Back to School...

Well, we are very excited to be working our way towards adoption! So when we got our packet of info, I could hardly wait to start! But it turns out it was a bunch of homework! We have to do 12 hours of adoption training (online courses) before we can begin compiling our dossier! Heath and I have to do it together. Do you know how hard it is to find quiet time to study together, when you have a 2-year-old and a 4-year old!??? It basically leaves 8-9 or 10 pm (after the boys' bedtime and before ours). Of course, last night we couldn't do any studying because we had to watch LOST. Priorities must stay in order of course! =) Seriously though, I'm glad that we get to study this and get prepared. And it gives us stuff to talk about, which is nice too. But I'll be really glad when we move onto the next step!

Storms

Our family's had a rough week. Some news and some burdens are just too heavy to bear. How often I forget that I don't have to carry those burdens alone. God is helping me to slowly give it over to Him and to trust Him. I am so thankful for the friends and family and Savior that I have.

I hope this doesn't break any copyright laws, but here's a song that has really spoken to me today.

I was sure by now, God, you would have reached down
and wiped our tears away, stepped in and saved the day.
But once again, I say Amen and it's still raining.
As the thunder rolls, I barely hear your whisper through the rain, "I am with you"
And as your mercy falls I raise my hands, and praise the God who gives
. . . and takes away.

I'll praise you in this storm, and I will lift my hands
that you are who you are, no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried you hold in your hand, you never left my side
And though my heart is torn, I will praise you in this storm

I remember when I stumbled in the wind
you heard my cry, you raised me up again
My strength is almost gone
How can I carry on if I can't find you?
As the thunder rolls, I barely hear your whisper through the rain, "I am with you"
And as your mercy falls I raise my hands, and praise the God who gives
. . . and takes away.

I'll praise you in this storm, and I will lift my hands
that you are who you are, no matter where I am
and every tear I've cried you hold in your hand, you never left my side.
And though my heart is torn, I will praise you in this storm

I lift my eyes unto the hills. Where does my help come from?
My help comes from the Lord, the maker of heaven and earth

And though my heart is torn, I will praise you in this storm.