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Monday, June 12, 2017

the night you broke the tv

to brooks:
something incredible has happened. i'm not sure you'll remember the details when you're older, so I'm writing it down here for you so you'll have it, and can read it and know its truth.

tonight, you told us about your decision to ask Jesus to save you.

your dad and I have prayed for this for a while. since before you were born actually, but more so in the last year. part of dealing with Tourette's has meant learning to cope with your tendencies to do things on impulse you might not otherwise do. it's been a challenge. you're so smart, so funny, and when you get going, well..things get a little nutty sometimes. It's just part of who you are (and also part of being a five year old little boy). so we've said for a while now, "man, this kid needs the Holy Spirit in his heart to help him with this!" we all need His help. so that's what we've been praying for you.

last night, you threw a car at daddy's big screen tv. it cracked the screen, and the tv is now toast. you felt pretty bad about it and couldn't tell us why you did it. we talked about it a little at bedtime, and you said that you knew it was a really big sin (in your mind, this is the worst thing you've ever done) and wondered if we and God would still love you. that broke my heart, my love. and yet, that's something that so many of us ask, even if not out loud. is God big enough to forgive and love me even in spite of my biggest sins? the answer is a resounding "YES!"

sweet boy, your dad and I will always love you, always forgive you. you are a precious gift from God, and there's nothing you can do that would ever make that love stop. but as much as we love you, Jesus loves you even more. and so, tonight at dinner as we chatted about who knows what, you casually mentioned that in your bed last night, you asked Jesus to forgive you for your "big sin" and come into your heart. we stuttered and stammered a bit; you always know how to surprise us! we didn't want to squash anything the Lord was doing in your heart, but we also wanted to make sure that you understood what you were saying, and we wanted to try to make sure you were sincere in your desire to live a life for Jesus. we talked through the ABC's... you admitted that you are a sinner, even going so far as to say that you knew you would want to sin again and needed Jesus's help to try not to do that. you said that you believe that Jesus died on the cross for your sins, and that He rose from the grave, alive, three days later. you said that it was like a present...that Jesus died for our sins and all you had to do was accept the gift. you're quite eloquent for your age, you know?  lastly, you confessed that you needed Jesus and said that you asked Him to come into your heart. and then you asked us, "did He? did He come in? Or does He walk in slowly?" that made us laugh but we still weren't quite sure how to answer you. we called your childrens pastor, mr. lance, to see if he could help. we told him everything you'd said, and we agree with him that you've done everything that the Bible says you have to do to be saved. we asked you if you were ready for God to be your boss, instead of you being your own boss, and you said "I want that, mommy!"

so there it is, Brooks. last night, June 11, 2017, sometime around 8pm, you asked Jesus into your heart, and He saved you! praise Jesus!! we know you're young, and there are still things you won't understand, but we are committed to continue raising you to learn what Jesus has planned for your life, to learning how to live for Him. when you're ready, the Bible says to get baptized to show others a symbol of what He's done in your heart. I don't think you even know about baptism at this point, and besides, you won't put your head underwater, so that will come later on, whenever you're ready. for now, we take comfort and thank Jesus for the saving faith you've shown, for your unashamed belief in Jesus, His forgiveness, and being willing to step out and trust in Him. we are so blessed to be your parents...we feel that every single day. and God has answered one of our most fervent prayers by allowing us into the secret places of your heart, to witness what beautiful and wonderful things He is doing there. so when Satan tries to tell you that you couldn't possibly have come to know Jesus at the age of five...when he says "if you don't remember it, it didn't happen", I hope you look at this and trust. Jesus has saved you. You are His. and Satan has no power over you.

I will never forget the smile on your face when you realized and said, "so I'm a Christian?!" and we said "Yes!"  we love you so much. and we're so thankful to now know that no matter what happens here on earth, we will be together with you in heaven for all of eternity. thank you, Jesus!

Tuesday, March 14, 2017

the noisy chair

rocking. tocking. squeaking. singing. her eyes almost closed. she fights it til it's done. the ten dollar chair holds something worth far greater. it's old pretend velvet, 70's pale blue, but so perfect for her room that I could not resist. the tocking and squeaking, she doesn't seem to mind. it's the rhythm of sleep. her familiar place. snuggled up so close I'm hot and sweating but unwilling to lay her down. her eyes flutter, and she smiles. she knows she's got me. this chair has heard tears and prayers and songs and laughter. the tocking and squeaking are the beats of my heart. ongoing. almost imperceptible. yet always there. rocking. singing. squeaking. tocking. momma's here. sleep tight. 

