<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118</id><updated>2011-07-08T09:08:13.376-05:00</updated><category term='Grace and Anna on the 4th'/><title type='text'>Sweet Anna</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Cindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_COqBmyLO2vo/R78mpXQNZYI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cEc-LQ53RtU/S220/FCC+CNY+08+c(78).jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-9019920131727572247</id><published>2009-09-02T13:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:47:09.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>www.annasforeverfamily.blogspot.com</title><content type='html'>CLICK ON &lt;a href="http://www.annasforeverfamily.blogspot.com"&gt;"HERE"&lt;/a&gt; AND CONTINUE TO FOLLOW OUR NEW JOURNEY.&lt;br /&gt;GOD BLESS!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-9019920131727572247?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9019920131727572247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=9019920131727572247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/9019920131727572247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/9019920131727572247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/09/wwwannasforeverfamilyblogspotcom.html' title='www.annasforeverfamily.blogspot.com'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-1201646575153606159</id><published>2009-08-27T08:09:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T13:44:22.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Goodbye</title><content type='html'>I am standing strongly on the top of the largest mountain ever. My Everest. Standing along side me is my sweet husband &amp; rare gem of a daughter. The Holy Spirit is the wind that blows His sweet breeze against our skin. We are alive! We are breathing and no matter how thin the air is it is the view that catches in our lungs. We see the valley that we walked in the shadow of death. We see the unbeaten and unmarked path that the Lord guided us on every step of the way. We know it was His help and His stewards here on earth that helped us every inch. So we take in His complete majesty, raise our hands high and exhale in the mightiest song of praise we have in us. Our salvation is our reward. Everyday that we crawled through was nothing in comparison to His sacrifice. How humbling. How beautiful. So the character of our Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we close this blog today. It is with a sore heart that I do this. One that has been worked out so much in the last year. This muscle though sore is strong. Strong enough to welcome the new journey....our journey. We welcome you to join us now&lt;a href="http://www.annasforeverfamily.blogspot.com"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HERE&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. www.annasforeverfamily.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;This will be our blog now. It will follow the beginning of our family's call. The call of Anna's legacy. To unite special needs orphans all over the earth with their forever families. To assist financially with those adoptions and to follow each Christ ordained family after the adoption.  We will follow them and when the medical expenses start coming in our foundation will assist with those too. So we welcome you to follow us....we pray that you will. We know God is working His plan in our lives and we are excited in what that plan holds. God bless you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing Strong but always In His Hands,&lt;br /&gt;Jo, Tony &amp; Gracie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; II Corinthians 12:9-10&lt;br /&gt;"But He said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-1201646575153606159?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1201646575153606159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=1201646575153606159&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/1201646575153606159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/1201646575153606159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/saying-goodbye.html' title='Saying Goodbye'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-5562759618273040299</id><published>2009-08-26T23:32:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T08:09:50.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Peach, The Red Cross &amp; Froggy Jammers</title><content type='html'>August 26, 2008......at 11:33pm I was surrounded by several of the most special women God could grace a women's life with. They had come to Vandy to pray. We prayed for a divine answer no matter what it was. He would answer that prayer not even 24 hours later. The damage to the cerebral cortex was so extensive no one could survive--especially my little Anna. Anna was wearing 12-18 month clothes at the time of her death. The little embroidered dress I had bought for her in China while there in June is what I picked for her to be presented in at her funeral. That little dress was so sweet.....white with a bouquet of spring flowers at the bodice and then flower petals cascading down from the bouquet to fall to the bottom hem of the dress. It was simple &amp; delicate. Very much like my Anna. Not too much but very feminine. I loved that dress. I had not had the opportunity to put her in it until the day I took it to the funeral home. I carried in my hands that could not stop sweating, the dress, a pair of socks with white bows on the cuff, white China squeaky shoes w/ a pink daisy button on each and a little white bow for her hair. It is the outfit I had planned to have her dedicated in at church the first Sunday after her catherization. She would have loved wearing that dress. I picture her with something similar in heaven. My sweet peach dancing in the golden streets with angels all around her. Did I ever tell you that was what her Chinese name meant? Sweet peach. Grace still refers to her as that. I believe she always will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tony &amp; I sat earlier tonight and expressed our hearts to one another better than we have in the last 12 months. The freedom of surviving the 1st year must allow walls to crumble, tears to fall and praises to be raised. My sweet husband who holds so much in showed me tears for the first time in almost a year. God bless him, he would tear up but to cry was a different thing. He finally let go....thank you God for letting him let go and trust me enough to witness it. He had just shared with me how Christ had convicted him this week and he found himself in the chair at the Red Cross in Nashville giving blood. See, Tony is a big, tough cop that does not like two things: snakes &amp; needles. Especially big needles that take blood. Tony had never given blood before. I have been a blood donor for years and would try to get him to go along but he would not hear of it. Last year this time him &amp; his sister tried to give since Anna was being given so many transfusions while on bypass(ECMO) but the facility was closed. This week while working a case in town he decided to head back to his office. He decided to drive a back way instead of getting back on the interstate to head south. This route he picked found him at a traffic light right at a Red Cross station with a sign that said, "Give blood here today!". So he did. He faced his fear and gave his blood while remembering how brave his sweet peach had been through all the heart testing, genetic testing and immunizations in our short time with her. He found himself sobbing after the experience. A cleansing cry....one with thanksgiving for God's mercy to our family, especially Anna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight as I sign off this post I will face my final fear of this year. I will go into my closet and take off my shelf what has has laid in there since August 27, 2008. The sweet, soft pair of pink pajama's(we call them jammers) that have little frogs all over them. Each frog is wearing a crown and sitting on a cloud. I just noticed that detail just the other day as I was holding them. They lost my Anna's smell long ago but on the bad days I would hold them to my chest and imagine they were filled with my sweet peach. I will finally face my fear of letting them go...letting go of my grief. I was forced to let go of Anna right from the beginning but I have held on to her through my grief. It is time to relinquish that. Not because someone said so but because I feel it. It is time. Time to start really living in the now &amp; not trying to hold on to then. Life is too beautiful and our blessings too overwhelming to be chained down in sadness. No, I know I am allowed &amp; there will still be tears. Till the day the Lord reunites this Momma &amp; her precious child there will be tears at times. That is the pleasure of being one of God's children--I am allowed to cry and He wipes my tears. The Holy Spirit cradles me when I need it just like a Momma does her little one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank those sweet 6 women who cradled me tonight 1 year ago. We as a family thank the countless others who have held us up in prayer and walked this journey of our fist year with us. Your love, support &amp; prayers have been incredible and we see each and every one of you as Christ's hands here on earth. We welcome you to continue on our journey. A journey of discovery....the discovery of how the book continues. The book of our lives that was written by the ultimate Author. We trust in His version completely. We pray you see His signature &amp; writing all over your lives too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 63: 7-8&lt;br /&gt;"Because you are my help, I sing in the shadow of your wings. My soul clings to you; your right hand upholds me." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Hands,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-5562759618273040299?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5562759618273040299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=5562759618273040299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5562759618273040299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5562759618273040299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/sweet-peach-red-cross-froggy-jammers.html' title='Sweet Peach, The Red Cross &amp; Froggy Jammers'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-2428297876509830126</id><published>2009-08-25T22:53:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T23:27:36.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World Stopped</title><content type='html'>I was watching TV tonight and saw a commercial for a new program coming out later this fall on either ABC or NBC where everyone all over the earth blacks out for 2 minutes and during that 2 mins. they experience a premonition. One year ago today I did not black out but the world stopped as I knew it and I had a premonition too. The premonition that I was about to step outside of the life I knew and into a life I did not want to know. The life of a parent after the loss of their child. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was back then. Today I find myself energized and renewed to the fact I am only inches away from conquering what is known as the "first year". This year has been the hardest year of my life. Like I have said before I have experienced other hard times in my life and the way I handled them--well, honestly I am not proud of how I handled them. Times that only the grace of my Heavenly Father can forgive. This year was different. I am different. My walk is the walk of the humbled servant who can only receive strength from her Lord &amp; Savior. I am so humbled because He still loves me with all my flaws. He saw something in me that I did not even see in myself when He gave me the gift of Anna. He trusted me. He continues to trust me with one of His rare valuables....our Grace. I can see clearly every step He put into place for Tony &amp; I to receive out sweet girls. How humbling. To think He has spent this much time on me? You know there is a lot of us down here? How does He do it? I do not know but I have full faith in everything He does or does not do. Sometimes His answer is "NO!", and no matter how hard that is for our human, weak flesh to hear, He is always right. A year ago I heard "no", to my Anna coming out of Vanderbilt well. Back then I shook my fist and wailed to Him about the unfairness. I did that off/on for a long time. All the while the constant cry out to Him, "God help me"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight inches away from the pinnacle, I praise Him. I sing a song of thanksgiving in my soul for only my sweet Jesus. I am still alive. I have a beautiful life and He is teaching me daily how to embrace my life around my loss. He holds my future, He holds my present and He holds my past. The past that was good, bad, ugly, sad and Anna. I completely trust Him with each. I praise Him for each.....who has time to wallow in sadness when you have truth like that surrounding you? Like I love to say...."the proof is in the puddin'". Boy, He made my pudding sweet! Just like another song I love...."Just give me Jesus".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forever In His Hands,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-2428297876509830126?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2428297876509830126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=2428297876509830126&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/2428297876509830126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/2428297876509830126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/world-stopped.html' title='The World Stopped'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8222741303904369106</id><published>2009-08-23T21:51:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T13:05:34.801-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaf Stew</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtdWkEYcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zy5yBUZYun0/s1600-h/100_1489.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtdWkEYcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zy5yBUZYun0/s320/100_1489.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373548025191096770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend was a good weekend. Yes, bitter sweet but good. Saturday was my last day at HHLA/Labcorp and I was shocked to realize how much I was going to miss that group of people as I left. They signify the beginning of starting over in some respects. They are the first stop after I picked myself up, dusted myself off and started all over again. They got me a very decadent chocolate cake with "Good Luck" in pink. It was perfect and I appreciated it more than they could imagine. The rest of the weekend Tony, Grace &amp; myself just spent together doing some really good stuff. I am not going to bore you with details but it was just nice spending the weekend together. Saturday night ended with Grace and I snuggling on Anna's bench at sunset. What a display of her colors God gave us that night. The hues of peach to pink to rose red. It was spellbinding and we could feel the cool of the evening and smell the sweetness of the rose bushes planted around the bench. I have attached new pictures of this dear place that our sweet neighborhood erected in Anna's memory. It shows the 3 white crape myrtle's and 3 rose bushes all signifying June, July and August 08' when Anna toddled around or strolled around the sidewalks of this neighborhood. She was like a superstar, winning the hearts of every person she met. Always leaving them with a hug or kiss that they did not even ask for. That was Anna.....sweet as those roses smell at her spot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtbklK0VI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sQfIpThvrEs/s1600-h/100_1485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtbklK0VI/AAAAAAAAAMY/sQfIpThvrEs/s320/100_1485.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373547994594070866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtcJdfuFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/If79upL1LSI/s1600-h/100_1486.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtcJdfuFI/AAAAAAAAAMg/If79upL1LSI/s320/100_1486.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373548004493998162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtcUY23vI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DJ-rb-W30sw/s1600-h/100_1487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtcUY23vI/AAAAAAAAAMo/DJ-rb-W30sw/s320/100_1487.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373548007427333874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today no matter how I tried my mind just zoomed to a year ago. No the date on the calendar was different but the 2nd to last Sunday in August will always hold the most precious &amp; heart breaking memories. Back then I was fretting because I just could not focus on what to pack for our stay at the hospital. The catherization was the next day and Anna &amp; I would be leaving before sunrise. I needed to be prepared. No matter how I tried I struggled. Looking back on it now Tony and I both agree we knew deep down inside that something was off. No, not wrong or going to happen just off. As I wondered the house sporadically packing, Tony was outside with both girls washing the cars. Yes, washing the cars....that is what men do when they have no idea what to do....right? He could not sit still...he was scared out of his mind. Looking back....we both were. It was a cool August day so similar to today. One thing differed. Where last year the day ended raining, today God in His mercy brought the sun out. My heart probably could not have taken the rain. So back then Tony came in at one point and said, "JoAnna come look at them....you have to see what they are doing." I hate to admit it but we have no pictures of this priceless moment except in our hearts. There in the driveway was my two girls shoulder high in a 10 gallon bucket of water stirring around leaves, sticks and rocks. They were giggling and smiling at one another and singing a tune I can not remember. The words Grace was singing was something like, "leaf stew for you...leaf stew for me". We stood together at our bedroom window and just watched for what seemed like a very long time. In my classic "old" Jo way I said, "they are going to catch a cold playing in that water as cool as it is." Tony looked at me and said, "stop fretting and just watch them." How my heart twists at the fact that I told him I did not have time. I said very accusingly that I had too much to prepare for. Oh, how tears come to the surface when I think about how I did not just embrace that moment with him longer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the movies with a good friend this afternoon for a much needed distraction. When I came home Tony was just blowing the grass off the driveway from mowing. Grace and Winston were out playing and boy, Winston was dirty. Dirty from being outside with his master all day. I can not handle dogie smell in my house so I quickly changed my clothes and got everything ready to give him a bath. Even though it was cool I did it outside. That is when I got that 10 gallon bucket to fill with warm water to rinse him down. The wave of heartache just hit me. I could see it as if it had just happened. Two sisters having the time of their lives. When I got done with Winston and he was drying on the towels Grace said she had a surprise. She had been busily doing something as I bathed the hound. On the table was this........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtvIDTC3I/AAAAAAAAANA/9_dcwA3Dip0/s1600-h/100_1490.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtvIDTC3I/AAAAAAAAANA/9_dcwA3Dip0/s320/100_1490.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5373548330533194610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was in her words a picture. A picture just for me. Yes, it was. It was a picture to complete the memory and lesson I will carry forever. The picture of my girls together happily playing. The lesson to try to remember to never take those sweet moments for granted again. I thanked Grace and hugged her. Tony &amp; Grace left to go get a pizza for dinner and I started cleaning up. As I carried the bucket back into the garage I stopped in my tracks. There imprinted in the concrete of the garage where I sat the bucket was leaves. I had seen it before but it had never meant much. Just the fact that when they laid the garage leaves had falling on the concrete as it dried. It means more than that now.......just like those leaves imprinting our garage floor our Anna imprinted our lives. Her imprint will be on us until the day we see her again. We will carry her with us daily and with that imprint we will remember to thank God daily for all our blessings. Leaf stew.....we all have those moments, we just need to make sure we do not let them pass us by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Hands,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8222741303904369106?