - here are our needs:
You can make a tax-deductible donation by sending a check made out to:
SADDLEBACK CHURCH with only the TRIP ID in the memo - Trip #6547
Please mail it to me:
Janean Lindner
51 Southbrook
Irvine, CA 92604
Trenton and I still need around $600 for Travel Immunizations.
Janean Lindner
51 Southbrook
Irvine, CA 92604
Trenton and I still need around $600 for Travel Immunizations.
We also need financial support for necessities and expenses.
If you wish to support us personally - you can send a check made out to:
Janean Lindner
If you wish to support us personally - you can send a check made out to:
Janean Lindner
Many thanks to however you choose to bless us on our Mission!!
If you feel led to support us in Prayer - here are some requests:
Pray that we raise all necessary funds to go on the trip.
Pray for our family's finances.
Pray for our health, and Janean's continued weight loss.
(I am down 10 pounds with 10 to go before our trip)
Pray for our family as we prepare to leave - all the logistics of Stace caring for the little guys while we are gone.
Pray for Taylor's success in REHAB.
Pray for our team as we will face attacks from the enemy.
Pray for God's will in all of our lives.
Blessings -
Janean and Trenton Lindner
Labels: Why Rwanda??
Wednesday, May 5, 2010
Do you love without limits?
Do you know how to LOVE WITHOUT LIMITS?
At first response you may say "Of Course!" But do you really?
Jesus loves us unconditionally. Do we love the people in our lives this way? I have really been giving this a lot of thought. Ask yourself this question - "Do I love others without limits?"
You can get pretty deep on this if you take time to ponder HOW you love the people in your life.
Take your children. One by one. Think of how much you love them.
The amount of love I have for my kids is immeasurable. But, do I put limits on my love?
Take your friends. One by one. Do you place limits on how much you love them? Do they on you?
I know that I am guilty of protecting my heart. I have been hurt. I don't like to be hurt. I hold back. This is putting limits on my love.
I can give more to a stranger than I can to say, my husband. I can give more to my kids than to a stranger. LIMITS.
Interesting to think about, isn't it?
I think you can see this "Love Limiting" a bit more in our relationships with friends.
I have friends that LOVE me hands down without limits.
I have others that I know put limits on how much they love me, as demonstrated in their word and actions.
I then have to ask myself "Why?"
Have they been hurt? Are they holding back? Have I not demonstrated that I can be the friend that they need me to be?
What can I do to allow them to "love me without limits"?
Going through life pointing fingers at others is no way to grow. If you point a finger at someone - there are three pointing back at you.
As I prepare to go on Mission to RWANDA I have done a lot of "heart checking". I know that the Lord uses situations in our lives, conflict especially, to grow us.
We have had our share of conflict with our son Taylor. In his therapy he is learning who he is and why he has masked his pain with drugs and alcohol. Self discovery is hard.
I have spent a lot of time in prayer. I have asked God to show me in my hurts and pain the "WHAT". What can I do, what can I learn and what can I take away from this pain to better myself.
God does not waste a hurt. He uses our trials to refine us, but this only works if we are open to see what he wants us to.
I am going to work on my ability to LOVE WITHOUT LIMITS. Not an easy task, but one that I think I can succeed at. How about you?
XOXO
Janean
Monday, May 3, 2010
Unraveling...
Satan thinks he is good. He can find that one thread that is tiny, fragile and pick at it. He picks and picks until he has it in his ugly grasp. He then starts to painfully pull that tiny string and slowly attempt to unravel the threads of our lives that have been knit together for the Glory of God's Kingdom.
He can't stand to see something pure. He wants NO Glory for God. He wants to distract us from going down the path that leads us to righteousness. He can unravel the fragile, delicate plans one thread at a time. He is not mighty like our God. He has to stoop to the depths of deception and evil.
He will not will his battle with me. He can unravel my tiny threads. He can attack me. He can attack my sons. He can attack my business. He can attack my friendships. He can pull at me, one tiny thread at a time. I feel like things are unraveling quickly. I can panic. I can run and hide. I can give in, I can give up. He forgets that I have a choice. I have free will.