Sunday, March 12, 2017

lynnley

perhaps after reading my last two posts, you're thinking "doesn't she have a daughter?"

i do. and she is such a joy. let me tell you about her.

if you've read lynnley's birth story ("of anxiety and ambulances" and "faithful"), you know she's also a miracle we received from the Lord. but i haven't talked about how she came to be. and this is one i want her to know some day.

after all we went through with brooks, i wasn't sure i could handle going through it again. i was afraid of having another miscarriage, another difficult pregnancy... i was afraid of being afraid again. and so, i dug in my heels and said that i didn't want another baby. jeremy initially agreed, but his heart started longing for another little person to complete our family. i resisted, adamantly. i wanted to want a second baby as much as we had wanted brooks, and my heart at that time just didn't feel that way. i knew it was all from fear, from not trusting in the Lord, but i just couldn't get over it. to his credit, jeremy didn't push me. he would ask if i felt differently from time to time, but he let me take my time getting there. eventually, he became more insistent, and i realized that i needed to take some heart inventory and figure this thing out.

after some prayer and wise counsel, i decided to fast for a week to spend time in prayer specifically for this matter. i ate vegetables and drank water, but stayed away from everything else, and during the times i wanted to eat something that wasn't vegetables or water, i prayed. let me tell you... i prayed a lot that week. i told God all the things He already knew. but i asked ultimately for His will. and asked that if He wanted to bring another baby into our family, that He change my heart, because i really, really, really, wanted to be madly in love with this baby before he or she even existed. by the end of the week. my grumbling begrudging prayers to "change my heart" became sincere desires laid before the Lord. and i found myself praying, "Lord, i want another baby." i was scared to death, but He had heard me, and answered me. He had changed my heart. it seems as if He was merely waiting on me to ask, because very quickly, we were pregnant. and the rest, they say, is history.

our sweet lynnley. she's so obviously the perfect bookend to our family of four. she's sweet, loving, happy. she nursed like a champ, something i didn't get to do for very long with brooks. i worry that i don't spend enough time with her. that she may also have TS. that she will feel slighted growing up in the shadow of an older brother who commands everyone's attention. that she won't think i love her as much.

but lynnley weston, there are a few things i know for sure. firstly, you, my daughter, are the balm to my often raw soul. whether you have TS in the future or something else or nothing else, you are perfect. God has made both you and brooks exactly in His image in such a way that you will bring glory to Him. each of you were an answer to many prayers, and are evidence of God's work in my heart and in my body. secondly, i promise i'll get it together. I'm learning to divide my time, to love each of you in your own special ways. i love being your momma, and i hope you always feel that. you are so very special to us, to me. your brother loves you like crazy, and i think you'll grow up adoring him, too. i don't know what the Lord has in store for you, but i can't wait to be a part of it. i love you my precious baby girl. God knew how much i would want you in my life before i even did, and i'm eternally thankful that He allowed me to see His bigger plan for our lives.

pervasive

continued from "an update":

so i am being broken so that God can mend. poured out, so that He can fill. made thirsty, so that i will crave Living Water. yet again, His plans are not my plans, and He is daily showing me why.

recently, i read a devotional about praying scripture for my children. the prayer this day asked that i pray that my children would enter into "pervasive repentance". as i prayed that for them, who at 1 and 5 don't have too many awful sins to repent of, the Lord pricked my heart to look inward at my own. what sin did i have that required pervasive repentance? in my pride, i couldn't think of anything so awful in my life that the word "pervasive" applied to... pervasive means spreading widely throughout. i think over the years my definition of even "repentance" has gotten watered down. repentance for me now looks like trying harder, "working on it"... all things that don't require that much of me usually. and it's not like i'm out there murdering people, right? and yet, this phrase stayed with me, so i began to ask God, semi-reluctantly, to show me what required pervasive repentance in my life.

the Lord answered that prayer fairly quickly. one night, brooks was in our bed after suffering from a horrible night terror, one in which he had his eyes open, looking at my face, but was screaming for me to come to him. he couldn't see me or hear me, and he was terrified. once the night terror had passed (these are common in kids with TS; they typically have no memory of the incident and he can never tell me exactly what he's afraid of), brooks was finally asleep next to me. during this particular one, he had also screamed some things that hurt my feelings. so in addition to feeling helpless to rescue him from the terror in his mind, i also felt wounded and broken. when he finally fell asleep, i could hold it in no longer. i lay next to him with my hands hovering over his body (he asked that I not touch him), sobbing uncontrollably, begging God to take this from him, from us, to heal my little boy. i confessed to my God that i could not imagine living a life without my sweet brooks, the miracle baby He had given me just five years ago. i poured out my pain to Him, telling Him how very much i loved my son, how i couldn't stand to see him suffer in this way. and it was like something clicked in my heart.