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8222741303904369106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8222741303904369106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8222741303904369106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8222741303904369106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/leaf-stew.html' title='Leaf Stew'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SpKtdWkEYcI/AAAAAAAAAM4/zy5yBUZYun0/s72-c/100_1489.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-5854336771164339671</id><published>2009-08-21T13:02:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:08:49.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ascent</title><content type='html'>I feel like I am climbing Everest. This is not the climb of the "faint of heart". This is the climb of a life time. The type of climb that can kill you if you are not patient &amp; mindful. The part of the climb where you only want God as your lead. You no longer even trust the Sherpa who knows the mountain like the creases of his hand. It is only Jesus Christ who can guide you through this to the pinnacle. August 25, 2008 to August 28, 2009 this has been my Everest. Grieving and working through the loss of Anna. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today I stand once again in a small cleft in a rock within this massive mountain and I try to find my lungs. They are so collapsed from the heaviness &amp; pressure of my heart trying to maintain blood flow that I do believe I am dizzy. So I stop and rest. I look back and see the amount of ground I have covered since the beach and it is so small. I realize while looking back that even though it has been a small advancement the terrain has been treacherous. Caution &amp; reflection have been the reason for my very slow ascent....one step at time with the stress of each footstep leaving me completely out of breath. When you are so short of breath it just exhausts you. So I cling to this rock. Jesus is my rock, my cornerstone which I am resting upon. I seem to be crying out to Him a lot in the last few days. Crying because of the pain. Asking for His help and trying so hard to praise Him through every tear. I praise Him because through Him I am going to make it to the summit. He takes the weak, uses them and makes them strong. From the marrow of my bones He will take me and rebuild me. For my faith alone He rewards me with blessing after blessing and the peace of His continuous presence. Blessings in the form of answered prayers. Prayers that I did not even verbalize but felt with every ounce of my being. Like the prayer of wanting a new job. Yes, He has given me the opportunity of another job I know He arranged from heaven. Since coming home from the beach the beginning of August I have been given the privilege of interviewing &amp; being offered the position of assistant teacher at Mustard Seed Preschool. I resigned my position at Labcorp and will complete my 2 weeks of notice tomorrow morning. My last Saturday to work--for what I pray will be forever. I miss my family time way too much when I have to work on Saturdays. It is our only day in a very hectic week to just embrace one another. I never really knew that till it was taken away from me. So starting next week I will be the assistant teacher for one of the W-Th-F 4 year old classes. Mustard Seed is the preschool Grace attended from the time we moved here in &lt;br /&gt;06' till kindergarten last year. It is the sweetest and most God present school I have ever been to. I am so thrilled &amp; feel completely overwhelmed in how God once again this year showed me in "the little details" that this was His plan. He makes no mistakes! He is always right &amp; His timing is always perfect! These unshakable truths are the guide light that will help me continue to navigate the small but extremely steep remainder of my climb. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pinnacle. It is within eyesight and is not that far ahead but oh, to conquer it will cause such wear on my body. I pray for strength, courage and stamina. Please join me in praying for that over our family. We can do this, we have come so far but we need our Father to hear the prayers of many. We need His and your help. This is hard. The hardest thing we have ever experienced. Even though there are people all around us in their own race to the top of their own Everest we feel so isolated. The top is a lonely place. Pray for His continued presence &amp; our continuous praise no matter the pain we experience. Glory to God in the Highest!  We thank you all &amp; love you so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Hands,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-5854336771164339671?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5854336771164339671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=5854336771164339671&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5854336771164339671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5854336771164339671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/ascent.html' title='The Ascent'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-2919989931996476873</id><published>2009-08-01T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T23:23:43.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Great Escape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SnZhqTr4D_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/t2QCSyoJk7M/s1600-h/Picture+061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365583385525227506" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SnZhqTr4D_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/t2QCSyoJk7M/s400/Picture+061.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We are home. Back from the week down at the Gulf of Mexico. Oh, if you have never&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;been to the Emerald Coast...GO! It is just the most beautiful beach I have ever seen here stateside. We stayed in Seacrest, FL....right in the middle of Rosemary Beach &amp;amp; Seacrest. It has now spoiled me for all other beaches.....well, all beaches remotely close to TN. You know that narrows it down. No, I grew up going to the Outer Banks of NC, Virginia Beach, VA and later before Tony and I got Grace we would head up to Cap Cod or Maine. Each have their own unique beauty but Rosemary Beach is the perfect beach for a family with a 5 year old. Water so clear that Grace could fish right off the beach with a net. The Lord blessed us with gorgeous weather for FL in July. Low humidity, rain in the evening one night but sunny clear days except for one and mid 80's. It was perfect. We were blessed to have a family we are close to here in Franklin to also be down there last week. It had not been planned but it made our time so special. Thank you Patrice, Richard, Kaia &amp;amp; Mei Li for making our time even more perfect. These dear friends have a place at Rosemary Beach &amp;amp; were a 5 minute walk from our rental. Kaia, Grace &amp;amp; Mei Li all from China were such a special sight on the white sugar sands playing together. Patrice has been one of my precious sounding boards in the last year so to spend time with her "away" in paradise was such a needed joy. The week was such an overdue escape. Tony said on the drive through Alabama yesterday that he just felt so good &amp;amp; rested. That is how we all are. Rested &amp;amp; ready to focus on all the possibilities this fall might bring. We have so many good things on the brink of starting....Anna's Forever Families-giving our first grant, starting adoption #3 and all the loves of fall that our little family adores...Grace's 6th birthday, Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas, etc. It is amazing how the gift of escaping for just 7 days has helped us. We will be ready for later this month. We will be strong. Our time together uninterrupted has given us a chance to catch our breath for the hard climb ahead.  This picture above is the sunset of our last night.  Anna's colors all over it.  We were greeted back home tonight with a similar sunset just before it clouded up and started raining again.  I have no doubt they were little messages from Anna. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be honest. Quiet times at the pool by myself I could visualize my sweet Anna toddling around in floaties with a scar down her chest. It was just my mind playing tricks on me as I watched another mother's 3 year old. I missed her not being there in the fun. I missed not swimming with her like I had at the local pool here last July. Her &amp;amp; her funny little float. Then I would pray my prayer of "God Help Me!" &amp;amp; within minutes a peace would cover me. The peace of knowing she is happy...happier than I can even imagine. Happy without a scar down her chest, because a surgery was never intended to happen. Instead of floaties she wears the wings of the smallest of angels. She walks in an ocean of serenity not waves. Then I would thank Jesus yet again for my peace and for my Grace. My strong one. The one I feared would actually pickle herself if she did not come out of the water. She is so strong, so beautiful and such a blessing to my life. I am so proud of the child she is and thank Jesus for the precious time he gave me with her this last week. Such a sweet time that Grace even cried the last night at the idea of leaving. Grace is not a crier so we knew she was heartsick over leaving. Oh, such wonderful memories she will carry with her from this family vacation. That is so precious when you are little.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So it is back to school and work this week. I am energized by the idea. That tells me yet again how rested I am from our great escape. I am so grateful to my Heavenly Father for giving us such a wonderful break. His hand print was so visible throughout our week. So many "little" things that just made us so aware that He was close. Again, I will tell you how in awe I am over the closeness of our Savior to our family. He overwhelms me with His presence. So I will end this post with some pics. Two of the picture is of the girls posing together(including friends of the C's who came down the end of the week). These two additional girls are from Africa and are the sweetest most endearing girls. We laughed when we took the picture by saying, "Say, we are the world!" What a gorgeous picture of young girls from our Father's magnificent world. How amazing is His colors! The last pic is of our family. Yes, Winston was even in our wonderful week. God bless you all &amp;amp; thank you for your prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In His Hands,&lt;/div&gt;J0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SnZhqxgq6ZI/AAAAAAAAALA/w-3gnFW7bUI/s1600-h/Picture+056.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365583393531292050" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SnZhqxgq6ZI/AAAAAAAAALA/w-3gnFW7bUI/s400/Picture+056.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SnZhrHtaLZI/AAAAAAAAALI/yyXyLOTStTM/s1600-h/Picture+064.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365583399490301330" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SnZhrHtaLZI/AAAAAAAAALI/yyXyLOTStTM/s400/Picture+064.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SnZhrU4pIiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QBaNOfKuHuM/s1600-h/Picture+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365583403027079714" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SnZhrU4pIiI/AAAAAAAAALQ/QBaNOfKuHuM/s400/Picture+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-2919989931996476873?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2919989931996476873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=2919989931996476873&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/2919989931996476873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/2919989931996476873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/08/our-great-escape.html' title='Our Great Escape'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SnZhqTr4D_I/AAAAAAAAAK4/t2QCSyoJk7M/s72-c/Picture+061.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-9116376575336924701</id><published>2009-07-17T14:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T16:32:14.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Climbing</title><content type='html'>A few posts back I talked about the song "The Climb" &amp;amp; how it should be a ticker tape on my forehead these days. Well for almost a month now I have just been climbing. Trying to stay on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the path that has been laid in front of me and desperately trying to avoid "sink holes". Anyone who has battled depression knows exactly what I mean by sink holes. The dark, sticky pits of despair you find yourself falling into when everything seems horribly wrong &amp;amp; hard. I have battled depression once before in my life and I have fought since day one to make sure I do not go back to that isolating place. The fact is this journey is one that is just that....isolating, dark, sad &amp;amp; just terribly hard. So to cling to my life lines takes every ounce of energy I can muster at times. The last few weeks have been just that. Exhausting! July 4th &amp;amp; all the days that surrounded the holiday were just devastating to me. Vivid memories in color of one year ago just flooded me. The hole in me seemed to just want to gobble me up. Honestly some days I prayed that it would. Now today resting on the cleft of the giant mountain I am climbing I can see how far I have come. I see the dark valleys &amp;amp; crevices and I am proud. Proud that I kept my composure &amp;amp; just kept climbing. No vines or slippery rocks made me fall into the pit. Some days I just needed to rest but I never went backward. I made it through another hard part of the journey. My beautiful Creator was my all wise &amp;amp; knowing Guide, my best friend who God gave me to help carry my burdens &amp;amp; my saving Grace whose face shows me the most beautiful reflection of Christ every day. Tony &amp;amp; Grace have been my safety equipment. Keeping me on track. Pictures like these two below tore me to my center a few weeks ago but today I feel nothing but complete awe.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359950159451311394" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SmJeRZPkzSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ng9K7lRnbkg/s320/Picture+040.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359950154055106994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SmJeRFJBQbI/AAAAAAAAAKA/kJ8HtnaQqdY/s320/Picture+039.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Back on track realizing how humbling my path of life is. How blessed I was, how blessed I am &amp;amp; how blessed I will continue to be as the Light of my Life continues to illuminate my path. God is so good! We have so much &amp;amp; He keeps giving!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we are busy.....so busy. Grace started school today. Yes, can you believe it? The picture below is her this morning with her new prized possession. Scoobey Doo is the BIG thing to Grace right now..she informed me that no one would have a lunch box cooler than hers. She was so tickled when I surprised her with this last week. I special ordered it from Thermos &amp;amp; she just loved it. I want you to look at last years first day of school picture at the right just below this mornings picture. It is not only Tony &amp;amp; me that has grown older through this last year. It amazes me how grown up she is. Wisdom in her eyes way older than her years. That hurts my heart so for her. I know though Grace is a happy child. I pray for her continued happiness every day. God help me to make sure she stays happy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SmJkRhfkwpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/guvwoWtkLDg/s1600-h/Picture+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359956758735667858" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SmJkRhfkwpI/AAAAAAAAAKw/guvwoWtkLDg/s400/Picture+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SmJiXLBUPQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A9NReYYkUW0/s1600-h/Picture+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5359954656759135490" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 278px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 405px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SmJiXLBUPQI/AAAAAAAAAKY/A9NReYYkUW0/s400/Picture+046.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was accepted just a couple of weeks ago to a balanced calendar school here in Franklin. Originally there had not been space in the first grade class but a vacancy opened up &amp;amp; by God's grace we were next in line. I am guessing at this.....this lotto system that Franklin City schools has for their balanced calendar school is very, very confusing to me. Anyway...Grace is at PG starting today. I have prayed off and on all day so far that it was God's hand that made this possible and our Gracie will be comfortable &amp;amp; have another blessed academic year. The decision to leave Johnson was a difficult one--like most decisions these days are to me. I have always had a hard time with parental decision making but now I seem to second guess everything. I pray for the Holy spirit to guide my direction but then wonder if the answer I hear is my will or His. The comfort of knowing we can remove her and place her back at Johnson if she is miserable without issue has made things easier. The other factor that helped was how understanding Mr.K, the principal at PG was when I talked over the fact we were scheduled to go to the beach the second week of school. I explained this was not just an ordinary family excursion but for me especially; was going to be a very overdue escape. An escape that would help renew us for the last of our long climb through our first year without Anna. The anniversary of her passing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As much as I do not plan on setting myself up for the pain the 1st anniversary will bring I am also realistic. Realistic to the fact that from Aug. 24th to 27th it will be a straight up, back breaking steep climb in every way. The elevation will be the highest thus far &amp;amp; I just know I will find my O2 levels low and it difficult to breathe. I can see those 3 days in my mind today as clearly as how I made cinnamon rolls for Grace for breakfast yesterday morning. I physically can feel the ache of anticipation I felt the Sunday before we left for the hospital. I still feel at times so clearly the void that appeared in my heart as I handed Anna's little, limp body(from the local anesthesia) to the surgeons before her catherization. The clarity of the moment when I said to Tony back in the waiting room what I had whispered in Anna's ear moments before the surgeons arrived. The look of shock on his face &amp;amp; how in that small moment I realized those words had not been mine but the Holy Spirits...."Anna, Momma can not go with you. Please listen, there is nothing to be afraid of....Jesus will come and hold you until Momma can again." Why had I said that? Oh, how I panicked when Tony said, "JoAnna, why did you say that? I hope you really did not say that to her. You sound like she is going to die." How tears stung my eyes at the thought.....how I told him quickly that it was not what I had meant....that Anna understood what I meant. I explained how Anna had looked up at me with the glaze of the local but whispered back to me, "arms, Momma?" The feeling of terror at the thought I could have willingly provoked what I did not even know was to be the future only minutes later. The stomach dropping sickness of seeing a sweaty co-surgeon shake his head &amp;amp; look down instead of meeting my stare. Watching the slow motion reaction from Tony completely stricken in horror. The tiny, sweet body of my precious Anna Marie with so many tubes, lines &amp;amp; medical personnel all trying to save her. Desperately trying to give her back to me. The All Knowing voice inside of me that wanted to hold on to hope but knew in my deepest place that Anna was already sitting on the lap of the Highest King. That He in His almighty mercy was giving us time to wrap our minds, hearts &amp;amp; flesh around this new twist to an already exhausting journey of adoption. I see with complete clarity today Anna &amp;amp; my sweet Jesus exchanging knowing smiles &amp;amp; hugs to the fact that all was well in the middle of such chaos. The memory of Tony's gift of peace days after Anna was at rest........a female voice that quietly repeated, "Thank You!, Thank You!......I said, Thank You!" The gift I continue to receive daily that comes in the form of quiet reassurance.....reassurance that we did our best &amp;amp; what was right....we obeyed. That He is pleased with me. That I will hold her once more in a day not so long from now. The reassurance I feel with every sunrise, sunset or firefly night that has my Anna written all over it. The reassurance that only Jesus Christ can give with His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So today my climb is strong. I climb with the sunshine on my shoulders, a spring in my step and I make up for the loss of ground I have not covered in the last few weeks. My Lord is walking with me today like everyday but today He smiles knowing I will not need to be carried. I have a panoramic view of where I have been and what still lays ahead. I will not panic when I get worn down &amp;amp; tired. I will rest. Then with the strength that my sweet Jesus can only give me I will soon conquer my 1st year missing Anna. So now I need to get my big 1st grader off the bus and hear all about her first day. I know that the sweetness she adds to this good day will only make my walk stronger. Thank everyone for their prayers, thank you for your patience as I rambled through this therapeutic post.....in this next month &amp;amp; 1/2 please keep the prayers coming. We need them so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 40:2-3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hebrews 11:1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now faith is being sure of what we hope for and certain of what we do not see.