Saturday, February 27, 2016

good grief

Grief is a never-ending thing when you lose someone you love.

I have dreams often and I wake up and I am overwhelmed because reality is so different.

A dream I had last night....

I had just come to the states and Holly and the girls(Holly's girls and my girls), I think mom was there too, had decided to go yardsale-ing for the baby... We bumped into a big church one (hit the jackpot) holly was always a good yardsaler. I remember seeing the girls faces smiling (Holly's daughters) as they pushed around a cart full of stuff. We kept seeing people we knew and I stop to give them a kiss and a hug ...Sweet sister in-laws, family, and dear friends. Holly and I were hunting down stuff and snickering about things we found at the sale... The girls and I left one room and realized Holly wasn't with us and went back to find her... 

Then I woke up...

At first I remembered how sweet it was to see my friends and sister in laws after such a long time but then it hit me who I was laughing and shopping with..... Who I missed most of all.....


.... Being away is hard.... But the reality is when I get home,the home I have known the longest, I am still missing her. There is no sweet reunion. It will be the hardest thing about coming back....my life long best friend who I have shared every life experience with since birth is missing.

I won't be able to show her my daughter. Or swing and talk together over life. Even though by God's grace and strength Bryant is doing a wonderful job caring for his 4 children... The house seems empty, to me, without her. All I have left of her is a grave and a tree. I know that will be the hardest thing about coming back... because the reality of her being gone is even more real when you are where she should be.

When you lose someone you love.... You are forever changed. I don't know how many times this year I have told Jonathan ... I really am not the same person I once was... It is true....I feel like I am slowly coming back into trusting the Father (hanging my hammock in Him- Bruchko)  .... Though my relationship with Him looks so different than before.

I would like to say that I went through this trial and my faith grew.... But I know it was more like Job's second response.... The one where he is questioning God and wondering where God is in the midst of all of his trials....he says ..."why?" "Where?" "My spirit is broken"

This weekend I spent some time with the sweet lover of my soul and He so tenderly showed me His response to Job in chapter's 38 and 39 - the "where were you when I...." speech.

After that Job is silent.

Then when he does speak he says, "I know that you can do all things and that no purpose of yours can be thwarted... I have uttered what I did not understand- things too wonderful for me. I have heard of You by ear but now my eyes see You... Therefore I despise myself and repent in dust and ashes"

I am overwhelmed this weekend ... In Him there is only true contentment.... No one and no thing can ever satisfy. So my soul trusts Him and says....

"May the Lord do what seems good to Him..." 1 Chronicles 19:12-13

"Wherefore let him that suffer according to the will of God commit the keeping of their soul to Him in well doing, as unto the faithful Creator." 1Peter 4:19

And lastly as I think about this little one who constantly feels like she is trying bust out with her kicks and twirls...
"He gives and He takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord!" Job 1:21

We have given her a name.... Adelaide Beth Grooms


Adelaide (pronounced: AH - DUH - LAID) means “Noble and kind” - the name Heidi is derived from it. Beth means “promised to God” or “God is satisfaction” . She is named “Beth” after her aunt, my dear sister, “Holly Beth Mcdaniel”, Holly lived simply and she believed that God was the ultimate satisfaction.  The name has both a bit of Heidi and Holly in it reminding me of our sisterhood. I pray she will be like her aunt one day…. content in whatever God brings.


Sunday, January 17, 2016

my baby is turning 3 years old...

As we are nearing Nations 3rd birthday and I am pregnant with the little one inside. I think more and more of Nations’ birth mother.

Feeling the little one inside me kick, reading how she is already learning my scent. I grieve with Nations the loss of her birth mother, and I grieve with her mother, though I don’t know if she is alive or dead, the loss of the beautiful treasure of Nations. I don’t know the circumstances of why she left her but I know that Nations will always be in her heart… she could never forget.

I love my little African Queen with all my heart. I feel so blessed that I get to be her mother, but I know of the heartache that she will soon experience as she lives a life without the one who brought her into the world the one whose expressions she holds the one she most likely looks like. Sometimes I wonder if I bumped into her birth mother if I would recognize her or maybe she resembles her birth father. You always try to protect your children from sadness and heartache but this one i can't protect her from. 