i heard the Holy Spirit say very gently to me, "pervasive repentance". i stopped sobbing as if being more quiet might help clarify what i knew He'd just told me. "Pervasive." "Repentance."

i knew the idol i was being called to give up. i was worshipping the miracle, not the Miracle-Maker. i was focused on the gift, not the Giver. and this, this all-consuming love i have for my child, this is what i was being asked to repent of. "How?" my heart asked. how in the world could i love my son less? how could i care for him differently? and then i realized what God was actually asking of me. He knows me, you see. He gave me my momma heart. He sees me break when my children break, cry when they cry. He gifted me with the ability to love them whole-heartedly and unconditionally. He didn't want me to love brooks less. He wants me to love Him more. "Oh" my heart answered. such a simple thing. Love God more. and yet i know this is something i will strive for all my life. and so i am asking daily for His help. Show me, Lord, how to love you more. Teach me, keep breaking me, until the very core of who i am cries out for You first, for You only.

an update

wow. a whole year and a half since i've written anything. well...better late than never, right?

a lot has happened since brooks's fourth birthday. for starters, he turned five, and lynnley is now sixteen months old. maybe one day i'll get around to posting some pics (you can see all the things we do on the daily on my Instagram, @laundryfordays). in the meantime, i'll do my best to fill you in. warning: this is gonna be a long one, or maybe multiple long ones. we shall see...

preschool started for brooks in August of last year. he's at an incredible school/church with the best teacher we could have asked for. she's patient, loves him, and was placed in his path, I am certain, by the Lord. around the time that preschool started, and a little bit before, actually, we started noticing some things about brooks that we hadn't noticed before. he was having movements that were becoming increasingly repetitive that he didn't seem to be aware of. our doctor confirmed that he was having tics, and that this was fairly common and not concerning. brooks has always has been a bit of a wild personality with a stubborn streak (no idea where that came from...), but we also started noticing increasing behavior issues and aggression for seemingly no reason. as these behaviors and tics increased, we began to watch our son change into someone we barely knew. we were terrified and at a loss for how to help him.

we saw several doctors, and all of them confirmed that brooks has Tourette Syndrome and OCD. i'm not going to lie... we were shocked. we do have some mental illness histories in our families, but not Tourette, so we weren't expecting that. lots of kids have tics, but don't have TS, so we just hadn't prepared ourselves for that possibility. TS is a genetic neurological disorder with no known cure. it tends to manifest itself as multiple tics, at least one of which is vocal (for brooks, this showed up as sniffing), that waxes and wanes over the person's lifetime. most kids are diagnosed around 5-9 years of age, with the worst symptoms typically showing up around middle school, and symptoms getting markedly better around the late teen/early adulthood years. some kids have very mild symptoms that are manageable. others have very severe symptoms that really affect their quality of life. about 80% of kids with TS also have related diagnoses of OCD, ADHD, ODD, and/or anxiety/depression.

for brooks, along with about 18 different tics, we were seeing the behavioral issues related to OCD (rigid thinking/inflexibility, intrusive and impulsive thoughts and actions, some ritualistic-type behaviors, and other common OCD symptoms). because several of his tics caused him discomfort, and the behavioral problems were affecting him socially, we elected to try medication. he currently is on two medicines, one for tics (which is working wonderfully well at this stage with almost no side effects), and one for his OCD (we are having varying degrees of success with this one). he's also started attending occupational therapy weekly, which not only helps him, but is also a resource to us for how to talk to him through his difficulties. we see neurology and child psychiatry and are constantly evaluating if/when therapies need to change or adjust based on his symptoms.

life right now is complicated. on one side, i feel so very blessed to have my two precious children. in fact, i hesitate to write this all down, because i don't ever want brooks to feel less than exactly who God made him to be. but i do want him to know that God is good, even when life is hard, and so i'm writing it down. but parenting is tough on a good day, and with all of this extra thrown in, on the other side i often feel very overwhelmed. I wouldn't trade this life for any other, but it's just hard sometimes. i feel so inadequate, so unable to help him sometimes. when he's in the middle of an emotional meltdown that is out of his control, begging me to help him, my momma heart just breaks into thousands of pieces at how completely not ok it all is and how little i can actually do to help him. these are the moments that keep me up at night. his fear, his anxiety, how others see him, how unable i am to help him... these moments that are completely out of my control cause me to buckle under in prayer and tears. and these moments are the ones that God is using to teach me. to be cont...