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In His Embrace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-9116376575336924701?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/9116376575336924701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=9116376575336924701&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/9116376575336924701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/9116376575336924701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/07/climbing.html' title='Climbing'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SmJeRZPkzSI/AAAAAAAAAKI/Ng9K7lRnbkg/s72-c/Picture+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8275464175105873256</id><published>2009-06-25T14:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T19:32:11.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Roller coasters</title><content type='html'>The last few days have been a roller coaster of emotions. Up, down &amp;amp; all around. I have always been a fan of roller coasters but at the same time I like them in small doses. Two trips to an amusement park usually is enough for me. We adore Busch Gardens back home in Williamsburg &amp;amp; miss those bi-annual visits. The roller coaster I seem to be strapped to these days is a roller coaster I really am not enjoying. This coaster is one I believe I will be riding for the rest of my life. I find myself up one moment then down in a free falling dip the next. You know the female psyche is not the most balanced to begin with. We hormonally go every which way but loose on our own without any outside influences. Now throw all the additions each of us are blessed enough to call our own.....motherhood, being a Godly wife, being a good daughter, sister, professional, friend, home-maker, artist, domestic goddess.....each of us have our own paths, each of us our own story. The strains &amp;amp; stresses of each of our God given lives add to that already rickety old seat. So the next step is to tighten our seat belt and to hold on for dear life, pray to God that the man made machine made to thrill does not kill us. Then we SCREAM!!!!!!!!!......scream with fear, excitement &amp;amp; eventually for just the release of what our bodies are trying to handle. I know I am not the first to compare their lives to a roller coaster &amp;amp; I know I will not be the last but this gives you a clear cut picture of how every ounce of me feels right now. I have never embraced this type of chaos &amp;amp; now I really hate it. There is nothing I can do about it but continue to hold on and pray. I pray so hard at times that it physically hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday is a day I got on my knees and asked for help over &amp;amp; over. I got home from work and went upstairs to straighten Grace's room &amp;amp; make her bed. The mornings Tony &amp;amp; Grace get ready on their own leaves little time to get these kind of things done. As I went by the fish tank I realized Dory was swimming yet again upside down. For a lot of you, you know the story of our now almost 2.5 year old goldfish Dory. Dory came home to us in Jan. of 07'. She was a fantail goldfish bought with some of Grace's Christmas money. Nana &amp;amp; Pop had gotten Grace a tank for her Sept. birthday &amp;amp; followed it with some mad money to buy a fish after Christmas. Your usual $5 fish. Well, Dory was a great fish. She had personality plus. Really, I am not lying...she was a neat fish. Last year, right after Anna died Dory started acting more bizarre than usual. She would do this sideways swim then float upside down to the top of the bowl. We figured the end was near. We were wrong. Dory kept as strong as she could until yesterday. Doing her usual dead man float she did not respond when I tapped the tank. You see, back during spring break one night when Tony &amp;amp; Grace took a Poppa/Daughter trip to Chattanooga over night Dory had done the same thing. I went as far as dropping her into the toilet when to my surprise Dory was ALIVE! Let me just say I jumped &amp;amp; about wet my pants I was so surprised to see that crazy fish swimming in Grace's potty. We figure the cold water shocked her heart to move again. So yesterday we took that long life-less walk but Dory never flinched. Dory had finally grown too tired. I know you are thinking it is just a fish. No, to us in this family every member(even the fish) are adored &amp;amp; cherished. So I hit my knees and thanked God that Dory's body was at peace at last but asked him to please help me deal with yet another goodbye. Grace handled the news rather well....since one of her best buddies was coming to stay the night I think it helped. She wants another fish but I think we will wait till school starts so no one has to tend to the fish for us when we travel. I did notice the sad look in her eyes went she went upstairs last night. She looked at me and said, " Momma, now I am really alone up here. Even Dory has gone to heaven." Oh, the pain to see those sad brown eyes looking at me that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called Tony on his cell to share the news &amp;amp; he felt the same as me. Grateful but it made our already sore hearts bleed once again. That is when he shared the glorious news. The IRS has finally determined that Anna's Forever Families is to be a 501c3 non-profit corporation. We got a verbal thumbs up &amp;amp; now we can start the fundraising. We will be getting the official paperwork in the mail within the month. See roller coaster down then roller coaster up. So I have been thinking with this news &amp;amp; the 1st year anniversary of Anna's death approaching I will be shutting down this blog. I want to start a new blog Anna's Forever Family. Yes that is what our title is here but I want the blog address to also reflect the name. That is who we are now. Anna needs no more prayers. She was the sparkling answer to ours. She now resides with the Highest of High. So I will be working the next two months to start a new blog. One that continues my little angels legacy but also tells who we are &amp;amp; where we are &amp;amp; how far we have come. A blog that will follow the roller coaster of our lives but will bring only glory to our King &amp;amp; our angel. So for now I continue to ask for your prayers of strength and endurance. Prayers for my sweet Grace who has lost another loved one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8275464175105873256?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8275464175105873256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8275464175105873256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8275464175105873256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8275464175105873256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/roller-coasters.html' title='Roller coasters'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-7303576984380249706</id><published>2009-06-16T18:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-16T17:43:53.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pushing Forward &amp; Going Fishing</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SjgDJF5RTZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RHXm71YHB_0/s1600-h/anna+7.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348028012238556562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SjgDJF5RTZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RHXm71YHB_0/s320/anna+7.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;June 16, 2008.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories of this day are hazy in a way. I have been trying to figure out why. Is that God's way of keeping the pain of our loss from killing us? Is it because in the midst of such beautiful memories there is memories of shock of the sight of what was supposed to be a 2 1/2 year old girl. The concern we felt over how sick she was. How her little bottom was so scalded from having constant diarrhea for the 24 hours before they gave her to us. How they did not even give her a day to adjust from leaving her foster family of 2 years before she was thrust into our strange arms. The memory of days that were so frightening in China. Driving over 80 mph for 9 hours with perfect strangers while our sick baby of less than 18 hours laid in my arms lethargic. I am flooded today. I am worn completely out by the overflow of memories....scary, painful, good, beautiful &amp;amp; heart wrenching memories. In the midst of all of this exhausting process of remembering one year ago today I am so homesick for my Anna. I would do every difficult, trying &amp;amp; heartbreaking moment all over again. With complete knowledge of the outcome I would do it all over again &amp;amp; again, if I could only hold her and kiss her today. I MISS HER! I MISS HER! I WISH I COULD SCREAM AND SCREAM AT THE TOP OF MY LUNGS UNTIL IT FELT BETTER! I AM HOMESICK FOR MY BABY &amp;amp; IT IS TEARING MY HEART IN TWO ONCE AGAIN! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348059526742872994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SjgfzeknE6I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/setowig8Bk4/s400/anna+4.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then I stop the whirlwind in my head with one sweet memory. How she looked into my eyes, straight into my soul with the realization that I loved her. How as I bathed her two nights later &amp;amp; she screamed in fright she then quickly realized that it felt wonderful. How she held my hands up to her chest for me to keep rubbing the lotion on her dry, parched skin. How she moaned while I put the diaper cream on her sore bottom &amp;amp; kissed both of her sweet hips and told her over and over how much I loved her. How that night, once Tony &amp;amp; Anna went to sleep, I got down on my knees in the bathroom of our hotel &amp;amp; praised God for the blessing of that precious, pitiful little creature. I begged Him for strength. Strength not to fear so many unknowns &amp;amp; to please if it was His will have her strengthen in our care. To have her trust &amp;amp; see me as her protector. For Him to please help Tony &amp;amp; I survive that hard trip and have us return home safe with Anna. To have Anna heal completely. He answered so many of those prayers and so many more. He gave me a gift like no other. He placed a piece of His divine majesty in my hands and asked me to care for her here on earth. I have done so many things in my life that I am not proud of. So many things that I know have broken my Savior's heart but He still entrusted an angel to me. I am proud to say by His guidance I was a good Momma. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;June 16, 2009........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;A year later I look at who I was then and she seems like an acquaintance but not "me". I do not think there was anything really "wrong" with who I was then but I look in the mirror today &amp;amp; see a different person. Who am I now? Oh, I would love to answer that question but I am such a work in progress. My Maker has taken me to the marrow &amp;amp; is re-building me. Today I feel the pain from all of that work. Today, like I said, I miss her. It is hard to even type. It is hard to put into words or a sentence. I miss my child &amp;amp; there is nothing I can do about it. I can not see, feel or hear her voice in person. She is well &amp;amp; happy and in a place that she would never want to leave--even for me. I would not want her to leave. Heaven.....heaven used to seem to me such a far off distant place. Now heaven is only a heartbeat away. My heartbeat. It is funny how the last several weeks certain things have become very important to me....eating right, exercising and trying to take care of myself. Things that honestly in the last several months I have let go to the wayside. Things that the indifference of I have started to reflect. I have not really let myself go but at the same time I have not kept myself up either. Tony said something the other day that really hit me. He was getting ready to go running &amp;amp; really did not feel like it. He said, "Well, let me go run. I do not feel like it but I want to see Grace grow up so I have to do it". Funny how God allows a simple statement to impact you. I have been trying to eat my veges, fruits &amp;amp; walk at least every other day. So why do I feel horrible? I feel worse than I have in months. I ache all over, my head just pounds and I am tired. So tired that I could sleep for days. Because the fact is I am sad. Sad that one year ago today I was given an angel who would return to heaven 71 days later. I physically hurt because every cell in my body longs to hold her again. The stress &amp;amp; strain that I feel are different than when Anna died but my body feels so similar to how it did those first couple of months. Like I have been placed in a blender, pulled out &amp;amp; told to walk. How do I do this? How do I get through the next 2 months? We saw just in the last month the glimpse of how we can live &amp;amp; enjoy life again. I know God in all His glory gave me that glimpse so that I would keep going. Keep pushing forward. He showed me how the small details in life mean so much. Like hearing Grace's voice with all it's excitement describing how she caught her first fish.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;How she tells me everyday, "Momma, I love you all the way to heaven &amp;amp; back." She told me she says that because she knows Anna can not say she loves me to my face anymore. He allowed me to see Tony &amp;amp; Grace fish at the pond here in the neighborhood night after night trying to catch another fish. He gave me two beautiful sunsets in all of Anna's colors and let me know without a doubt it was Anna sending me love from heaven. He guides the lighting bugs all around her "spot" every night so that it illuminates showing me her happiness and telling me to keep moving. Keep moving and not to stop fighting the good fight. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I end this entry saying I will keep pushing forward. I will remember the day a year ago that I excitedly rode the elevator of a hot, stinky social affairs building. To walk into a room where the cute tiny boy(so we thought) who sat at a great big conference table caught our immediate attention. To eventually be told that "boy" was our sweet girl. To feel her little 14 pound body in my arms. Thanking God for every scream she proudly shouted. Each scream that made Tony &amp;amp; I hope that her heart was not as bad as we thought. I will hold those precious memories in my heart. Here in Franklin, TN as I sit a half a world away from where I was one short year ago I sit feeling like I have experienced a lifetime. So even though my thoughts &amp;amp; feet feel glued today I will eventually move forward this week. Through the deep, breath stealing hurt. Grace from Jesus will continue to hold me close &amp;amp; will guide my feet. Faith in His abundant Grace is what will eventually give me the strength to start moving again. Maybe not today or tomorrow. The impact of memories hold me steadfast but He will not allow me to go backward. He will lift me as I raise my hands high and say just like Anna used to, "Up, please". He will hold me until I can continue to walk. He will do that because I am His &amp;amp; He loves me. I am not strong today but He will continue to strengthen me in days to come. June 16, 2009.......stumbling a little but still facing forward. We covet your prayers for continued strength. We need all the support of prayer we can get for the next couple months. Prayers to keep pushing forward &amp;amp; again one day soon to just enjoy going fishing. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;2 Corinthians 12:9-10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;"But he said to me, "My grace is sufficient for you, for my Power is made perfect in weakness." "Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses , so that Christ's power may rest on me." &lt;strong&gt;"That is why for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-7303576984380249706?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7303576984380249706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=7303576984380249706&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/7303576984380249706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/7303576984380249706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/06/fishing-pushing-forward.html' title='Pushing Forward &amp; Going Fishing'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SjgDJF5RTZI/AAAAAAAAAJw/RHXm71YHB_0/s72-c/anna+7.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-1566803742029539084</id><published>2009-05-30T22:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T13:37:58.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday....Me!</title><content type='html'>You know birthdays when you are a kid seem to be the most important things ever! You literally wish your life away as a child due to wanting the next birthday to come quickly. Grace is such a fan of birthdays. I figure it started right when we brought her home since 2 months later we were celebrating her 1st birthday. I know she doesn't recall that one but oh, she has the heart of a kid who likes to make someone feel special on their day of birth. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342055220946401602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SiLK64cH-UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Tg2Yip6z8cA/s320/Picture+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My birthday started a day early this year May 29th. I had to work on Friday but came home to a house quiet because Grace &amp;amp; her Poppa were gone somewhere. The kitchen table was set with three paper plates, napkins &amp;amp; three forks. Winston was home but no Grace or Tony. I had gotten home about 30 minutes early since we had a small number of requisitions to get done at the lab. I tried Tony's cell phone several times since he was on call for work &amp;amp; knew he needed to get in to the office soon. I was afraid he had gotten called out and had to take Grace with him. Everything did not add up since the table was set. Then I thought maybe they went out to get lunch for a special treat &amp;amp; surprise. An early birthday gift. Well a little while later I heard them come in. I was upstairs &amp;amp; Tony yelled, "please do not come down till we call you!" A few minutes later Grace's little voice hollered "Come on down Momma, we have a surprise for you!" In the middle of the table was a cake with a ton of candles lit(not 39 though--I do not think I had that many in the house), a bouquet of VERY colorful flowers, party hats &amp;amp; a homemade card by my precious Grace. I took a picture so you could see her surprise &amp;amp; her beautiful picture.....it reads, "I will never take my heart off of you." It has a rainbow, "Anna's sky", hearts &amp;amp; a birthday cake. Ever since Anna died Grace &amp;amp; I think rosy sunsets are the picture of Anna in heaven. The rainbows are to remind us that God never forgets His promises. The hearts are something she is drawing daily here lately. She loves to draw rainbows &amp;amp; hearts. Just like most 5 year old girls.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342055224904290274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SiLK7HLwj-I/AAAAAAAAAJo/PhGedqUbNao/s320/Picture+038.