Here, where we are living, many people ask about her. Adoption is not common here - it is actually not allowed – the children who lose parents or are born out of marriage are institutionalized. Most of the non-believers here assume she is a child from second wife, but when I claim her as mine they don’t understand. I try to explain but it is hard to explain it in the language. I now have resolved to tell them she is just mine and not explain it unless they are close friends… I sense Nations is old enough to listen and I think it confuses her.

She is loved by everyone here, though. She wins them over with her beautiful smile and her friendly nature.  She constantly is talking and says “why?” at least 20 times a day. She is very loving… I see both Perpetua and Nations being strong women… with different focuses. I can see Nations will be that girl that has many friends and will never know a stranger. I think she truly cares for people even so little. Currently she is very concerned about mommy’s recent boo boo and is checking on me constantly.

She also does everything that Petcha does and copies what she says. 

As I write this now… she snuggles in bed with me playing with a few cars acting out some story with the cover over her head. She loves being close to me… she is the one that gets up now and runs to our bed in the morning to snuggle… sometimes a little too early for mommy….

On a side note - Praise the LORD! We have both of them in underwear now… it is like potty training twins… I think I have literally been handling other people’s poo for over 8 years now… something you don’t think about when you think about what it takes to be a parent. J  BUT is does come with the job.


I remember longing for a little brown eyed baby through adoption… and now as I stare into her deep brown eyes I feel so honored and happy to get to be the mommy of this little remarkable lady who consequently just fell asleep beside me.

Lord teach me to seize the day with these little ones of Yours that You have given into my care. 


Tuesday, November 17, 2015

Showing love...




Over my little life-time of walking with Jesus I have begged for His compassion for the lost and His mercy for the church instead of my naturally selfish heart. 

I don’t pretend to know the answers to the world’s questions that are arising and the impending trials that I think we will all face soon enough. But I wanted to share some stories that have opened my little worldview over the last year.

Fear grows to hate -

Many Iraqi Refugees who are believers have told me that Christ has become their everything. In most of their stories they share that they were religious - going to church on holiday’s - but they never really knew God. Many times they followed religion to avoid shame or out of fear. Yet when they were confronted with the convert or die message from the “You know who”… they knew God was real and wouldn’t convert instead they fled. When they came here… it was the first time many of them heard about this relationship with God. The first time they really “met with God” and now they are so hungry to know Him not just about Him. Some of them even thank God for the trials they have gone through because they have brought them to truly finding Him... the source of life and joy despite the hard circumstance.

When I spend time with them and I hear their stories of faith through persecution… I feel so humbled. I know many of them for the first time are reading the Bible and understanding God’s heart.

Most of the Iraqi believers who I am talking about are afraid though. Many of them will pray for the “You know who” that has persecuted them and is persecuting and hurting others now. But they are afraid of any person of the Majority faith here (M). They were told since they were children not to talk to M people. That all M people hate them and want to kill them.

I can see why they would be afraid, they have seen the “You know who” and other extremist groups kill their family members and neighbors. When we talk about loving the (M) people there is a bit of disgust and hatred in their heart. I think it started with fear and a little bitterness and that grew to a hate for not just the “You know who” but ever person that is an (M) … their hate is surrounded by fear …. This is something only God can change.

I have never faced what they have faced, yet many believers have and have had the faith and strength to love their enemies even while they are being persecuted ....even being burned at the stake… that strength only comes only from God.

Jesus loved even on the cross…He said… “forgive them for they know not what they do.”

From comments I read and notes we get sometimes, I can see the fear rising up in believers everywhere…. My prayer is that fear does not let hate get a foothold…but instead turns to fearing only one… and that is God… that fear is the beginning of wisdom.

When we put our trust in God and not in chariots…etc. and fear Him and His commands only….. our perspective changes… when we look at people through His eyes….. our compassion rises… a compassion so great that would have us love all people even our enemies… this is a work that He can only do in our hearts.