My free will can not allow him to separate me from my God and unravel all of me. I am a creation that God has knit together. He can not bind me with his chains. I will lift my voice and cry out to the Heavens. God will hear my cries and will not leave me in the depths of confusion. Only He can erase these doubts. I will lay my burdens down at His mighty feet. Nothing is too big for MY God.
So go ahead Satan, unravel my sweater. I will let God's Glory resound! I have warriors who will pray with me, their knees will bow. Together we will bind you, Satan. You pull my threads, unravel my sleeves. I may have a vest when you are finished, but I will wear my vest proudly. I will go forth boldly. You can attempt to unravel me, but you will not ruin me.
XOXO
Janean
2 Corinthians 10:3-5 (GOD’S WORD Translation)
3Of course we are human, but we don’t fight like humans. 4The weapons we use in our fight are not made by humans. Rather, they are powerful weapons from God. With them we destroy people’s defenses, that is, their arguments 5and all their intellectual arrogance that oppose the knowledge of God. We take every thought captive so that it is obedient to Christ.Labels: Unraveling
Friday, April 30, 2010
Angels on Earth?
Today marks the 14th day that Taylor has been in the Phoenix House.
Our lives now, at times border on boring. I can not describe the strange peace that has fallen on our home like a blanket of fresh, unspoiled snow. The beauty of knowing that our son is safe and warm at night is indescribable. I have a sense of calm when I lay my head on my pillow at night. I feel like I have been given a new life. We have all been given a new life. A refuge. We have been blessed. Our bruised and broken hearts have been mended.
It is not that we do not miss Taylor, we do. We miss HIM, the Taylor that we once knew, but not the person he had become. We have not seen the real Taylor in a long time. The Taylor that is not impaired, high or intoxicated. The happy, content Taylor. That boy has been gone a long time. The impact of his addiction is clear in his younger brothers. One misses him, one does not mention him, one is inquisitive yet at peace that he is away.
Yet, he is very loved. He always has been and always will be.
Today I wanted to call the man who was instrumental in "giving Taylor a chance". The man who after many phone calls and doors slammed shut - called me with the words that changed my life. The man who told me that he had arranged for Taylor to get into the Phoenix House. I went back to listen the voice mail with his name and number on it and then called.
I asked for him and was told - "There is no one here by that name." So, I asked "What number can I reach him at?" I was put on hold only to be told that no one in the office had ever heard of him.
Shocked - I listened to the voice mail again and re-dialed. I asked for a supervisor. After being placed on hold a woman came on. I told her that on Thursday, April 15th at 2:32 pm I got a message from Mark Sailors at this number. I told her that he left me a message and that he was the one who arranged for my son to get into the Phoenix House. She told me that they did not have an employee by that name or any name close to that. She was matter of fact - to the point and was borderline annoyed with my instance. She curtly told me to have a nice day and ended the call.
I immediately went to my laptop - I Googled his name looking for an answer, an explanation. Nothing.
"LET IT BE" rung in my head. " JUST LET IT BE."
Weird. Totally weird. Unexplainable. Tiny hairs on my neck and arms stood at attention sending a cold chill down my spine.
Irritated, yet intrigued I rushed about getting ready to go meet my friend Karen for lunch. I will ask Karen what she thinks. She will have an answer. Satisfied I drove to meet her with Trevan in tow. We chatted and caught up with each other over a nice meal.
As our time together was drawing to an end - I asked her
"What do you know about Angels?" setting the tone prefacing the question with "Don't think I am crazy or anything, but..."
She said - "Oh, I think they exist for sure!" Then I told her what had happened.
She shuttered and rubbed her arms - "Whoo - I just got the chills!" she responded. "Yeah - weird; huh?" I told her I had the same reaction. We both agreed - that it was God's hand.
We smiled at each other then we just "LET IT BE."
I have shared this with 2 others this afternoon - and both people also, got the chills.
Amazing. God, He is a mighty AMAZING God. I know this, yet - I am surprised each time he reveals Himself to me. Why is that? I know he is almighty and powerful.