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;I was informed by Tony that she woke him at 7:30 that morning to inform him of everything she wanted to do for my birthday. Tony explained over &amp;amp; over to no avail that my birthday was Sat. the 30th. She informed him in Grace's way that she wanted to surprise me starting Friday. She told him I needed to have a party &amp;amp; they were going to throw it. For those of you who have known me for a long time(most of my VA kindred spirits) you also know Tony. You know that Tony is not known for his romantic or even sweet gestures. He is just not that type of man. Never has been &amp;amp; finally I believe after 15 years of marriage I finally have accepted it. So to have my sweet 5 year old crack the whip, yank him to 3 stores &amp;amp; like a dog with a bone not let go of her plan.....well, it is hilarious. You go Grace! That is my baby! She has a HUGE heart. Her Poppa does not have a fighting chance when she is on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This story actually started about a week ago when Grace asked when I would have my party. I explained that most grown ups just did not have parties. That was something when you were little you did. She informed me that, "Momma, that is messed up!" "Even big people need to be happy." "Birthday parties make me real happy, Momma!" This conversation was going on while driving to the grocery store. Once we got to Kroger she saw a bouquet of daisies that they had died bright blue, yellow, orange, etc. She was so impressed by this. She said, "Momma they remind me of you...happy &amp;amp; full of sunshine &amp;amp; summertime." I told her yes, they were very pretty but was really concentrating on the produce section &amp;amp; my list. I did not say that I thought they were the craziest looking flowers I had ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that is why I have the most colorful flowers ever imagined on my kitchen table this weekend. I adore every silly dyed daisy it holds. Tony tried very hard to get her to get some tea roses that he knows I love but she would not budge. She wanted the crazy daisies! While eating my cookies &amp;amp; cream cake with my most favorite person(Tony had a piece &amp;amp; had to head to work) Grace put her hot(her hands are always like little pieces of hot coal), sweet hand on mine and said very sincerely, "Momma, I hope you enjoyed your surprise. I think you have been so surprised you can not take much more. I want you to know I try really hard to do things to make you happy." The cake got stuck in my throat &amp;amp; the tears started to surface. I asked if I had been too sad lately? She shook her head and said "no", then looked right into my face &amp;amp; said, "I like it best when you smile though.....Momma, this made you smile." How can I ever be sad? How can I feel some days like I want to just.....stop. Just stop everything. Breathing, feeling and hurting. How can I feel like that when I have the most beautiful miracle still right with me. God has given me Grace and His will is for me to be happy with her and for her. This is a moment I will hold in my mind every "bad" day that surfaces in the future. I know they will be coming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This birthday has been bitter sweet. Like most days, hours, minutes here lately. 39, one of those years that is well, really just a number. Next year is supposed to be the "biggie". Well, I look at 39 as "my biggie". It is the year that proves I can survive one of the most life changing and crippling events. It has shown me that I can live &amp;amp; slowly start to enjoy to live again. God can carry me in the cleft of His hand until I can walk again. God can take my bad days &amp;amp; handle the shake of my fist. He hears my cries &amp;amp; wipes my tears with His spirit. He gives me beauty in my family &amp;amp; shows me His face everyday in my Grace. So no, I am not upset to be one year away from 40. I praise God for continuing His unbelievable rebuilding of "me". I praise Him that I am still alive. I praise Him that I have Grace, Tony, Winston(da' hound), Dory(da' Fish) and all of our other family &amp;amp; friends we are blessed with. I praise Him that I am finally able to stand &amp;amp; starting to get my strength to walk maybe one day soon, run. 40--no biggie. If I made it to see 39, well, with my God &amp;amp; the loves of my life I can age without concern. My wrinkles &amp;amp; gray hair are my battle scars but I am still a warrior of the Highest of Kings. Thank you God! Thank you! Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;No matter how many years pass, each of us remain forever new inside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffcc;"&gt;So celebrate! Souls that belong to Jesus never wrinkle!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs, Jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-1566803742029539084?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1566803742029539084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=1566803742029539084&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/1566803742029539084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/1566803742029539084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthdayme.html' title='Happy Birthday....Me!'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SiLK64cH-UI/AAAAAAAAAJg/Tg2Yip6z8cA/s72-c/Picture+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-4783123805897840855</id><published>2009-05-27T18:04:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T18:36:22.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like The Day After Christmas</title><content type='html'>I had not planned on writing today.  My heart was open &amp;amp; wanting to share on Sunday but&lt;br /&gt;I felt like today would just be too hard.  This 27&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; of May hit me right when the alarm clock went&lt;br /&gt;off.  The memories of Anna leaving.  You know you would think the fact that she is with Jesus &amp;amp; just fine that I would not grieve so hard.  Oh, if I could stop the hurt.  Being a human really, really stinks at times.  So the alarm clock went off and it was 5:30 &amp;amp; time to go to work.  My body did not want to begin this day but my brain knew I needed the distraction.  The whole way to work my eyes were welling up.  I sat in my car and prayed for God to strengthen me to go in and do my 6-6.5 hours today(since it was a holiday Monday we were backed up-- I got a little overtime in). &lt;br /&gt;Sitting down with my trainer I found myself going to August 27, 2008.....holding Anna for the last time.  I kept trying to focus my attention on what she was showing me.  Finally, I got going on my own &amp;amp; the morning flew by.  At break time this sweet co-worker who is training me said something I will never forget.  "Jo, I was thinking about you loosing your sweet baby....9 months ago today,right?  Well, driving in I was trying to put myself in your shoes.  Would I be strong enough?  I imagine it feels like the day after Christmas over &amp;amp; over for you."&lt;br /&gt;I was stunned.  The day after Christmas.  I had never thought of it that way but man, she nailed it in a new way.  Tony &amp;amp; I just LOVE Christmas.  We were married in December for that very reason.  That is just how I feel the day after.  A sadness you can not quite pinpoint.  You know next year Christmas will come &amp;amp; you know you will carry the spirit of the season in your heart during it's absence, but you feel sad.&lt;br /&gt;That is how I felt today......melancholy.  Sad because I had a little piece of heaven(just like Christmas) for 10 weeks and now she is gone.  Just like Christmas I will see her again, just like Christmas I will embrace her again but unlike Christmas I will have to wait until I am called home to do it.&lt;br /&gt;Until then I hold on to one thought......this world was never meant for one as beautiful as my Anna.  Thank you all for your prayers today.  We felt them!  Keep them coming, they help more than you can ever imagine!&lt;br /&gt;In His Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-4783123805897840855?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4783123805897840855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=4783123805897840855&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/4783123805897840855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/4783123805897840855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/like-day-after-christmas.html' title='Like The Day After Christmas'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8934498683285447977</id><published>2009-05-24T17:09:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T17:14:36.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can almost see it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that dream I am dreaming.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But there's a voice inside my head saying"You'll never reach it".&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every step I'm taking,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Every move I make feels lost with no direction.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My faith is shaking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But I gotta keep trying.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Gotta keep my head held high.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes I'm gonna have to lose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the climb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The struggles I'm facing.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The chances I'm taking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sometimes might knock me down.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But no, I'm not breaking.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I may not know it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;But these are the moments that I'm gonna remember most, yeah.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just gotta keep going.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And I, I got to be strong.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Just keep pushing on.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'Cause there's always gonna be another mountain.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I am always gonna want to make it move.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always going to be an uphill battle.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Someones going to have to lose.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ain't about what's waiting on the other side&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's the climb, yeah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep on moving, keep climbing....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep the faith, baby......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's all about, it's all about, the climb!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Keep the faith, keep your faith&lt;/span&gt;, whoa&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.K., before anyone writes me. Yes, this is a Miley Cyrus song. No, I am not a fan. However,this song should be on my forehead. I just heard this song this last week and it brought me to tears. No, I know that is not hard to do these days but it did make me stop and cry. This is life right now. This is life 9 months later.....9 months ago tomorrow was the catherization. When time stopped for me. When I saw my old life flash in front of me. Three days later I would start a new life. A life without my Anna. Would we do it again? If we knew then what we do now. Would we have signed that application for a special needs-heart disorder specific child? Yes ma'am, Yes sir! In a heart beat(irony at its best). I would not trade my journey to, with or even after Anna. We may be a small family. We are a strong family. Strong in our walk with the Lord. So to "pick up my cross daily- to die daily" so that I can bear His fruit! I/we would do it all again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I started my new job. Hard &amp;amp; interesting is a good description. It has been the first two weeks and my mind and body are tired. I realize this is going to take some getting use to. Getting up 4 days a week at 5:30 am is tough for this old housewife of 5.5 years. No, I am not whining. Just stating a fact. It is going to take some getting use to. I turn 39 in 6 days and the ole' body is not what she used to be. The mind is willing but oh, the body likes her sleep! I like the job, it is tough on the eyes but it will do for now. No, I do not think it is a lifetime career move but it is an answered prayer. 5 hours, four days a week I get lost in work. No memories replaying, no sadness and no tears. Just work. This is good! &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/ShnDO0RautI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zlw6TVhyw9s/s1600-h/Picture+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339513492541717202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/ShnDO0RautI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zlw6TVhyw9s/s400/Picture+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/ShnE-kPfGXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VTuT2vLVgIk/s1600-h/Picture+035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339515412383996274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/ShnE-kPfGXI/AAAAAAAAAJY/VTuT2vLVgIk/s400/Picture+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grace's last day of kindergarten was last Thursday. Where did the year go? She is a big, bad first grader to be. To celebrate we went to get our toes &amp;amp; fingernails done. Yes, my tough tomboy wanted to go with Momma to spend her Mother's Day gift. What a kick it was to watch that little(even though she is so tall) thing get in that big pedicure chair. We had a blast! I attached two pics because this had to be recorded. Yes, there are flowers on 4 of her nails. Her idea after it was suggested by the nail tech. She was very proud of herself when only 1 nail was smeared. Hey, I think it was good only smearing one after an exciting day of party food at school &amp;amp; just being pooped. We came home after a little side trip to the "Dollar Tree", one of our favorite stores to take a cat nap. I can not remember the last time I curled up with my baby and just took a nap. Her sweet little body warm next to mine and the peaceful rhythm of her snoring. What a sweet time. I love my Grace so much. I love that I was off the last day of school so we could have so much fun together. Sweet and simple fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, 9 months after the loss of my baby I am starting to let myself live again. Last month(April) was the first month I did not wake up on the 27th and realize it was the day Anna died. I was so focused on life....getting Grace signed up for day camp, taking my drug test for the new job and enjoying a gorgeous sunny day here in TN. My dear Cindy called to check on me &amp;amp; that is when it hit me. At first I felt a wave of guilt &amp;amp; then I cried with praise. Praise to my Maker for answering my prayers. Prayers to let me feel like living again &amp;amp; to let me enjoy my beautiful life again. Since then I have started work &amp;amp; realized with in the first week that it was hard to go back to work. Part of my brain still thought I should have a sweet little toddler at home and I should be at home with her. So this last week I have grieved my time with Anna. I have asked God to show me how to make this new place I am in feel right. Driving home one day from work this is what popped into my thoughts..."You have gone through this. Now what are you going to do with it? Be a victim? Show the world what it means to be hurt? Or will you show the world what it means to be Mine? To walk through the valley in the shadow of death and still be strong. To die as yourself &amp;amp; reflect Me! To pick your cross up daily, to die daily and live for and show only Me." This I knew was God once again answering my prayer, giving me direction and showing me the way to strive.&lt;br /&gt;We are healing. One day at a time. One life change or event at a time. We have hope, we carry faith &amp;amp; we are striving to reflect only the love of our Savior. We are starting to live again and actually starting to enjoy it. Who knows what is over the next mountain? The beautiful thing is Tony, Grace &amp;amp; myself are climbing them together. Climbing upward and looking at the horizon. Looking to God for our direction and having the "littlest" of angels as our safety rope. Who would of thought someone so small could have had such an impact?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"He is no fool who gives up what he cannot keep in order to gain what he cannot lose."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Jim Elliott&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love &amp;amp; Hugs,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8934498683285447977?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8934498683285447977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8934498683285447977&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8934498683285447977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8934498683285447977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/climb.html' title='The Climb'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/ShnDO0RautI/AAAAAAAAAJI/zlw6TVhyw9s/s72-c/Picture+036.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-4903795152565121518</id><published>2009-05-08T14:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T15:23:22.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Time cannot break the bird's wing from the bird.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Bird and wing together go down, one feather.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;No thing that ever flew; not the lark, not you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Can die as others do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Edna St. Vincent Millay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I read the above poem a week or so ago. I guess the way it describes time &amp;amp; what I believe is my Saviors death drew me to it. Time. Tony &amp;amp; I were discussing time just yesterday. Time is mind boggling. The last months have been so hard but so precious. Time is what God uses to allow us to heal. To have a broken heart is a wound that never completely heals. In time, God shows us that we can focus on living again &amp;amp; live around the wound. We do that because we love Him &amp;amp; we want to glorify Him. We do that because we know Anna is whole. Because we know one day the time we spent here on earth will seem so minuet. That eternity with Jesus and Anna is not only a promise but a fact. Eternity. Our human minds &amp;amp; hearts can not even grasp the meaning or expanse of ETERNITY. Oh, how I look forward to eternity in heaven. I say this humbly not in any way with pride or ownership. I know the living sacrifice &amp;amp; resurrection of Christ is the only reason I will someday see heaven. Nothing I did, do or will ever do will give me that gift. Only my Jesus. For a sinner like me....oh, how sweet my Jesus is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Time has shown us w&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/ShmnnoCQ0EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ggH3XgFgGPA/s1600-h/Music+Marathon+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339483132428079170" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/ShmnnoCQ0EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ggH3XgFgGPA/s200/Music+Marathon+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e can heal. We can hope again with that healing. For Tony I believe I saw the spark of hope return in his eyes the day he ran the Music Marathon. He ran the whole marathon &amp;amp; completed the 26.2 miles under 5 hours. This is not too shabby for a first time runner at the age of 44. That's my man! Grace &amp;amp; I were and are so proud of the bald guy. He now has the fever and hopes to run the Chicago marathon next. No, &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/Shmnug8ePDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4sX4kdpdrBI/s1600-h/Music+Marathon+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339483250783829042" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/Shmnug8ePDI/AAAAAAAAAI4/4sX4kdpdrBI/s200/Music+Marathon+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he decided to do that next year not this year. One year at a time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I saw the hope return to my Grace the night Tony &amp;amp; I sat her down to tell her we were going to start the adoption process once more in September. From my previous post you know how God showed us this. I feel the day we realized that we were "survivors" and could fight the good fight once more it gave the sparkle of hope to each of us. So since then my Grace has not had any more nightmares or bad dreams. Amazing! Just the promise of having a sibling again....the realization of the original promise not dying with our Anna gave her hope.  Oh, thank you God! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For me.....well, I have held on to my hope with both fists clenched tight. I have held on to the robe of my Savior for dear life. My life. So many times I have and know I will continue to feel the swell of darkness closing in on me. He is my life line. My Tony &amp;amp; my Grace are my floatation devices. I have HOPE! He heard my prayers. He heard me even on the days I could only pray, "God Help Me!". He hears me &amp;amp; He answers me. One answer has come in the form of a part time job. I will be a specimen accessioner for Labcorp of America soon. 20 hours a week- four days a week for five hours. I know this is not a "fix". This is hope that will soon return the sparkle in my eye. A way for me to start to find me again. I praise God for providing to me what is so hard for others to find now-a-days---a job. This is a gift I will not take lightly. Here in TN unemployment is at an all time high. This is hitting everyone around us. How blessed Tony &amp;amp; I are. We thank God everyday for our blessed life. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So thank each of you for saying, "it is going to take time". You are so right. Time is what heals. Time is what brings learning, wisdom &amp;amp; growth. Time is what brings HOPE again. God's gift of time. How fortunate we are to have that as a blessing. God Bless You &amp;amp; Keep You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In His Hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-4903795152565121518?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4903795152565121518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=4903795152565121518&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/4903795152565121518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/4903795152565121518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/ShmnnoCQ0EI/AAAAAAAAAIw/ggH3XgFgGPA/s72-c/Music+Marathon+4.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8109779047440118576</id><published>2009-05-07T10:55:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T13:34:01.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Early Mother's Day Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SgME229LAPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Wt2KYcZk1uw/s1600-h/Picture+034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333111724248334578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SgME229LAPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Wt2KYcZk1uw/s400/Picture+034.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are so many of you who monitor this blog that remember the day of Anna's funeral. Parts of that day seem to blur in my mind. One part I remember very clearly was the amazing flowers, plants &amp;amp; bushes that were sent by so many sweet people. The house was full in every room &amp;amp; this house is one that usually has a ton of open space. I remember being in a panic over this. We had requested in lieu of flowers donations be sent to the Nashville Ronald McDonald house. People had done that too but still sent us beautiful arrangements. I am a little OCD about certain things(OK, for those really close to me a "lot" of things). One thing I have a real problem with is watching living things die. I do not have a green thumb or a black thumb. I am just one of those in between people. Due to this fact I try to keep my plants to a minimum so I can hopefully keep everything alive &amp;amp; thriving. I have been very successful with that with a handful of plants....one I have had now, an Irish shamrock plant that I received as a partial transplant from a room-mate when I was 19. So Mr. Mac Gregor(yes, I name my plants and talk to them weekly(laugh if you must but it works for me)) has been with me almost 20 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So back to August 30, 2008.....as very special people left the house that day I gave them one of the many plants we had received. I knew there was no way I could keep them all alive and the panic of having something else die anytime soon was overwhelming. I look back on it and I was really in a state of panic-not quite right. I also wanted these people to have something of my Anna. I know even typing it, it sounds strange but I consider anything that was in anyway connected to my Anna to be special. I am her Momma, what else would I think? So people graciously left with peace lilies, basket gardens, cut arrangements, etc. Late that night I sat at the kitchen table having a glass of wine(my nerves were shot &amp;amp; I am not a drinker-so one did me in) and felt good about the plants that were left. I was feeling very confident that I could keep them alive. In the following days I bought beautiful pots &amp;amp; containers so I could transplant the huge basket gardens &amp;amp; have the individual plants breath with new space. They did for several months. Out of about 20 plants I now have only 3 still with me. The weak nature of so many of them was their downfall and then some got over or under watered, etc. I am proud to have kept the three I still have alive. It was with a very sad heart that the others were eventually discarded. I tried so hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these three still living is an African violet. Well, lets just say that ole' Jo has never, I mean never had any luck with African violets. This particular one was in a garden basket sent by Anna's pediatrician(Dr. Smeltzer). I love Dr. Smeltzer. I think he is the kindest most wonderful doctor &amp;amp; fellow adoptive parent I could be blessed to know. When I transplanted the violet it was a deep, dark purple still in bloom. Within days the blooms perished but the plant still looked good. By Christmas it was going down hill. I could tell where I had placed it in the house was just not a good place. I was going to loose it too. I hope those of you reading this see the underlining meaning to my need to keep things alive. I had lost my Anna and that was God's will but I wanted to will her plants through my care to live. As I took down Christmas decorations the first of the year I picked up Celeste(yes, that is the violet's name) &amp;amp; I told her I was going to try to find a place for her to be happy. I decided to place her in my master bathroom. The sunken tub sits between two glass bricked windows.  I figured the filtered light &amp;amp; humidity of the bath &amp;amp; shower may keep her going. The tiled ledge to the tub was the perfect size for her to sit. I prayed for God to please let her live &amp;amp; please let Anna know how hard I was trying.....even with her plants. Momma was trying so hard to stay strong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Celeste continued to live week after week. I was happy the plant was still alive but told Grace one night while bathing her in my tub that I had never had any luck having a violet bloom after the initial blossoms died. Grace just looked over at the plant &amp;amp; said, "well Momma at least you have not killed it yet." Classic Grace. This is what I love about my kiddo. Dry, to the point &amp;amp; usually a riot without meaning to be. Last Sunday, May 3rd I notice two little balls forming at the base of Celeste. Now honestly I hoped but did not expect or even get too excited with the idea she would bloom. The above picture is my Celeste today. Now remember she was a deep dark purple initially.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the short time I was blessed with my Anna it became very clear to us that her favorite color was pink. She would pick out pink dresses or outfits to wear everyday. If I choose something of another color she would show me her displeasure. So when we had to decide on a casket &amp;amp; flowers for Anna my first &amp;amp; obvious choice was a pink &amp;amp; white gingham plaid liner, ribbon for the flowers &amp;amp; pink baby tea roses with white mini daisies. That was my Anna. Sweet, pink, white, delicate &amp;amp; happy. Anytime Grace &amp;amp; I sit on her bench here in the evenings we watch the colors of the sunset. The rose &amp;amp; pink hues tell us Jesus &amp;amp; Anna are in His heaven &amp;amp; all is well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know without a doubt my Anna sent me a gift from heaven this year. With the help of my Heavenly Father a once deep purple violet was made pink &amp;amp; white. Yes, to some I am just a momma trying to find anything to keep my daughter close. Who cares.....call me what you see me. I see that I helped &amp;amp; continue to keep something alive. I do that with love. God given and taught love. So to all you Mother's I wish you a wonderful Mother's Day this year. I pray that yours is filled with as much love as I feel every time I look at my Anna's violet. &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Peter 5:10-11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast. To him be the power for ever and ever. Amen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Hands,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8109779047440118576?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8109779047440118576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8109779047440118576&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8109779047440118576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8109779047440118576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day-gift-early.html' title='An Early Mother&apos;s Day Gift'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SgME229LAPI/AAAAAAAAAIo/Wt2KYcZk1uw/s72-c/Picture+034.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-5324545650164439310</id><published>2009-04-21T01:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T15:43:33.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Hope</title><content type='html'>Today my bible study took me to 1 Peter where the title of this post jumped out at me. "Living Hope". Jesus is our living hope. Because of His death &amp;amp; then Resurrection I know that eternal life awaits me at the time of my body's death. I also know that in the 8+ plus months since Anna went Home that is what He has instilled in me. I live everyday out with the hope that He will make something finally clear to me and show me through scripture or verse His direction for my life. Hope that tomorrow will be a day better than today. That tomorrow seeing the round curves of a 18-24 month old in the beauty salon will not stir memories of my Anna's little body and how she felt. That the lump that seems to always find it's way in to my throat will not show up when I am asked, "how many children do you have"? The pain of those moments each day are like the ticks of a clock that the 3 of us have experienced for so many months. With the pain has been such healing. Healing that makes my mind spin when I think about it tonight. It is very late(or I should say early) and my mind will not stop thinking so I felt I should write. The last 2-3 months have been for me the worst. Now on the other side of them I feel like someone who has been bruised. The blunt forced trauma is over but the memory of the pain from the bruise keeps it all too real. Did we go to China just shy of a year ago to bring Anna home? Was that me that stayed with her for 3 days in the hospital to then say goodbye as her heart finally came to rest? Some days it seems like a terrible movie I watched and it was someone else's story and I was a horrified onlooker. Other days I know it is my life &amp;amp; praise God throughout the day for making me who I am today. I am an almost 39 year old that feels like she is 60 from the wearing down of grief &amp;amp; mourning on one day. Other days I am lifted to a height that makes me feel 18 again....those are the days I let Him in enough for Him to show me the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony &amp;amp; I both experienced such a day of high hopes when the realization that our dream of giving a sibling to Grace to share this life with did not die with Anna. Infertility you see makes our decision a little different than most. Not to downplay the loss of a biological child-any loss of a child is tragic. Our loss does not give you the option of healing then becoming pregnant again. It is like loosing your dreams two times over. It is a vicious circle you feel somewhat trapped in-at least for me it does. So through this vicious, mind numbing cycle of loss God made His intentions to us very clear by what simply was one of His miracles. Not a huge miracle that makes world headlines on the evening news. A miracle none the less that some would call a "coincidence". To steal Beth Moore's wisdom yet again, " coincidents are miracles when Jesus means to remain anonymous." Amen sister Moore! In this beautiful case I want to sing His praises publicly. During my recent "rough" patch I have suffered with insomnia more than once. This period especially just kept going on &amp;amp; on. So in my study at the time it was suggested that sometimes God does not allow us to sleep because He wants our attention &amp;amp; has a message to give. So like Job and others much wiser than me I stood one night on my front porch in the wee hours, looked up to the heavens and said, " O.K., you know you have my attention. What do want to say or want me to know? Not to be too demanding but while you let me know what is on your mind could you please give me some direction? Direction for any aspect of my life. I am a little lost right now on so many levels and could really use a focused direction." There was no shooting star or booming voice as a reply. As I turned to go into the house I was just covered in a rain shower of peace. His peace. Peace of the Holy Spirit that can not be ignored. I sat quietly for a few minutes before going to bed to catch my breath from the experience and just kept thinking, "as long as you have me I AM your direction." Wow! Message delivered. I slept like a baby that night and really have slept pretty good ever since. Only recently have I felt the anxiety of things changing in our lives &amp;amp; me allowing that anxiety to keep me up(like 1am-right now). Two days later I was sitting at the computer looking through my new emails seeing a ton of emails from Rainbow Kids. Each message was titled "child of interest". I took my cursor to delete each one like every day for the last 8 months believing that once again I had taken care of that little issue. Do not ask me why I have not unsubscribed because I can not answer that. So I clicked on what I thought was a career builders email since I have been searching for the ideal part time job. Well, instead it was a Rainbow Kids mailing on a specific little boy. Now due to the sensitivity of this type of waiting child publication I am not going to give a ton of details on the posting. But moments later I &amp;amp; some unseen Force were dialing the phone to the listing agency to inquire about this little 18 month old. This child was from the Philippines &amp;amp; I am going to leave out his need for privacy reasons. One aspect I can not skip was his first name......Jomarie. Yes, Jomarie for a boy(remember the Philippines is a very Catholic influenced nation-no doubt a saint or two was the root). Who could even imagine such a "coincidence"- I mean this is too good for me to make up. My name &amp;amp; Anna's combined. So long story short after consulting with our family pediatrician(also an adoptive Dad with China) we realized with his agreement that the potential for another huge heartbreak was probable with this little guy. This all took a good month &amp;amp; 1/2 to realize after additional updated medical info. was provided to us. So we informed the agency we would have to release the file. We do not feel this was a waste of time at all for anyone involved since the updated medical information will really help any inquiring family know what the future may hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony &amp;amp; I walked away sadly but with Hope. New hope from above.....we had talked like a hopeful couple willing to start over on our dream. A couple who had prayed together for this sweet angel(Jomarie) &amp;amp; God to show us His plan. A couple that now knew they were strong enough to take the leap of faith once more. A couple that knows that unless in the next few months God reveals something else to us we will be applying to adopt once more. We will adopt from the Philippines this time &amp;amp; right now we see doing a healthy child adoption. God in His plan knows our future &amp;amp; His will be done. We as a family have the comfort of knowing our limitations along with His plan. We do not have the strength to go head long, eyes wide open into another potential heart break. Take Tony &amp;amp; I out of the equation and you have Grace. Grace needs to have the comfort of a sibling. A sibling that will be able to walk hand in hand with her through this amazing life, God willing, long after her Father &amp;amp; I are called Home. So I end tonight(this morning) with TO BE CONTINUED......Continued with Living Hope!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Peter 1:6-9&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.  These have come so that your faith-of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire-may be proved genuine and may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.  Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, for you are receiving the goal of your faith, the salvation of your souls.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;In His Hands,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-5324545650164439310?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5324545650164439310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=5324545650164439310&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5324545650164439310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5324545650164439310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-hope.html' title='Living Hope'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-6853344425709768261</id><published>2009-03-21T18:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T23:00:19.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HONESTY</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/Sckg4ShpnmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/axdCFrOcMTE/s1600-h/Anna+Photo+2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316816986505322082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 218px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/Sckg4ShpnmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/axdCFrOcMTE/s320/Anna+Photo+2.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Your life is like a mist. You can see it for a short time, but then it goes away."James 4:14&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/Sckg4MQJoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pCKOrC7fhD4/s1600-h/Anna+Photo+1.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316816984821309794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 222px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/Sckg4MQJoWI/AAAAAAAAAIY/pCKOrC7fhD4/s320/Anna+Photo+1.jpeg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;"Good people are taken away, but no one understands. Those who do right are being taken away from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;evil and are given peace. Those who live as God wants find rest in death." Isaiah 57:1-2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Good Friday, Saturday, March 21, 2008 was the day we were blessed with these pictures. These two pictures were forwarded to me from our coordinator after a brief phone call where she described to me our Anna. I knew the moment she started describing this peanut she was ours. Good Friday is a day that has always filled me with mixed emotions. Usually the day falls in the glorious beginning of Spring. A time of rebirth, a time for everything to be new again. My heart &amp;amp; spirit always ache on this day too when I mentally recount exactly what took place. The suffering has always put the beauty of my eternal life into perspective. Yes, three days later HE WOULD RISE! I am so unworthy of His suffering. I know the emotions I feel are guilt &amp;amp; joy mixed together. What an adoption story....He wants me to be His. Last year though....what anticipation in the midst of the flood of emotions. That face! The first glimpse of our daughter! Oh, she had &amp;amp; I know she still has in heaven the face of this family, a G----N! I could see her with us immediately and remember calling Tony out of breath because I was forwarding this face to him via email at work. Four days later we would accept Yi Tao Dang's referral and she would forever be known as Anna Marie Yitao G----N. AKA: Little Lou, Little Bit, Anna Banana &amp;amp; Baby Anna. Along with every other endearment a family places on the beloved "baby" of the family. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So 1 year later, we find ourselves at peace with one fact- our sweet little Anna is in heaven and completely healed. This Good Friday will fall in April this year but we know no matter what the day or anniversary she is in Jesus' arms and he hugs her for us every day. We are at peace &amp;amp; praise God that we were blessed by Him to be considered special enough in His eyes to call Anna "ours". We are inches away from starting a non-profit organization in her memory "Anna's Forever Families", that one day will assist by financial grants other families adopting a special needs orphan. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Yet there is a full range of emotions that I have yet to fully grasp or honestly convey on this blog. Anger and at times rage. Anger in that 1 year later we are still looking at our 5 year old who cries at night because she is alone. Anger that Grace is mourning the dream of having a sibling. She looks around and sees everyone she knows with someone &amp;amp; she is still alone. Anger that we can not fix that fact. As parents we can not fix this. Yes, we have faith that the plan for our family will be revealed in time but how frustrating to see your child hurt &amp;amp; you can not do a thing to stop it. Play dates &amp;amp; distractions are quick fixes but do not heal with their lack of consistency. No one understands the grief of mourning your "old life" and the dream of a "new life-with your 2ND child". Anger of being told....1)"You need to talk to someone about your anger." 2)"You need to let go of Anna." 3)"You need to embrace the beauty in your life not just the death of Anna." 4)"Do not push away everyone who loves you." 5)"This has just not affected YOU but we have all been AFFECTED by Anna's death." 6)"You should find a better way of "working" through this part of your process--a way that is easier for everyone that loves you."  The disappointment of people separating themselves from you because the burden of "YOU" is too much for them to bear.  The disappointment in knowing people truly want you to make them feel better by just lying and answering, "We are doing fine, thanks for asking"-now their duty in asking is over &amp;amp; they can walk away unscathed. This is only a brief glimpse of the things that both Tony &amp;amp; I are experiencing. Yes, we are the one's experiencing it. We are so aware of everything that is going on around us that it is like our senses have been heightened. No, not overly sensitive just heightened. To those who feel they have also been affected by our loss please take your feelings and multiply them by 10 and you will still barely glimpse what we carry every day. For those who feel we need counseling....we are counseled every moment of every day by the Highest of Counselors. We do not have a breath to escape our bodies without a prayer going with it asking Him for guidance on how to take the next one. As all sinners(especially those in pain) we sometimes turn a deaf ear &amp;amp; still speak or act without caring. If we were in denial of these facts, or if we could not remove ourselves from our beds each morning or if we found solace in drugs or alcohol we would agree whole heartily that "therapy" is what we needed. What we need is time. Time where no one wants to "fix" us. To be given the allowance to be just who we are....imperfect. Allowance for the days or weeks that you will find our venting brash, harsh, angry &amp;amp; yes, days that we do not see beauty in anything around us. The room for honesty without worrying that we have offended you with that honesty or that you will avoid us afterward. These moments are passing &amp;amp; to date they have been few. They do not linger and they do not define us. The old or new us. No, we are not the same anymore. We will never be the same. We all have to accept that fact. Believe it or not we thank God for making sure we will never be the same. We see what matters now. Tony, Grace &amp;amp; Jo matter. The three of us are good. We are clinging to one another as we work through this dark place and blindly feeling our way to a light switch or window to open. We know without any doubt one day the light will come on/in &amp;amp; we will see all the obstacles that for now we find ourselves tripping &amp;amp; falling over. God is Big Enough, Strong Enough &amp;amp; Forgiving Enough to handle our anger, frustration &amp;amp; fear of our unknowns. We only want the people who say they love us to please try to do the same. Stop feeling obligated to fix us &amp;amp; do not take distance, silence or even an angry outburst from us personally. No, we do not plan on attacking everyone unjustly. We have never been the type to do that. This is our lives now. We will figure out how to fit in this new flesh and we ask nothing of anyone other than time, space &amp;amp; concessions to allow us to do this. To use words of Max Lucado in the book "Traveling Light": &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"The black bag of sorrow is hard to bear. The bearing is difficult&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;because not everyone understands our grief. They did at first. They did at the funeral. They do if they visit the cemetery. But they do not now: they do not understand. Grief lingers. As silently as a cloud slides between you and the afternoon sun, memories drift between you and joy, leaving you in a chilly shadow. No warning. No notice. Just a whiff of her baby lotion or the reminder of her voice, and you are saying good-bye all over again. Why will the sorrow not leave us alone? Because we buried more than our baby. We buried some of ourselves. We buried our dreams. Because we are dealing with more than memories-we are dealing with unlived tomorrows. We are not just battling sorrow-we are battling disappointment. We are also battling anger. Anger lives in sorrow's house. Anger at anger itself. Anger at life. Anger at death. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"&lt;/strong&gt; Tony &amp;amp; I are aware of this. We know what the score is. We do not need anyone trying to share in this burden. Believe me there is no room. No matter how good the intentions are this is the time in this process that we can not share except with Christ &amp;amp; with each other. The full weight we carry &amp;amp; will continue to carry in some ways all our remaining days. Only time, healing and love from the Divine Healer will lessen our load. No one else is expected or needed to help. Help comes from your prayers for our continued strength and we will forever welcome them &amp;amp; thank you for them. Every prayer is physically felt by each of us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So, all the cards are on the table so to speak. I have been honest. Honesty is sometimes hard to swallow. Please do not take offense to anything I have shared. Truth does set you free. I hope my honesty in this journey sets so many of you free from feeling troubled by us in any way. We have had the shadow of death pass over us. We are still here &amp;amp; Anna is gone. We DO raise our hands high every day and thank God that we are still here and because of His blood sacrifice we will forever only have the shadow pass over us. Death will come in it's time as it is written, but so will our eternal life. We are His children and we will one day have eternity with Him &amp;amp; Anna. We will embrace every moment of our lives together until then. We love &amp;amp; cherish our Grace so much and that is what fuels our lives. We wake up every day no matter the pain &amp;amp; thank Him for giving us the priviledge of being her parents. We will continue to be happy as a family no matter the size of the void we are learning to live with. We are so blessed and know that without a doubt. We have to live the good days and endure the bad one's. We are so full of hope, trust &amp;amp; faith. Those are the keys to conquer the anger, fear &amp;amp; doubt. For the days that the vision of that truth is clouded we ask for tolerance &amp;amp; forgiveness. He is Big enough to give us that. Our prayer is that everyone can. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"You are good, Lord. The Lord is good and right." Psalm 25:7-8&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and finisher of our faith." Hebrews 12:1-2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;In His Hands,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-6853344425709768261?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6853344425709768261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=6853344425709768261&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/6853344425709768261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/6853344425709768261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/honesty.html' title='HONESTY'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/Sckg4ShpnmI/AAAAAAAAAIg/axdCFrOcMTE/s72-c/Anna+Photo+2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-6744978323662843612</id><published>2009-03-09T11:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:48:01.421-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memory Monday</title><content type='html'>So Winston and I were out for his morning stroll. I love my hound. He is the sweetest, undemanding, loving creature God in His infinite wisdom ever created. After he had done his morning business of sniffing every tree, bush &amp;amp; bench and his morning constitutional we headed to the far side of the pond to "Anna's spot". I just love &amp;amp; adore that bench. Every time I see the words "For Our Anna" it makes my heart swell. Winston sat quietly at my feet on one of the warm stepping stones with his face turned toward the sky. His nose going a million miles a minute and his little eyes closed tight from the sunshine. He is such a patient hound &amp;amp; is always content to be with me. Thank you God for giving me that white fuzzy butt for the last 12 years &amp;amp; please if it is Your will let him remain with me for a good long time to come. I sat there with my canine companion &amp;amp; dearest friend and I took in the warm sunshine myself. What a beautiful spring day here in Tennessee. The kind of day that the gentle breeze carries &amp;amp; calls to mind so many sweet memories of my Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna loved to have her hands kissed. Really, Anna loved everything on her to be kissed. Her hands though were her two signature kissing spots. If she was happy, sad, scared, apprehensive, giggling and just wanting your attention she would hold up each of those little bitty hands to your mouth and just grin for a kiss. There is a glimpse of this on her memorial video attached to the blog. It was after Grace her "Jie Jie"(big sister in Chinese)(she could not say Grace yet) kissed her for the first time. She came to me for an additional kiss in celebration. A celebration of love. 1st kiss as sisters. She was also celebrating the moment &amp;amp; wanted a kiss on those sweet, precious hands. That dear moment took place not even 2 weeks after we had brought her home. It was the first time they had seen each other. Sisters from the same far away country....one from the far north, Liaoning Province &amp;amp; one from the south, Guangdong Province. One so sick &amp;amp; one so healthy. It was a priceless moment. Magical in every way I had imagined it during our 3 year wait. Anna was still fighting off the "croup" that she had agonized with for a good week. Amazing! Three nights before we had been all alone at Vandy in the ER, just Anna &amp;amp; me. Tony had headed to VA to pick up Grace from my parents and Anna had had a strider(sp?) &amp;amp; could not breath.....she had the croup so bad. We flew down Hillsboro road with the Almighty as my co-pilot. I remember the ER doctor looking at me saying, "Do you know she has a horrible sounding heart?" Even in the state of panic I was in I continued to have a naive sense of peace. Now I realize it was the Holy Spirit blessing me with the Peace of God. I told them yes and that she did have acute aortic &amp;amp; pulmonary stenosis-untreated. I explained we were to see the cardiologist in the next week but Anna had gotten sick the day after we arrived home from China. Her pediatrician had seen her and she was on antibiotics for a double ear infection &amp;amp; the croup. They took her blood pressure &amp;amp; it was fine, took her O2 sats and they were fine, they took Xrays and saw no problem.....Amazing! To think that a little over two months later she would leave us. We were given perfection. God given perfection. We were so blessed with such beautiful un-interrupted time. Just time-not a lot but time that forever in my mind will seem like a lifetime full. So full of concern, so full of worry, so full of confusion, so full of anxiety over her Williams Syndrome diagnosis but at the same time good, bonded, uninterrupted, life changing, love filled time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right around our 8-9 week mark with Anna, I started playing this little game at bedtime with the girls. Anna &amp;amp; Grace would get in the bed together for a story or two then Winnie the Pooh(her little stuffed bear-who we placed with her forever) would sneak up through the covers and sniff her toes, he would then precede to fall over dead. Yes, dead. This was a goofy, somewhat gross game in thought but it would bring out the most beautiful belly laughs from both girls. After about 10 minutes this game would get a "little old" to me but Anna in her Donald Duck(on crack), 2 pack a day smokers voice would say "More Pooh, Please Momma". Her little fingers would sign "more" &amp;amp; "please". She then would copy the little back &amp;amp; forth hand movement I would have made with Pooh and say "do-ti-do-ti-do" just like I had. This was the child who "supposedly" would always be delayed. Who would never learn at her level and always struggle. Perfection to us but not to the "world". Oh, how we showed every therapist....speech, cognitive &amp;amp; learning specialist in our 10 weeks together. Anna was not as they said "textbook" or an "usual case". Oh, what an understatement. Perfection....God made &amp;amp; God given(to us-how humbling) perfection. Oh, such sweet memories for a Monday. A Monday 26 weeks to the day her heart stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I looked up into the blue, cloud scattered sky this morning listening to the birds chirp their happy songs I could feel my heart beating. My heart will continue to beat everyday God sees fit &amp;amp; with every beat I will carry my memories of a lifetime with Anna. How blessed am I? Thank you Lord for giving me sight today through the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and His love is made complete in us." 1 John 4:12&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Hands Always,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-6744978323662843612?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6744978323662843612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=6744978323662843612&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/6744978323662843612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/6744978323662843612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/03/memory-monday.html' title='Memory Monday'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-4928036524122347629</id><published>2009-02-24T12:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T17:05:13.905-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Saving Grace</title><content type='html'>I was thinking today while walking our hound, Winston that this week is our 6 month mark. 6 months......it seems like a lifetime ago. Tony &amp;amp; I feel like we have experienced a lifetime in these last 6 months. As much as I hate to admit it our faces reflect that time. I never thought we looked our age until recently. Wrinkles, gray hairs &amp;amp; creases have appeared to show our journey. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306433193281044066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaQ83-XbvmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5xMTwxOZsXE/s320/100_1205.JPG" border="0" /&gt;What keeps us young and young at heart is our Grace. I want to tell you about our Grace. She is an amazing kid. This is not the statement of a bias mother but the truth. God blessing us with the gift of Grace Caroline &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Ji&lt;/span&gt; from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Guangdong&lt;/span&gt; Province, China saves us everyday. She is our beautiful willow tree. Tall, so tall for a 5 year old with long beautiful fingers and boy&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaRCaIXjXlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fsVdY41ceqc/s1600-h/100_0782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306439277639589458" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaRCaIXjXlI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/fsVdY41ceqc/s200/100_0782.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, feet that never seem to stop growing. My sweet girl now wears a size 1 ladies shoe at 5. If she ever catches up with her feet she will be looking me in the eye one day and I am 6 feet tall. She loves to run.....runs like the wind. Honestly, she is fast. Her Poppa is training to run the 26 mile Music City Marathon this April and Grace just chomps at the bit to go out running with him. I know if Tony's knee's can survive to see it, one day she will be running those 16 mile runs with him without any problem. She enjoys it. God bless anyone who enjoys just running. I personally had to have a basketball in my hand to have any parts of running. We have signed her up for soccer for a third season this spring and she is so excited. She loves soccer.......(too much running for my taste(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;LOL&lt;/span&gt;)). This is a new team with the county and I am looking forward to seeing how she does. She really excelled with the YMCA league the last 2 seasons. We got her cleats this last weekend--size 2 1/2....yes, 2 1/2 with shin guards &amp;amp; soccer socks. Whew, she is ALL feet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306431893856671698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaQ7sVohV9I/AAAAAAAAAHg/FZEHBLXYxQ0/s200/100_1287.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Grace has beautiful penmanship for a 5 year old. She loves to write &amp;amp; is starting to really enjoy reading. Grace is a perfectionist and does not like to struggle with anything. So sounding out words patiently has been fun to watch. Grace is the youngest of 84 kindergarten students at her school. Her birthday Sept. 30, was the cut off. She has held her own very well. To have so many kids already 6 in her class I was concerned but that goal oriented perfectionism makes her strive to excel. She has the kindest heart. Grace is not that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;huggy&lt;/span&gt;-&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;kissy&lt;/span&gt; sort of a child. Do not get me wrong, she is a loving child but to a point. She is not mushy. When Grace comes over and just hugs &amp;amp; kisses you.....you know you just received a beautiful present. She is a child who does not tolerate meanness. She does not handle it well at all. She feels everyone should be loved equally without favorites and no one is entitled to pick on or bully anyone else. She is a great defender of the underdog. Those qualities are God given and I cherish every moment I have witnessed her express those feelings when she watches one friend hurt another. She has also been the target of those moments this year and I have watched her handle them with unselfish love as her response. Honestly, she has handled it better than me(since the Momma bear has just wanted to attack w/out taking names,ha,ha). &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaRBRNSLP9I/AAAAAAAAAII/EHxBgCj959Y/s1600-h/100_1331.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306438024828764114" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaRBRNSLP9I/AAAAAAAAAII/EHxBgCj959Y/s320/100_1331.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Grace loves her Creator. She has experienced the last 6 months of pain right along with us and has voiced over and over her complete understanding and acceptance of God's plan. She mentions how Anna is her sister for forever but also her guardian angel. She looked up at me just last night as we were getting ready for bed, "Momma I miss my baby sister." These are the times I just feel like screaming. God help me! Grace is just starting to really question the meaning of being baptized and told me one Sunday that she knew she wanted the world to know how Christ was her King. She then said very quietly...."I will let you know Momma when I want Pastor Sam to dunk me." Oh, that sweet little voice. Her Poppa &amp;amp; I hope it never changes. I am attaching several pictures of our Grace so that you can see from the outside just how&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaRBRLCFeuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/T16RZAAU3Mw/s1600-h/100_1364.