But even if you should suffer for what is right, you are blessed. “Do not fear their threats; do not be frightened.” 1 Peter 3:14

There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love. 1 John 4:18

“But to you who are listening I say: Love your enemies, do good to those who hate you, 28 bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. 29 If someone slaps you on one cheek, turn to them the other also. If someone takes your coat, do not withhold your shirt from them. 30 Give to everyone who asks you, and if anyone takes what belongs to you, do not demand it back. 31 Do to others as you would have them do to you.

32 “If you love those who love you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners love those who love them.33 And if you do good to those who are good to you, what credit is that to you? Even sinners do that.34 And if you lend to those from whom you expect repayment, what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners, expecting to be repaid in full. 35 But love your enemies, do good to them, and lend to them without expecting to get anything back. Then your reward will be great, and you will be children of the Most High, because he is kind to the ungrateful and wicked. 36 Be merciful, just as your Father is merciful. Luke 6:27-36

Everyone needs to see His love in action -

We have also been in the homes of many Syrians/(M) people. Most of their stories are similar … their poverty and lack of help is even greater than Iraqi I have seen.

They fled because the “You know who” was bombing their cities, destroying their homes, and business, raping their daughters and wives, kidnapping their children. They too left everything behind and find themselves here in-between but with less help than the Iraqis because there are more of them and few organizations to help them. They too are religious out of fear and to avoid shame. Both Iraqi Christians and Syrians would say that they are born into their religion.

Many Syrians are at a crisis point. Every one I have visited… do not want to kill me… they are desperately fleeing the evil “You know who” and looking for safe place to call home. They are desperate to see His love.

People are so valuable. As I think about all of my friends here - Iraqi, Syrian, Jordanian, Egyptian… they are each so special to our God. He created them and has been pursing them since their first breath, He knows the hairs on their heads.. He knows the secret fears in their hearts, the sadness, the joy, He loves them each.

Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit. Rather, in humility value others above yourselves,  not looking to your own interests but each of you to the interests of the others. Phil. 2:3-4

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As an American I have never seen war up close. I have never had to leave everything I know - my home, family without ever coming back or knowing if and when I will see them again. I have never been at that point where there was nothing to feed my children. Or had to sleep on the streets. Or had to ask for a blanket because I didn’t have the money to buy one.  I have never seen someone killed in front of me, or been shot at. Or not been able to provide for my family because I was not allowed to work in the country I was in. I have never been a refugee.

After talking and spending time with my dear friends here that are refugees…. I realize more and more that I don’t know what it would be like to lose all of that.

A few weeks ago for the first time ever we were minorly persecuted.  Some kids threw rocks at our community center van full of kids. They had been causing trouble for a while. They threatened our boys with a stick in their hands (our sweet friendly boys had no idea since all they can say is “what’s your name?” in Arabic... they were trying to make friends with them). The police took care of the problem but it felt different to be pointed out for our faith… I never really felt that before. The last few weeks we have realized the kids are really just bored street kids with alcoholic fathers and busy moms. They were showing hate because that is what they had felt.

Last week with a team here doing the medical clinic we had the opportunity to show love to their families and my kids played with these same street boys for 2 days straight. They really needed love and attention and it was so fun to be able to give it to them.

It made me think maybe some of these “You know who” were just little kids that knew not love. What if they instead were shown the love and attention that we all need?

I do know that God loves all people and I joy in opportunities to show people this Love that God gives so freely.

What good is it, dear brothers and sisters, if you say you have faith but don’t show it by your actions? Can that kind of faith save anyone?  Suppose you see a brother or sister who has no food or clothing, and you say, “Good-bye and have a good day; stay warm and eat well,” but then you don’t give that person any food or clothing. What good does that do? So you see faith by itself isn’t enough.  Unless it produces good deeds, it is dead and useless. James 2:14-17

We are here because Christ’s love compels us.

For Christ's love compels us, because we are convinced that one died for all, and therefore all died.  2nd Corinthians 5:14


We show love because that is what He does and we are joining Him in what He is doing.

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