Showing posts with label Questions I Get Asked. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Questions I Get Asked. Show all posts

13 January 2012

For Nothing, In Everything

Be anxious for nothing, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.
Philippians 4:6

Despite my difficulty in remembering the reference to this verse this morning, I'm guessing that most people who have been to church or Sunday school or read a "religious card" at Hallmark have heard something about this verse before.

Confession:  Sometimes I think to myself, Surely this is backwards somehow.  I mean, really, don't you sometimes want to be anxious in everything, and thankful for nothing, or am I the only one?

Some friends of mine whom I have come to greatly respect have written about their own anxiety related to having children with special needs.  Our three situations are all very different, but as I read their respective blogs, again and again I say, Wow!  That's exactly how I feel or That's IT!  EXACTLY! I wish I could express myself so well.

Susan writes at Daily Coping Skills about her life as mom and teacher to seven children.  Her post about anxiety first got me thinking about writing one of my own.  Read her post, here.

My childhood friend, Christen and her husband write about their lives as parents of children with autism at Theology of Autism.  Jeremy wrote a post the other day that had me laughing and crying; and you can read it, here.

So, here's my attempt.  I'll warn you, it's long, probably not my best writing, but it's from my heart, and it's a start at an attempt to better express myself in an honest but faithful way about what God is doing in my life.

All parents have plenty of reasons to be anxious and weary, even exhausted.  I tell myself this fact quite often.  I tell myself so that I will try to feel less different, feel more normal, and even be hard on myself for not meeting the expectations I think are appropriate, i.e., They do it why can't I?

But I'm finally starting to admit to myself--yes, all parents work really hard and have their own special burdens, but I am not normal; my child is not normal; and the things that my husband and I have to do for him are not normal.  But that's OK.

It's not OK because "it's our normal".  It's not OK because we've learned how to cope with strange things.  It's not OK because we have AWESOME therapists and doctors (which we do, by the way).  And it's not by any means OK because "it could be so much worse."

So, back to the anxiety thing before I say why it's ok.

Paul wrote to the Philippians as they were enduring difficult times.  I don't know exactly what was going on in their lives, but I'm almost willing to guarantee you that they would have said, This is not normal,  though perhaps in greek or latin.  And when things aren't normal, people (yes, I) tend to get anxious.  For example, someone accuses you of lying or of being something you are not because they don't understand you--this isn't usually an every day occurrence, I'd imagine, and you would probably feel at least a little anxious for perhaps different reasons.

In my life my child might have a seizure or we might be told another surgery is needed, and I could begin to feel a little anxious.  Sometimes I'm doing something for my son that requires my full attention, and my daughter starts to do something she finds particularly entertaining but is actually dangerous, and I feel my anxiety rising.  Or people ask those "yet" questions that sometimes put my stomach in knots.

Not normal = increased anxiety

So what did Paul say?  Paul didn't belittle or negate the difficulty the Philippians were enduring.  He acknowledged their circumstances for what they really were - difficult circumstances.  He expressed gratitude for the Philippians and their dedication to the truth (Phil. 1).  He called them to unity, to think of others in the body (Phil 2).  He gave them his own testimony and all the reasons he could point to his own successes and personal resources for hope (Phil. 3), all the while acknowledging the foolishness of trusting in himself.  He said he didn't mind repeating himself.  But above all, he pointed the believers to Christ.

He reminded them (me) of what Christ has done - of what He did to make me His own (Phil 3:12).  He reminds us of how "not normal" Christ's life was.  He encourages us to be like Christ and to find mentors who have this goal as well (Phil 3:17).  He reminds us to remember where our true home has been built, that our current body isn't normal (Phil 3:21).

Then he says, "Rejoice."  Twice.  And then comes the, "don't be anxious..." passage quoted at the beginning of this post.  While we're not being anxious we should talk to God and think about things that are true, honorable, just, pure, lovely, commendable, anything excellent and worthy of praise.  Live this way, don't just hear it, do it.  God will be with you.  The God of PEACE.  (rough summary of Phil 4:4-9)

Oh, I love that word, peace.

Is life hard?  Yes.  Am I tired?  Yes, all the time.  Do I get grumpy and fuss at my children and sometimes wish things were easier, different, or dare I say, normal?  (blushing with a touch of shame) Yes.  Am I sometimes anxious?  Yes.

So what do I want to do instead?