He tells us to expect miracles. I just am so human. Forgive me Father, for not having more faith and trust in YOUR word.
I feel chosen. Taylor was chosen. It is not an accident. Years of sorrow.
God chose to bring us through the storm to taste this incredibly flavored rainbow in the form of a miracle. He knew that before Taylor was born he would enter into a rehab center after years of addiction on MY 43rd Birthday. It was already written in Taylor's Life Book.
I know that man who called me - was an Angel. An Angel that God sent to deliver that message. The message that WE would be delivered.
For this I will be eternally grateful.
XOXO
Janean
Angels are essentially “ministering spirits,” (Hebrews 1:14) and do not have physical bodies like humans. Jesus declared that “a spirit hath not flesh and bones, as ye see me have” (Luke 24:37-39). The Bible does, however, make it clear that angels can only be in one place at a time. They must have some localized presence. Angels can take on the appearance of men when the occasion demands. How else could some “entertain angels unaware” (Hebrews 13:2)?
Labels: Angels on Earth
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Expecting Miracles
I must admit it has taken me nearly 5 days to digest what has happened.
You see, I know that I have experienced a miracle.
On Thursday April 15th shortly after I hit "post" on the entry below, I got another phone call. It was one in a series of calls that transpired over the next few hours.
I had been told that Taylor was being released from jail and that his social worker could not place him ANYWHERE. He did not meet criteria for any of the homeless shelters, or programs that were offered for people like him. We were given NO options other than to let the jail turn him into the streets, penniless, unable to find shelter, without food and medicines.
HOW could I do that to my own son? I knew having him back in our home was not an option. I knew in my heart of hearts that I would be having an emotional breakdown on my birthday. Instead of going the next day for a much needed rest at my mom and dad's, I would be going to a mental hospital.
I ripped my heart out bleeding before God. I told Him He was going to have to "fix" this situation. I do not advocate "telling God what to do" - but I had reached a point of brokenness like I had never felt before.
Years of pent up frustration and anger spilled out. I cried, I shook, I prayed. Sadly, little Trevan looked on. He wanted to fix his mommy. He wanted to help me. I held him and I cried in between one dead end phone call then another.
I was told by the Public Defender's Office that Taylor was not even sentenced to REHAB - which he was. I was told by the Phoenix House that he was not and never was on their waiting list. I was told by his social worker that she had no options to offer me. DEAD ENDS. No help - no hope?
I dug deep. I had to cling to the last shred of HOPE that I had. I knew that the Lord will never leave nor forsake me. So, I stopped. I bossed God around. I told Him - "Here you go God - FIX this, because I can't. I need a MIRACLE and only YOU can do that."
I don't know what I expected. I did not actually expect a MIRACLE - those just don't happen everyday.
So, when I got a phone call a few minutes later from a man telling me that if we could bring Taylor to the Phoenix House when he was released from jail with 30 days of meds and they would take him, I nearly dropped the phone.
I felt a numbness come over me and I went into autopilot. I made one call then another - then another. Trying to process all the information and not get my hopes up. I knew somewhere, someone - had made an error. I knew this was too good to be true.
I called his doctor to find she left for the day. No problem. God took care of it. A nurse called her on her cell and got the prescriptions for 30 days of medication.
Taylor's Medi-Cal had been canceled. I knew his prescriptions would not be covered. No problem. God took care of that. We went to the pharmacy and found his insurance was still in effect.
We got the call at 12:30 in the morning to go pick him up from jail. It took 3 hours to get him home and we only had a couple hours of sleep before taking him to the Phoenix House.
Stace got him there only to find the admissions coordinator did not show up. They waited one hour, then another - then another. I was sitting on pins and needles knowing that the other shoe was about to drop. Here was the hammer. He would not get in - they would send him home. No problem. God took care of it. She finally arrived and he was accepted.
He was offered 3 months or 6 months and he took the 6 month program!
A MIRACLE - on my Birthday - I received a true MIRACLE. My son got into REHAB for SIX MONTHS!