Monday, December 14, 2015

four

yesterday was our little brooksey's fourth birthday. and of course he wanted to have his party at the fire station. so we did.

major props to grams for getting these firemen to agree to host a kid's birthday party. and even bigger thank you's to the firemen. they showed up on a saturday, and went all out. we didn't just get the standard "field trip" tour... we got the deluxe field trip.

they got out hoses, their gear, two trucks... it was so much fun. jeremy even got in on the fun by trying on the fireman's gear, and we all got a turn spraying the hose. gigi got the cutest cake ever from puffy muffin, and brooks had so much fun opening presents and playing with his cousins and friends!

thank you Arrington Volunteer Fire Department... you're the best!!!

and Happy Birthday Brooks! i hope you actually remember this birthday... we love you!

cue photos:















faithful

i had my post-partum checkup this week. after checking my incision and making sure i wasn't depressed, my doctor and i started talking about the events that occurred during my c-section. he had leaned over the sterile drape during the OR and told me that it was a miracle i had two healthy babies. i didn't think much of it at the time. we know they're miracles. this wasn't breaking news to us. but as we were chatting in his office, he said some things i wasn't expecting. he said that my placenta had been one of the most pitiful he had seen, and that lynnley's umbilical cord was tiny, "skinny"... and then he dropped a bomb. he said that if her heart decelerations had occurred anywhere other than at the doctor's office when i was being monitored, we would have delivered a still-born baby.

just writing that gives me pause. i have to catch my breath a little bit and swallow down the urge to throw up. and in the doctor's office as i breathed "thank you Jesus" and tried not to cry, he laughed and said, "you have your two...move on!"

lynnley was so prayed for in the months leading up to her birth. by our family, our church, everyone we knew, essentially. she was prayed for specifically... for her growth, her health, that everything would work for her good and God's glory. in fact, that's one of the things i was praying in the ambulance... for her good and His glory. it's scripture my dad reminded me of during my pregnancy with brooks...that He works all things for our good and His glory (to them who are called according to His purpose)... he said it at the time to give me hope, and it did. but over the years, i've found myself saying it as a prayer, that God would work things for my good (or whomever's i'm praying for at the time) and His glory. our God has been so faithful in taking care of our precious children. i am blown away and extremely humbled by the miracles He has wrought in their lives, in their bodies, in mine.

and yet i have to ask the questions... would He be any less faithful if He hadn't worked these miracles? would He still be the good Father i know Him to be? what if He hadn't spared my children...would this, too, be for my good and His glory?

the answer is yes. and while i can't wrap my mind around how i would live life under these circumstances, i know that even in that, He would still be good. that He would still be working for my good and His glory, because i love Him and am called to follow Him. His faithfulness isn't dependent on Him doing what i want. it is only dependent upon God being God, which He is in all situations, at all times, every minute of every day. and yes, it's easier to say this having received some mighty big blessings...and i don't always trust, even though i know these things. but God is good. all the time. He is faithful and just and merciful and full of grace. and He has done miraculous things and is doing them still.

there are so many times in our lives that He rescues us, saves us, keeps us from harm, emotionally, physically...so many times that we are unaware of. and this glimpse that i got this week into what He saved us from, into the answered prayers i didn't even know to pray... i can hardly stand the thought of the glory this brings to Him. it's no wonder the bible says every knee will bow. when we meet Jesus, we will be in absolute awe. when we get to know everything that He spared us from... we will fall to our faces, worshiping the one true God.

i heard a song recently at our nephew's violin recital called "He's Always Been Faithful to Me" by Sara Groves. you can listen to it here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cTLfQ05Otk0
this song is so representative of His hand in my life, but my favorite is the last verse, which says "this is my anthem, this is my song, the theme of the stories i've heard for so long"... i've grown up believing in God's goodness, but mostly just on faith. so getting the opportunity to see in the flesh that this is true.. it's just amazing and beautiful, and i say it a lot, but we are so blessed.

He's always been faithful to me.