I want to be like Christ and know the peace of God.  How in the world will that ever happen?  Though by no means exhaustive and in no particular order, here are a few ideas:

~Know the truth.  Obviously the truth of God's Word, but also the truth of the life God has given me.  It's hard, there's no getting around that fact.  Denying that life is hard attempts to exalt my supposed strength and resources and belittles the amazing strength, grace and peace God gives.

~Be in community, striving for unity, looking for ways to minister.  Our time isn't always as free and flexible as I would like, but it's amazing what you can do when sitting by your child who's lying in a hospital bed or waiting for him to finish his "flush" 3 days a week.  I can't be as involved in our local body as I would like, but I can always pray.  The list of prayer needs is endless.  Few things increase my love for others and desire for unity as prayer.  Prayer forces me to look to Christ.  Learning how God answers prayer increases my faith.

~Find a mentor.  This is challenging for me and perhaps for all parents with special needs kids because it requires a lot of time.  We have several wonderful examples in Scripture to whom we can look, but having a person with whom I can talk and pray and be completely honest without fear of judgment has been a gift from God I greatly treasure.

~Remember.  Remember what Christ did to make me His.  Remember His grace at the times of need (which have been many).  As Paul wrote, Not that I have already obtained this [way to live for Christ] or am already perfect, but I press on to make it my own, because Christ Jesus has made me his own. (Phil. 3:12)

Why is everything OK though not normal?  It's OK because this is the life that God has given me, and He has made me His own.  He gives the grace that brings peace.  When I think that I can do things for myself, I get anxious.  When I remember the truth of God's Word and Christ's life and sacrifice, then I find that anxiety less powerful, and I pray that I become more like Christ.

And because every post is better with a picture of my adorable children, here's one of my recent favorites:



12 January 2012

In Case You Haven't Heard...

We've had a few changes in our lives, and I'm pretty sure that most of our friends and family have heard the news, but just in case you're interested and you haven't heard the news, here it is:

We're not pregnant, if that's what you're thinking.  Here's what it really is:

After many long talks to God and each other and seeking counsel, Thomas and I have decided that we need to have Isaiah in the States more than in Russia in order for him to have the care that he needs.  We will continue ministry in Russia, living there during the summer.  That's the short of it, but if you want more details, you can keep reading a little bit...

Isaiah receives amazing physical therapy here in MS.  We have searched and searched in St. Petersburg, Russia, a city of 5 million people, and we have not been able to find anything close to the therapy that Isaiah gets here.  Every time we would be in Russia for more than 3 months, we would see his physical development stagnate and even regress in some areas.  His braces would not fit well, his body would start twisting in new directions, his legs would get tighter, etc.  I was simply not equipped to take care of those needs without the help of therapists and orthotists and surgeons.

Isaiah and Nadia are our first mission field.  God has given them directly to us, and we want to care for them body and soul as we follow the calling that God has given us.  God has given us a really good option to meet the physical and developmental needs of our son and still be involved in the ministry in Russia, and we are very excited!

Our mission agency InterAct Ministries offered Thomas some additional responsibilities involving fundraising, recruitment, and videography.  I say "additional" because he will continue to be the director of the work for InterAct in Russia.  As a family we will be moving to the Portland, OR area for Thomas to be able to work from the home office in Boring, OR (yes, that's right) for 9 months every year.  We will then travel to Russia for 3 months during the summer to continue different ministries there.

The move to OR is scheduled for Fall 2012 after our return from Russia this summer.

We are very thankful that we have not had to say "goodbye" to Russia.  We still love the country and her people.

This new aspect of our ministry will still require us to raise our support for salary and travel and all that good jazz.  Thankfully our current supporters have been, well, supportive, in our decision.  We are always looking for other people to partner with us in prayer and in financial giving.  If you would like to learn more about how to do that, please visit Hope To Russia, the site that Thomas has been working on to keep all our ministry developments in one place.

And that's why I've changed the blog name, again.

01 September 2010

This Is How It's Done

When my mom was with us, she got to see first hand how we get around the city, and she thought that our friends on Planet America would like to see how it's done.

So let's go for a walk to the metro...

First, make sure you have everything you need for the kids:  Diapers, changes of clothes, snacks, drinks, burp cloths, you know the drill.
Then grab your keys and passports for everyone.
Next, buckle up Isaiah in his wheel chair and strap Nadia into her carrier.  Depending on the time of year, this can take anywhere from 20-45 minutes, but now you're ready to go!

We leave our apartment and walk down the hallway.

that's our door at the end, so we get to walk past all the stuff in the hallway on our way to the big metal door

Unlock the thick metal door.

it helps to pull him through backwards
the door behind Mama is to the stairway

Wait for the elevator.