He has been there for 5 days today. He is doing well. He will not see anyone for 30 days. We will go to an orientation on May 5th then attend family meetings each Thursday night after that.
He can earn phone calls and day passes.
I have prayed for a Miracle for my son - I just fell short - as I did not EXPECT God to hear me and answer my cries.
I encourage you to not only pray for but to expect and prepare for miracles to happen in your life. It will change you forever.
God has big plans for my son - I know that. I am just patiently waiting to see what he unfolds in His time.
Whatever it is - I know it will be AWESOME!
XoXo
Janean
You see, I know that I have experienced a miracle.
On Thursday April 15th shortly after I hit "post" on the entry below, I got another phone call. It was one in a series of calls that transpired over the next few hours.
I had been told that Taylor was being released from jail and that his social worker could not place him ANYWHERE. He did not meet criteria for any of the homeless shelters, or programs that were offered for people like him. We were given NO options other than to let the jail turn him into the streets, penniless, unable to find shelter, without food and medicines.
HOW could I do that to my own son? I knew having him back in our home was not an option. I knew in my heart of hearts that I would be having an emotional breakdown on my birthday. Instead of going the next day for a much needed rest at my mom and dad's, I would be going to a mental hospital.
I ripped my heart out bleeding before God. I told Him He was going to have to "fix" this situation. I do not advocate "telling God what to do" - but I had reached a point of brokenness like I had never felt before.
Years of pent up frustration and anger spilled out. I cried, I shook, I prayed. Sadly, little Trevan looked on. He wanted to fix his mommy. He wanted to help me. I held him and I cried in between one dead end phone call then another.
I was told by the Public Defender's Office that Taylor was not even sentenced to REHAB - which he was. I was told by the Phoenix House that he was not and never was on their waiting list. I was told by his social worker that she had no options to offer me. DEAD ENDS. No help - no hope?
I dug deep. I had to cling to the last shred of HOPE that I had. I knew that the Lord will never leave nor forsake me. So, I stopped. I bossed God around. I told Him - "Here you go God - FIX this, because I can't. I need a MIRACLE and only YOU can do that."
I don't know what I expected. I did not actually expect a MIRACLE - those just don't happen everyday.
So, when I got a phone call a few minutes later from a man telling me that if we could bring Taylor to the Phoenix House when he was released from jail with 30 days of meds and they would take him, I nearly dropped the phone.
I felt a numbness come over me and I went into autopilot. I made one call then another - then another. Trying to process all the information and not get my hopes up. I knew somewhere, someone - had made an error. I knew this was too good to be true.
I called his doctor to find she left for the day. No problem. God took care of it. A nurse called her on her cell and got the prescriptions for 30 days of medication.
Taylor's Medi-Cal had been canceled. I knew his prescriptions would not be covered. No problem. God took care of that. We went to the pharmacy and found his insurance was still in effect.
We got the call at 12:30 in the morning to go pick him up from jail. It took 3 hours to get him home and we only had a couple hours of sleep before taking him to the Phoenix House.
Stace got him there only to find the admissions coordinator did not show up. They waited one hour, then another - then another. I was sitting on pins and needles knowing that the other shoe was about to drop. Here was the hammer. He would not get in - they would send him home. No problem. God took care of it. She finally arrived and he was accepted.
He was offered 3 months or 6 months and he took the 6 month program!
A MIRACLE - on my Birthday - I received a true MIRACLE. My son got into REHAB for SIX MONTHS!
He has been there for 5 days today. He is doing well. He will not see anyone for 30 days. We will go to an orientation on May 5th then attend family meetings each Thursday night after that.
He can earn phone calls and day passes.
I have prayed for a Miracle for my son - I just fell short - as I did not EXPECT God to hear me and answer my cries.
I encourage you to not only pray for but to expect and prepare for miracles to happen in your life. It will change you forever.
God has big plans for my son - I know that. I am just patiently waiting to see what he unfolds in His time.
Whatever it is - I know it will be AWESOME!
XoXo
Janean
Labels: Taylor's Miracle
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