These photos are from five years ago. They make me smile. They also make me a little bit blurry eyed. We'd been here less than a full month on this Valentine's Day.
Britt and Paige were 15 and 11. Isaac and Hope were 4 and Noah was not yet 2. No one knew there would be a Phoebe or a Lydia. We had no idea how much we did not know about Haiti (or anything). No idea. We also had no idea how awesomely God would love us and carry us through some big stuff in the months and years ahead.
Mesi Bondye.
Troy spent the day struggling to decide what to do and finally came to the conclusion that he wants to go be with his Mom and Dad to try to walk with them through another hard thing. I told the kids tonight that it was good to share their Daddy with his Mommy and Daddy because they are very sad and tired.
Isaac said, "It is the way we can help them, by letting Daddy go be there." Noah said, "We can take turns sleeping in Dad's spot. That will make it fun." Hope sighed in her uber wise way and said, "I am sad for them. That's really hard." I smiled and nodded and thanked them for being so kind and understanding. ( I neglected to tell them how all day long I was wishing Troy did not have to leave and fighting my own selfish-jerky ways.) How much of a butt kicking is it when six and nine year olds respond with more maturity than their mother?
(Answer: a big butt kicking)
Our Valentine's Day verse: "Greater love has no one than this, that one lay down his life for his friends." John 15:13


7 comments:
sorry. I hate when my man leaves...for whatever the reason! Especially his long mission trips. But, I see where God lifts me up and holds me tighter so I can get through it. Then, as soon as he comes back, He lets me go a tad.
(((prayers)))
Had you on my heart and in my prayers all day.
(((hugs)))
even tho I know you hate them
~Carol C
I'm sorry Troy has to go, but in the end I don't think we ever regret those moments.
It was fun to see those pictures of the kids. They were SO little/young! I remember coming with Gary, Carolyn and Barb to meet you guys a couple weeks before that. How fun.
It is so hard. I too hate it when my kids are mature than me. Praying for Troys mom and dad and for all of you.
Hope sounds like quite the little counselor with her perfectly empathetic response :)
Don't be too hard on yourself Tara. We moms naturally hate it when dads have to leave, because we know even more work than usual will fall on our shoulders. You have quite the full plate as it is with 6 kids in Haiti, your responsibilities at Harbor House, etc.
So I can understand your dreading of Troy's going. But of course, you understand he needs to go. And that sometimes we do things because they need to be done, even if we can't always muster a 100% positive attitude about it. Give yourself a break.
Praying for the whole Livesay family, including Troy's parents and grandparents.
Terri U.
Just in case you haven't heard it recently: just wanted you to know last week this stranger talked about you and your refreshing honesty about the experiences you undergo. (Is it wrong to be glad to see someone overseas has similar struggles and isn't supersaint?) Your words about God and what's going on in your part of the world are not only prayer reminders but also thought provokers. Keep the honest writing coming, please!
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