Looks like a decent size, right?

Then push Isaiah in and there's room for two more people, thankfully that's usually all we need, and we don't mind squishing a bit.

see that little space to the right?  that's for me.

Exit the elevator and go down the "handicap accessible" stairs.

kids, don't try this alone!

Go out the apartment building door and down the "handicap accessible" stairs to the sidewalk.



Then walk about 15-20 minutes to the metro, pull Isaiah up a couple steps (at our station, that is), go through the heavy glass doors (thankfully during summer there's only one heavy door!), go through the turnstile area and down the escalator, yes with the wheel chair.


And then you're ready to get on the train and ride wherever you're going.

So now you know how it's done.

12 November 2009

Because I Forget Who I've Told

Well, a couple months ago I asked my friends to pray about some tests that I was going to have run, and I actually have the results, but I can't remember who I've told. While I could keep this info to myself, I realize that there are people who would like to know but who I probably won't see and therefore won't remember to tell the scoop.

So here goes...

My doctor tested for all kinds of "normal" things like thyroid, blood sugar, etc. She also tested for "not-so-normal" stuff like Protein S and MTHFR (Methylenetetrahydrofolate reductase). Turns out that I have a double genetic mutation of MTHFR, which basically means that my body doesn't absorb folic acid or vitamin Bs properly. So now we know why Isaiah has spina bifida. It also means that I am likely to have blood clots, which is probably what happened with our first miscarriage.

So what does this mean?

Basically for the rest of my child-bearing years, whether or not we're "trying" to get pregnant, I need to take an exorbitant amount of folic acid to help prevent any further neural tube defects. I've been taking this for several years now. Also when God blesses us with our next child, I need to take a mild blood thinner in order to lower the chances of having another blood clot. If I have surgery of any kind I also have to take something afterwards, but I don't remember what that is.

So that's the general gist of it all. I included the links in case you more medical types wanted to know more details. Me, I'm just thankful for copy and paste because there's no way that I'll ever remember what MTHFR stands for!

So when I have told people about this, they always ask about my reaction. Part of me doesn't want to answer this question, but perhaps my honesty about my learning during this time will be helpful.

When I first heard the results I felt relief. Whew, we have an answer and something that can be done. Then for some reason when someone else asked me how I felt, I had this yucky reaction: Oh yeah, it's great knowing that my body can either give my babies a birth defect or kill them. Yeah, that's great.

I'm not proud of that reaction at all, but it's the truth. For a couple weeks I really struggled with these thoughts. I firmly believe that God has created me the way that He wants me, and all my children are designed by Him as well. But I was upset that He made my body the way He did, and not just the body image issues that people have, I mean this effects more than just me. With lots and lots of prayer sessions with God, some less than restful nights and buckets of tears, I was finally able to set aside those thoughts and praise God for the way that He made me and pray that I will be used for His glory no matter what happens with the babies that He gives to us. His way is perfect, even when I don't understand.

He is worthy.

10 November 2008

What Do You Eat?

While we enjoy eating Russian food, we really don't know how to cook it, besides of course opening a bag of pelmini and dumping it into boiling water, then waiting 12-15 minutes for the ravioli-like pasta to finish cooking.

So we cook American food.  One of our friends in Yazoo City sent us his special sausage seasoning.  Wow!  We have been eating high on the hog, literally.  And we've even mixed it in with some ground chicken as well.  Quite tasty!


I've been trying to expand my cooking repertoire, and for that task, I often turn to the 2 cookbooks that I brought with me from the States.  Below you'll see the Better Crocker cookbook that I brought with me.  I LOVE this cookbook.  When I don't know how to cook something or cut something or separate something, I turn to this wonderful cookbook.  Here I can read all the technical cooking terms in plain language.  I've also found some great recipes, which is no small task considering some ingredients aren't here, or at least I don't know how to translate them yet!


The other cookbook was given to me at a bridal shower.  It is full of recipes from women in my family and Thomas' family and all the women who attended the shower.  It's very special and contains some of our favorite dishes!

And in that attempt to cook more entrees, I tried calzones from my Better Crocker cookbook.  Yes, one of them messed up because the recipe said to spread egg on top to help it brown, but the book didn't know that I have a communist stove.  Yes, really, I'm not kidding, check out the CCCP (that means USSR) on the front of the stove!  So, anyway, we've made lots of jokes about the stove, but the basic problem is that it only heats from the top, so unless I cover things, they burn, and quickly!  So I put egg on 2 of the calzones before I realized that this might not be a good idea, and sure enough, I was right.  Oh well, I know for next time.





