Tuesday, July 23, 2013

and then there were 5

Since Deacon was little, we have [quote.unquote] prevented more kiddos.

We knew that we were in the midst of a life change when he was a tot and weren't really sure what the future might look like for us. We had kinda always said four was our number, so the idea was also around, but never a high priority. Last fall, it was time to have my IUD out because the time limit for it was drawing near.

We decided that we would just let it be. If God chose to give us more . . . great! 
If not, we love the ones we have and they're pretty freaking great.

But apparently, God wasn't done with us. And He obviously has a sense of humor.


And no, you're not seeing things.

There's two.

Here we go again.

Monday, June 17, 2013

Big Day!

I'm slowing making some progress on the new design - it would be easier if Blogger would cooperate.
Slowly but surely.
New Header . . . love it. It's a mix a things that make up the Tharpes. I'll post about it soon.
And just ignore the blue post titles & the gray boxes, oh and the shadows under the pics . . . as soon as Blogger starts working correctly again, that will all be taking care of.

Moving on . . . .

Yesterday was a big day for us. . .


After weeks of questions, lots of prayers & conversations . . . . The God of the Universe knew that Friday, June 14, 2013 was to be Ella's day of Salvation and on our bed,  in mine & Brock's arms, she prayed for Him to come live inside of her. And on Father's Day, her Daddy had the privilege of baptizing her.

It's the moment of parenting that you most wait for & feel the most inadequate for.

I kept thinking about the night she & Sophie were born & how we gave them to Him that night.
It was almost like coming full circle.
Thank God that our children are His - they're just on loan to us & when He's ready, He calls them to Him.

Ella, we love you more than you will ever know & are so proud of you, not just this day but every day.
We can't wait to see what God has planned for you!

Tuesday, May 21, 2013

You knew it was coming.

I know I've said it a million few times.
But once again, I'm giving the 'ole blog a revamp.
Check back soon.
Updates. Life. A new look. And maybe some consistency.

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

the red X

I've been churning this post for a while.
Over a year to be exact.
But I thought today would be a good day to share.
And it may be long, so stay with me.

It goes back to early January 2012.
I was busy getting my house & myself ready to spend a few days away at the Passion conference in Atlanta. I was tagging along as the driver for the group & was excited to spend a few days under the words & songs of this conference - a place that shaped me in many ways years ago.

The night before we left, I had one of the scariest, most realist yet unrealistic dreams I have ever had.
It was about my Sophie and she was lost. Taken, in fact.
We were canvasing the neighborhood in search for my girl.
I found myself in a house with many floors & many rooms.
Each door opened was another dead end.
Until I opened one and there she was.
But she was different.
She was in a dress.
She had make-up on her face and bows in her hair.
Her eyes were empty.
And when she saw me, she didn't recognize me.
I scooped my girl up, carried her out of the door and woke from that horrid nightmare.

The next morning, I felt sick when I woke.
I remember going to find Sophie when my feet hit the floor.
She was snuggled on the couch watching cartoons, like any other morning without school.
I'm sure she thought it was weird that I squeezed her tight & kissed her rounded cheeks that morning, seeing as I'm usually non-functioning until after my coffee, but I knew the exact reason for my affections that morning. I hugged & kissed everyone goodbye & headed to Atlanta, all the while still trying to process that hellish dream from the night before. I kept trying to recall all the little details from it & wondered where this literal nightmare had came from?

Fast forward to the second day of the Passion conference.
The speaker's name is Christine Cain & she's an abolitionist, front runner of the A21 campaign and she has me from the first words out of her mouth . . . " there are 27 million people living in slavery today, that's more than ANY other time in the history of our world . . . 80% are women and CHILDREN forced into the sex industry . . ."
I felt myself break. I was appalled, angry even at the fact that I was completely oblivious to her statements.
How could this be?!
She begins to tell a story of what first awakened her to this injustice that is very much still spreading.
She was in an airport where a little girl was lost.
A little blond headed girl who was taken.
Her portrait hung all over the airport - a family desperate to find the little girl they loved.
Hoping & praying that the worst of their imagination hadn't come true - that she wasn't sold or trafficked.
That she was safe & they would find her soon.
A little girl in the airport.
Her name was Sophie.

Here we are, a year after, and I still don't fully understand where that dream came from and the obvious connection it has with the story I was to hear days later.
I still don't know that extents of what God has awakened in me that day about these things.
I'm over a year out from that day and still pray everyday for a way to be a voice.
So, here's my voice today.
the red X.
It's not to be cool. or hip. or cliche'.
To me, it's a way to use my voice today.
A way to raise awareness.
A way to being an end.
A way to speak for those who can not speak for themselves.
A way to speak for all the "Sophie's" in the world.

We hear your voices.
We'll fight your fight until there is no more.