23 October 2008

What's The Hardest Thing?

That's another question that comes up a lot from people at home, "What's the hardest thing about living in St. Petersburg?".

So here's my somewhat convoluted answer:

At different times different things are hard.  Without doubt the whole language thing is a doozy (or however you spell that).  But other than that obvious one, which has plenty of stories on its own, there are a few other difficult things.  I don't know that I can narrow it down to THE HARDEST thing of all, but here are a few, in no particular order:

  • Weather--when it's beautiful in St. P, it's really beautiful, but when it's not, it's really not!  This difficulty took me by surprise, which might have increased the trouble I had with it last year.  This year I have been more prepared mentally for the increased clouds and days and days without sun, but the weather still takes its toll.  For instance, already the sun isn't very visible until after 8am, and that's on a sunny day; if it's a cloudy day the sky just becomes a slightly lighter shade of gray until it returns to darkness that evening.  Getting up in that darkness is difficult because you think, "Surely it's not 6:30 already!".  And there's something about the pressure changes here that literally make your head swimmy and bring on more headaches than I recall having in the States.
  • Loneliness--this one also isn't quite as bad as last year because now I have several more friends.  Those of you have have moved to a new place where you knew virtually no one can relate to this, I'm sure; but then add to that the inability to actually talk to anyone because you have no idea what they are saying and you can't be understood either, and you can more fully understand the loneliness that can occur here.  But as I said, it's much better now than last year!
  • Church--yes, this might surprise you, but going to church has been hard for me.  Again the language factor plays a huge part here.  As my understanding of Russian increases, so does my desire to go to church; but this has been a big struggle for me.  Thank God for iTunes and podcasts!
  • Transportation--in some ways this isn't too bad; I enjoy all the walking that we do; however, as Isaiah gets bigger and heavier, this has been a bit more of a challenge, so I thought I'd go ahead and add it to the list.  Russia has just about zero comprehension of what "handicap accessible" means, which also effects young children until they can walk.
So, there's a long answer to what might be thought a simple question.  And just so you know, the difficulties definitely don't outweigh the joy of living here with my family.  I get to learn a new language, provide my child with the knowledge of  a different culture, and best of all know that I'm following God's calling for my life as a wife and mother living in a foreign land.

And by the way, if you have any questions that you'd like answered, whether they're about Russia or anything else for that matter, please feel free to ask them in the comment section or to email me at theslawsons (at) siberiangrits (dot) com.

29 September 2008

Since You Asked...

Here's another question we were frequently asked in the States:

What can we send you in packages?

I like this question.  Some people even wrote down a list!  But in case anyone else is wondering, I thought that I'd tell you some of the things that we enjoy receiving.  This really isn't a hint, well not too much of one anyway; because we can get a lot of great stuff here.  But there really isn't anything quite like the things you are familiar with from where you grew up.

So here they are in no particular order (and not limited by this list):

-Chocolate chips (Russians haven't realized yet how delicious fresh Chocolate Chip Cookies are!)
-Hot Tamales (the candy, the other kind wouldn't exactly ship well)
-Lithium batteries (this is to keep the pictures coming)
-Material for making Isaiah clothes
-Elastic (they seem to have 2 sizes here that I can find--itty bitty and really wide!)
-Whole bean coffee
-Decaf coffee
-Sensodyne toothpaste
-Vitamins
-Pictures of YOU
-Peppermint flavored candy
-Jiffy Cornbread Mix
-Index cards (for vocab flash cards)
-Veggie Tales music CDs, or some good kids' music; Isaiah asks for his music every day!
-Doritos (I think they might make it ok) :)
-Construction paper
-Hershey kisses
-Zicam
-Instant Dr. Pepper mix :)  Ok, so this doesn't really exist.
-Any helpful toddler learning tools
-Isaiah LOVES books!
-Contact paper
-Any good book you've read

When I think of other things, I might update the list.  And just in case you want to reference this later, I'm going to keep a link on the sidebar.  I feel really weird doing this, like I'm asking for things, which I guess I am, but it really is because people said that they wanted to know.  So now you know.

Oh, and you should also know that packages take about 6 weeks to get here--sometimes less.  If you would like our address info, email me, and I can send you a pdf version that you can print out so you don't have to fool with the cyrillic alphabet.

Anything you'd like from Russia?