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306438024224406242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaRBRLCFeuI/AAAAAAAAAIA/T16RZAAU3Mw/s320/100_1364.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; beautiful she is. Honestly, it is nothing in comparison to the inside. Strong willed enough to keep us on our toes(always) but loving and compassionate enough to pull every heart string God gave us. The heart of a true tomboy(no fluff for her!) with just enough soft warm &amp;amp; fuzzy that makes her hold on to 6 stuffed animals every night. We call them her posse. She calls them her friends....each one holds a special meaning...1)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Winsty&lt;/span&gt;-a stuffed white dog who looks just like our &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Bichon Frise&lt;/span&gt;- Winston who Nana gave her-the oldest of the group. 2)Kitty-a white/gray tomcat who was given to her as a baby by her cousin. 3)Brown Bear-A soft Kodiak laying on his stomach which was given to her when Anna came home to us by a special friend from VA(she gave Anna t&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaQ7FoYPJJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/alR8OjwgrMw/s1600-h/100_1360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306431228873745554" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaQ7FoYPJJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/alR8OjwgrMw/s320/100_1360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;he Panda that arrived at the same time). 4)&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Simba&lt;/span&gt;-From the Lion King--given to her by her dear friend &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Miyah&lt;/span&gt; when Anna passed away(what is so special is this was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Miyah's&lt;/span&gt; special animal first-the meaning was not lost on Grace). 5)Little Lamb I Love Him-Yes, this is his name.....I have to tell you the story of this sweet white lamb &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;beenie&lt;/span&gt; baby. He was placed on Anna's bed by the nurses of the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;PCCU&lt;/span&gt; at Vanderbilt. I had placed him in a basket I had to carry things home that last day at the hospital. I had absent minded placed the basket &amp;amp; him on our counter in the kitchen. The morning of Anna's funeral Grace was walking by &amp;amp; backed up and stopped in front of the basket. She said, "Momma, what is this?" I explained to her that the lamb had been Anna's at the hospital. Without hesitation she picked him up and said "He is mine now. I am going to name him Lucifer." I remember as much commotion that was going on that morning everyone stopped. I exchanged glances with my Momma &amp;amp; my sister-in-law. I wondered if I was reading too much into a name? We all chuckled and I realized no, I had to say something. Naming our "friends" is very important to Grace. So I proceeded to explain that Lucifer-was a good name but sometimes the devil was called that. She looked down &amp;amp; said, "Well, I do not want to call him that.....He is "Little Lamb I Love Him" is that a good name?" So, to this day he has a long five word name. Number 6) our final friend is a new friend that she just received this last Valentines Day....He is a chocolate bear with a red velvet bow(I won him the day before Valentines in a silent auction for the United Way). His name is Valentine. She loves her friends and holds on to them amazingly all through the night with her "chew rag". This is her name too. It is a burp cloth I used from the time we got her in China. It is old, tattered &amp;amp; faded. She has 2 of them(which we change out weekly). They are her "security blankets". In China she held on to a wash cloth at night so I replaced the cloth for something softer-I tried blankets but she never liked them--she is way too hot natured. When she was a little baby she would chew on them as she cut her teeth. Now she cradles them next to her check with all her "posse".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306432556136051586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaQ8S40Os4I/AAAAAAAAAHo/DB_j5tfNp3c/s320/100_1354.JPG" border="0" /&gt;My beautiful Grace, I can not wait to see how she grows in every way. There is something special planned for our Grace. I just know it. I have such faith &amp;amp; trust in His plan for her. Our Saving Grace........thank you God once again for giving us such an amazing gift-our daughter. We see the reflection of Your Love in her face every day. 6 months-- we are strong---growing stronger every day. We miss our Anna so much.....sometimes the pain is so unbearable but the Promise of seeing her again keeps us going strong! Thank you for your prayers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306433720599673666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 133px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaQ9Wqx_e0I/AAAAAAAAAH4/rY6-g0iNMbA/s200/100_1216.JPG" border="0" /&gt; Hugs to you all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-4928036524122347629?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4928036524122347629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=4928036524122347629&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/4928036524122347629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/4928036524122347629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/02/our-saving-grace.html' title='Our Saving Grace'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SaQ83-XbvmI/AAAAAAAAAHw/5xMTwxOZsXE/s72-c/100_1205.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8386325517929626263</id><published>2009-01-26T22:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-07T10:55:29.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories To Share At Five Months</title><content type='html'>I could spend this post like most in the past just telling everyone how we are doing today, 5 months from the cardiac cath. The day that changed our lives forever. I am not going to do that because I just do not want to talk about how I feel today. I am going to tell you about Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297287592720078482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SYO-_9UqFpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gHmFLPmYTvs/s320/100_1056.JPG" border="0" /&gt;It was June 16th, Anna's Gotcha Day. I remembering walking into a very hot, humid civil affairs office to see the cutest little boy sitting very calmly at this huge conference table. My eyes went to him immediately entering the room and watched Tony walk behind him around the table and lovingly rub the top of his shaved head. The little guy just looked up without a response. Tony whispered to me as he sat down, "look at that little guy over there". I told him I had noticed him too &amp;amp; thought to myself oh, could we take him home with Anna? Come to find out later Tony was thinking the same thing. As we waited for all the orphanage directors to arrive with the babies we just kept watching this cute little fellow who quietly sat at the table all alone. Tony even at one point said, "he must be a directors child".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were one of seven special needs families in Liaoning Province but the only couple receiving a baby girl. I remember our guide saying, "Dalian City family"? We both stood up immediately knowing Anna was the only Dalian City, China baby. The female director turned and picked up the little one we had been watching so intently. I was in a panic. I searched Tony's face &amp;amp; realized he was also panicked. I spoke up and said, "No, this is not our baby, our baby is a girl." A jumble of Chinese was thrown between our guide &amp;amp; the director and our guide said, "this is a girl". The closer they brought her to us I saw those eyes and knew that it was our Anna. She looked so different from her referral pictures but the eyes did not lie. Oh, how tiny she was. A 2 1/2 year old was being handed to me with the body of a 9 month old. Tony &amp;amp; I laughed nervously as she let out her first wail. This was so different from our Grace's Gotcha Day. This day was chaotic, frantic, unorganized and just frightening. Grace's day was full of joy, beautiful babies &amp;amp; laughter. Even though the days differed so there was one shared feeling......we loved this sweet child so much at the moment they put her in our arms. She cried for about 8 hours &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SYO_bMnM4JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Sur5_9NE_FA/s1600-h/100_1059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297288060680855698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SYO_bMnM4JI/AAAAAAAAAHA/Sur5_9NE_FA/s320/100_1059.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;off/on. She exhausted herself. She was precious once she finally fell asleep. She clasped her hands as if in prayer and rocked back &amp;amp; forth from side to side. It was a rocking of comfort. It was a rocking of rhythm which she had known for so long. She would continue to rock herself to sleep for the next 8 weeks. She stopped that bedtime ritual a little over a week before she left us. One night I realized as I left her room that she was not rocking. She did not the next night or any night after. Anna was happy and finally secure with her new home &amp;amp; family. She finally did not need to comfort herself. She was such &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SYPBQCxGthI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V93Y8ZD57pc/s1600-h/100_1081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297290068082734610" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SYPBQCxGthI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/V93Y8ZD57pc/s320/100_1081.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a good girl. She was just so endearing and so sweet. I remember tonight how proud I was of her growth in our care. Back in June, Anna was so skinny, frail &amp;amp; could barely walk. Her little legs were atrophied from lack of use. She had not even the leg strength to brace her legs for me to&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SYPABzdvK8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/XP0rIi-MJLo/s1600-h/100_1224.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297288723945171906" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SYPABzdvK8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/XP0rIi-MJLo/s400/100_1224.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; hold her on my hip back then. In August she was a different child. She had the round arms &amp;amp; legs of a child who loved to eat. She could hold on to my hip as I carried her and no longer felt like a rag doll. Tonight I still feel such pride for the height of the hurdles we cleared and boundaries we broke in such a short time. No longer did she have skinned up knees &amp;amp; elbows like when she first started walking but she ran after Grace in the driveway the evening before we went to the hospital for the cath. All these things I know were miracles. Big &amp;amp; little miracles that no one knows how to explain. The miracle of Anna having a heart so severely diseased and still never showing us one symptom in the 10 weeks we had her. God in His heaven tonight is the only one that could explain. I praise Him tonight &amp;amp; thank Him over &amp;amp; over for every moment. He gave us perfection for the short time we were together. Perfection for a family finally complete. A perfect love so full of perfect happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tonight that is what I find difficult. Through the past 5 months we have been blessed in having our Savior walk with us such a walk of reflection, realization &amp;amp; revelation. We have been blessed with His amazing Peace and we continue to grow stronger everyday through His amazing Peace. Tonight though I miss the feeling of being "full". I miss feeling that my family is complete. I miss the feeling of actually "glowing" from just being so happy &amp;amp; fulfilled because your children are finally together. How do I stop missing that? The cursor blinks on this screen as I try to figure out what to type next...............maybe one day I will know. Tonight I will just end with goodnight &amp;amp; God Bless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8386325517929626263?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8386325517929626263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8386325517929626263&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8386325517929626263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8386325517929626263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/memories-to-share-at-five-months.html' title='Memories To Share At Five Months'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SYO-_9UqFpI/AAAAAAAAAG4/gHmFLPmYTvs/s72-c/100_1056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-3775180383898675455</id><published>2009-01-22T10:03:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:51:13.775-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, Rebuiliding Year &amp; New Title</title><content type='html'>Good morning! Today I am going to attempt to get us finally up to date. Some of you will notice but for those of you like me(a little slow on the intake(these days)), I changed the title of our blog. Now of course the web address is the same but I felt very strongly after a lot of prayer that we needed to change the title. This new title is by definition who &amp;amp; what we are. It also is similar to the name of the non-profit adoption assistance foundation that we are on the cusp of getting established in 2009, "Anna's Forever Families". I will give the honor of allowing Tony to give every glorious detail of this program to each of you in a later post. An old, dear friend of Tony's is helping make Anna's legacy for our family a reality. No more of that now.....I do not want to spoil the fun for Tony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I said I would have to post later after much prayer about Tuesday, Jan. 13th. I have let over a week of healing from that day also help in writing about what transpired. I want everyone to know before I go any further that I no longer hold any ill will or anger towards anyone involved in this horrible mistake. All databases have been corrected &amp;amp; I have been promised that something like this will never happen again. I did make the suggestion that our agency needs to not only keep the orphans of the world at heart but to never forget giving attention to detail when it comes to the adoptive families. If an agency gets too large to "keep track", they need to see if they are following their Christian Mission Statement. Now to what happened:&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, on the 13th it was not pretty. Again, like so many times in the recent past I have precious Heather to thank for allowing me to just "VENT"(really scream) in her ear. You were/are a Godsend girlfriend. Many Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up the morning of the 13th somewhat sore from the day before. Monday had been one of those "hard" days(Mondays &amp;amp; Wednesdays always are) when emotions are just at a high for whatever goofy reason. One of those days when you "feel" so much that it just takes over. When you can only muster the prayer of "God- help me!", and nothing else. These days you do praise the Spirit for coming to your rescue and finishing your daily prayer &amp;amp; praise for you. See, on Monday I had longed to see Anna, so I sat and watched the 3 brief home videos we have. I needed to mourn on Monday-that is about it. So Tuesday the 13th even though my heart was sore, I woke up and said in prayer, "God, this is a new day....help me make it a good one." I did my morning devotional &amp;amp; felt renewed &amp;amp; energized. I sat down at my computer to see an email from our adoption agency(from both adoptions, America World) and was curious from the title "Important Information Requested by the CCAA". So naturally I opened it. I believe once I read the below opening sentence I stopped breathing for a few seconds:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Subject: Important Information Requested by the CCAA&lt;br /&gt;Date: Monday, January 12, 2009, 4:50 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Families,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are doing well with the newest addition to your family! I am sure you have your hands full, however, I am writing to request the Appendix 7 report which is a short self assessment required from the CCAA’s Special Needs Department....................................."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To try to describe to you the pain that took over every part of my being is impossible. Then the rage rose up without any warning. The kind of rage where you only see red. I remember grabbing for the phone and my hand was shaking. I remember only being conscious enough to say, "please God, give me the words". I left a very controlled voice mail in a very shaky voice for the coordinator who sent the obviously universal e-mail. I was then going to call the director, but I can honestly say I knew that God was telling me not to. I got up to go take a shower. I prayed incessantly for God to take away the anger. To allow me to forgive but oh, I just kept getting madder. My emotions were uncontrollable and Satan was having a field day. I got out of the shower and was drying my hair still screaming inside my head when the phone rang. I just knew it was AWAA calling me back. I was ready! Ready to verbally attack, fatally wound &amp;amp; feel/seek revenge. Almost 5 months of built up emotions were going to come out on this person over the phone. Though I knew in my heart &amp;amp; soul they were an unsuspecting person who probably just was hired or did not know our story..........&lt;br /&gt;It was Heather. Praise God in all His wisdom again! He sent a call at just the right time from sweet Heather. Even to this day I am not proud of what came out of my mind, heart &amp;amp; mouth that morning to Heather. I had been wounded once again in a spot that I wondered will it ever be left to heal? My anger was my reaction to defend myself of the threat/reality of feeling it ALL OVER AGAIN. My reaction was just MEAN. So mean in thought, so mean in words, so mean in spirit. The flesh had taken over and I was just MEAN. I will not go into gory details of the phone call but after I had let loose for a good while I cried to Heather I was sorry &amp;amp; thanked her for just being on the other end of the phone. I then sat down and wrote what I feel was a composed &amp;amp; forgiving email to the director of AWAA with a forward of the e-mail I had received. My heart was not forgiving at that moment but my hands were being guided by the Holy Spirit who would renew my strength &amp;amp; allow me to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now over a week later I still feel my throat close and tears start when I remember the pain of that e-mail. No, no matter how many apologies were/are made and no matter the kind words that were sent the pain I experienced was excruciating. For days I asked God, "Why?". Why would He allow me to be hurt like that when I was doing so well? I searched the Word, I searched my heart and a week later He told me. This morning in my study of Esther at church Beth Moore spoke straight to my heart on behalf of God to answer "Why?". I am not going to quote my lesson but try to put it in my words on how He answered through the study.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is as clear in what He does not reveal in His word as He is in what He does. God wants us to take our pain, worries to Him with extreme humility and ask Him earnestly what we should do and earnestly listen and obey. Our feeling "inside" is the best indicator of whether or not our hearts are right with Him. If we feel arrogant, mad and seeking vengeance, our hearts are wrong. If we are humble, and bow down face forward to Him, then our hearts are pure. Do you see my first mistake on the 13th? I do now in vivid color! AWAA's oversight had pounded my "fleshy" heart &amp;amp; soul like a battering ram. Instead of reacting with my "mind-set", I had responded with my mood. See, Satan is counting on me to grow weak/tired through the process of God making me strong. But the truth is even the weak grow strong as long as they set their minds to it. Yes, sometimes I am going to be "out of sorts". Temptations are going to come at me for the rest of my life to cave in and sin because I am going to be in the "mood" to sin. I have to draw from my "God given mind-set" to make me strong. I have to live now intentionally &amp;amp; determined about where I want to "set" my mind. No matter who or what pain causes my wound to open. So I want to close this post with the scripture which was included in my prayer today &amp;amp; will be everyday, Deuteronomy 33:25, &lt;em&gt;"The bolts of your gates will be iron and bronze, and your strength will equal your days." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-3775180383898675455?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3775180383898675455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=3775180383898675455&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/3775180383898675455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/3775180383898675455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-rebuiliding-year-new-title.html' title='New Year, Rebuiliding Year &amp; New Title'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-5411758808130330586</id><published>2009-01-13T15:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T10:03:29.858-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year, A Rebuilding Year</title><content type='html'>Yes, we are still here and praise the Almighty we are still vertical. Honestly, this last month or so has been a period of time that just needed our full attention without commentating. So, in the next several posts I will be trying to recap. some of the important highlights without drowning you with too many details. As for today, January 13, 2009.......I will get back to today later. I need to pray and form my words carefully about today. So God bless each of you who have worried on our status. We are doing alright and continue to move forward with the help of God and all your prayers. Thank you for checking in and here we go.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Embrace,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-5411758808130330586?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5411758808130330586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=5411758808130330586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5411758808130330586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5411758808130330586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-year-rebuilding-year.html' title='The New Year, A Rebuilding Year'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8103513148059222066</id><published>2008-12-28T14:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T10:00:13.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Christmas with a Scare</title><content type='html'>So looking back on this Christmas I am so in awe of how God lifted our little threesome up to still embrace what could have been a very hard holiday. The splendor, wonder &amp;amp; pure God provided majesty of the season over shadowed our pain. I am not saying that we "forgot Anna" for even a moment because that just does not happen. She is tucked safely in all 3 of our hearts and for Grace &amp;amp; I, usually a day does not pass without one of us mentioning a memory from that sweet 10 weeks. To be honest it comes harder for Tony. God love him he is such a good, tender hearted and sweet hearted father. Loosing our Anna has torn him apart in so many ways but just like me, Tony walks a taller &amp;amp; closer walk with Christ. We all grieve together but on different levels and on different time tables. I have learned very quickly that we have to do it together bu&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SXQyQufVDOI/AAAAAAAAAGU/TIObwsLyA7k/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;t also separately with God. There is no expectations of the other to say, feel, do or act as the other has and that is what is working for us. Like I have said before and so many have told me in passing, "There is no right or wrong way to grieve." We cling to the cross and the man who hung on it for our direction and He answers us. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SXQ1KmVoZnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d2p93o_KmY8/s1600-h/Picture+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292913918273414770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SXQ1KmVoZnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d2p93o_KmY8/s400/Picture+004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;(Grace just posing with her reindeer head-dress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Christmas was quiet. Grace decided to start feeling a little yucky Christmas night and start carrying a fever. For those of you who do not know how my Grace works, here's a quick explanation(so you do not think I am a negligent momma). By the grace of God, Grace is healthy as a horse. She has a built in immune system that seems to fight the worst of the worst off in just days with only a fever at times to show she is fighting. So I figured this time was the same. We made the decision to head home, Grace &amp;amp; I to VA to visit my folks for the remainder of her school vacation. Tony stayed back in TN since he had to return to work and would limit our visit. Due to Anna's adoption &amp;amp; just timing of things it had been June 2007 since I had gone home to just visit. 18 months is a long time when you love your parents &amp;amp; childhood home/home town like I do. Usually Grace gets to see her Nana &amp;amp; Pop every 3 months and had still had since she was with them while we were in China meeting our Anna. So we started our 12 hour journey to Southampton Co., VA with a stop in Wytheville over night since it is a littler harder when there is only one of you driving. Grace's fever went up/down the whole way there and her glands started to stick out, especially the one under her right ear. Long story short we ended up arriving home(Thank the Good Lord) and Grace spiked a 106 fever. After 5.5 hours in the emergency room, blood work, chest x-ray and ct scan(of lungs), a quick strep test came back positive. Grace had strep. Funny thing is her throat was normal and she had not complained once. The kid eats like a horse and had not stopped even with the fever. Praise God! From head to toe she was checked and it was strep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who have followed our progress you know I had mentioned on Anna's birthday how frightened I was of going back into the hospital. Well, that was not just Vandy. It was hospitals in general. I have quietly spoke to God without much commentary to anyone else how the idea of Grace or Tony going to the hospital would scare me to death. I feel the same at this point about my sweet beast of hound, Winston. Winston has needed his teeth cleaned by the vet. for 4 months now and God bless our vet she has completely understood my fear in putting an 11 year old dog under anesthesia for teeth cleaning. Sooo---God wanted to show me without any question that no matter how scared I was of the "hospital" &amp;amp; the fear/trust factor that goes with it I could survive it. His help! His help! His Help! That is all I needed. Now you are not going to believe this but He again gave His personal attention to my need that night. As they were getting ready to take Grace back for the chest X-ray my cell phone rang. My Momma answered and it was Heather back here in TN. The Holy spirit had gotten her attention that night and she just knew something was wrong &amp;amp; that I needed her. Where the fear had suppressed my ability to pray anything other than, "Please, God not Grace. Please God help me!" I stood in the hallway of that hospital and my dear, precious friend prayed for/with me. Then the peace enveloped me like a warm hug. She got on the phone &amp;amp; computer and the prayers were heard. He lifted, supported &amp;amp; strengthened me. Praise God--what would I do without Him? How would I survive? Friendship-A true gift from God(Love you Heather!)! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292912859943008290" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SXQ0M_v_-CI/AAAAAAAAAGk/ck6nh882fZQ/s320/Picture+016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt; (Nana, Grace &amp;amp; Gus just chillin' &amp;amp; smillin')&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So the rest of the visit was filled with quiet rest &amp;amp; just good ole' fashioned quality time with my folks. For Grace to be able to crawl on the couch with her Nana &amp;amp; Pop and just rest was the best medicine. I watched my 70+ Daddy play hide &amp;amp; seek with her in the back yard a few days later. To see that sweet man hiding behind huge pine trees was just so special&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SXQy_N-m1LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UhjdjVn0Xr4/s1600-h/Picture+018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292911523732575410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SXQy_N-m1LI/AAAAAAAAAGc/UhjdjVn0Xr4/s320/Picture+018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Grace wanted a "tool box" for her reward for being so brave in the E.R. that night. You know my Grace....no princess stuff for her. Pop &amp;amp; her had a blast playing Mr. Fix It. See when they did the chest X-ray the doctor noticed something funny &amp;amp; wanted to be 100% sure Grace was good head to toe. So, we did the CT scan. The tech. was a sweet woman my Momma had known for years and she was so kind to Grace. Grace was scared but so brave. I was praying with her as they prepped her to do the scan and this dear woman over heard me. She said, " I just love hearing the momma's who talk with their babies to God." I told her&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how Grace loved God so much already and had such a personal relationship with Him at such an early age. Without hesitation Grace said, "Jesus is my King, The most powerful and the Only King. I love Him &amp;amp; He loves me." Oh, how proud a moment for me. Especially as little tears rolled down her cheeks from fear. My Grace. My little, brave girl with the zeal for life. Yes, the wind had been knocked out of me and it took about 4 days for me to "normalize" but we enjoyed our quiet Christmas so much. The blessing, meaning &amp;amp; true gift of the season was not missed and I am so grateful for every moment.....even our Sunday scare. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In His Embrace,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8103513148059222066?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8103513148059222066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8103513148059222066&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8103513148059222066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8103513148059222066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/quiet-christmas-with-scare.html' title='Quiet Christmas with a Scare'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SXQ1KmVoZnI/AAAAAAAAAGs/d2p93o_KmY8/s72-c/Picture+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-2156478657948040601</id><published>2008-12-14T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T09:54:40.789-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Gift~Friendship</title><content type='html'>I know that I am really playing catch up on my posts but it really has taken me a while to work through all the emotions and time of reflection that the months of November &amp;amp; December have awakened in me. I am still working through them and every closing of a year erupts these types of feelings but boy, this year has knocked my socks off. Seriously, it has been intense on so many levels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In previous posts I have mentioned the names of some gorgeous women who I am honored to call friends. I have also mentioned my "support network" here in TN. That is these same women. The funny(yes, I mean HA, HA, funny) thing is all of us must have gone thr&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW5M-6laC1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/yyFsPYbdnmY/s1600-h/zionfunfriday-110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291251255968664402" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW5M-6laC1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/yyFsPYbdnmY/s200/zionfunfriday-110.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ough similar reflective days at really the same time because there were about 3 days of just the sappiest, warm &amp;amp; fuzzy, Kissie-huggie junk being sent between us via email. You got to love how the mighty Creator formed us Chickie babes. To the outsider &amp;amp; especially outside male it would have seemed pretty estrogen fueled. Regardless, these specific women are the angels God sent to me the night before we said goodbye to Anna. These are the women that laid their hands on me and prayed hard with me for divine intervention or a divine sign into the wee hours of the morning. The women who laughed &amp;amp; cried with me that night and acted on the Holy Spirits behalf to strengthen me one last time before I had to let go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two of my dear friends Cindy &amp;amp; Heather honored Anna, Tony, Grace &amp;amp; me with the ultimate gifts the night of Anna's birthday(Dec. 4th). For me they answered a prayer that I had not shared with anyone. A prayer I had cried out silently to God in the shower(where I do my best &amp;amp; most private praying, crying, screaming). I was starting to forget little details of Anna and had pleaded for God's help to remember.....how small her hand was, how she held her fingers up and those toes. Yes, I had pictures and yes, I had looked at them in passing but had not trusted myself to really study them or to start printing off the camera to scrapbook. These two sweet, loving and all giving ladies took so much time and effort to give me just that. The four pictures here can not tell you how special both of these gifts are. To the normal eye they would be a photo book &amp;amp; hand/foot imprint but to me they gave me a little of my Anna back. Now I can &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW5Z_g31w8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/0b1PT9AN6N0/s1600-h/P1020201%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291265559897686978" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW5Z_g31w8I/AAAAAAAAAGM/0b1PT9AN6N0/s200/P1020201%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pick up her book and see every picture we ever took of Anna and lay my hand on top of her &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291258665269806034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW5TuMYdQ9I/AAAAAAAAAF0/jbRtrO78cVA/s200/Picture+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW5Yu3pz6sI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-Iv6vFFXolI/s1600-h/New+Image.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291264174443457218" style="WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW5Yu3pz6sI/AAAAAAAAAGE/-Iv6vFFXolI/s200/New+Image.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; (Sorry for the positioning of pics but it will not let them move!) &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291258671992259234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW5TulbNwqI/AAAAAAAAAF8/lNtOZbvtXWc/s200/Picture+022.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;imprints and remember with clear vision how small they were. Every line &amp;amp; crease is in those imprints.....the tedious, mind numbing monotony that had to have taken over while Heather was doing this is just mind blowing. To make imprints from the prints the hospital took of Anna would have seemed impossible to me but not to our Heather. How special could two gifts be? Not even all the diamonds on earth could outweigh their value. I am so blessed to call you both friends. That is a God given gift that I will never take for granted. My grandfather told me one thing as a child that I have remembered and carried to adulthood....."before you die if you can call one person a true friend you are the richest woman alive". Well, Grandaddy I am at the top of Forbes Fortune 500. I love you two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;December 2007 I sat here in TN happy &amp;amp; content but feeling the overwhelming void of loneliness. We were still in the "waiting" stage of our 2nd adoption and yes, I had my family but the closeness of a good friend was still missing. A friend who knew what the ups &amp;amp; downs of adoption and what the wait meant. I had so many friends back home in VA and they will always be my kindred spirits that hold my past &amp;amp; my heart. Some of the most loving people that I still miss in ways everyday. I still was lonely for that companionship that only a woman friend who just lives down the street or across town can provide. A friend that knows your stories, knows your little idiosyncrasies and still loves ya. I prayed for that last year in the "reflective ending of 2007". God answered that prayer and yes, it took a horrible moment in my life for me to really "see" that they had been all around me but it was me who had not let them in. God gave me a miracle which made me vulnerable in "trusting" to let someone know me here in TN.....the real Jo, the ugly and not so together Jo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He gave me Anna &amp;amp; He gave friends who have held my hand, wiped my tears, prayed with me and for me everyday since I had to let her go. Thank each of you for your part in helping me pick myself up, dust myself off and begin to try to start all over again. To my network of Godly made supportive women I dedicate this post to you......God guides my keystrokes to thank You! Cindy, Heather, Angela, Stefanie, Amy, Leslie. You walk the walk &amp;amp; You talk the talk. God bless you! In addition it is with sweet sincerity that I thank Patrice, Robin, Anne &amp;amp; Teresa. You each are so inspirational to me. I look forward to the years to come and the moments we will share. God's gifts........ Friendship is one of the best!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 27:17&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;"As iron sharpens iron, so one [wo]man sharpens another."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-2156478657948040601?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2156478657948040601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=2156478657948040601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/2156478657948040601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/2156478657948040601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2009/01/gods-giftfriendship.html' title='God&apos;s Gift~Friendship'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW5M-6laC1I/AAAAAAAAAFs/yyFsPYbdnmY/s72-c/zionfunfriday-110.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-952259770054454922</id><published>2008-12-04T17:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T14:40:07.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blessings Part 3</title><content type='html'>Driving back to the house from dropping off Heather I always pass this gorgeous horse farm. It sits in the curve of a back road here in Franklin. I will never forget how the sky looked over the horizon of that farm. The gray heavy clouds were starting to break apart shooting rays of hidden sun through them.....then the Almighty answered my first prayer of the morning......(to give me another focus other than my pain).&lt;br /&gt;I had not thought of her since June 16, 2008, the day they put Anna in my arms. My mind went to a woman a half a world away who was remembering Dec. 4th because it was burned into her memory. The day she gave birth to a sweet baby girl. The baby girl that a month later she would leave on the cardiac floor of the local children's hospital in the dark of night so that she would not be arrested. A woman who left that sweet baby girl because her lips were blue and she knew she could not provide her with what she needed. A woman not like me who was probably a half a world away grieving her baby girl without knowing if she survived or where she might be. Then the real blessing of the day grabbed my heart. It rang loud and clear. I am Anna's mother for forever and I know the truth! I know that she is sitting on the lap of Jesus today, her heart beating fully without struggle. I know they are both smiling because they are both pleased with her birthday project. I know the promise, that one day I will see my sweet baby girl again &amp;amp; will hold her tight cheek to cheek and dance and never tire. &lt;strong&gt;That is my focus&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;that is my blessing&lt;/strong&gt; and that no matter how the pain throbs I just need to remember the &lt;strong&gt;Promise.&lt;/strong&gt; What a truth to make you smile.....just as I am smiling typing this tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So once I arrived home I closed my eyes and asked my Maker to please by some miracle give that woman a world away peace like me today. I prayed for her to know Him and if she did not for someone to enter her life that would introduce the truth to her. For her to accept Him as hers so that one day she too can see our Anna again and share eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I mentioned in the beginning of this very long post-part 1(I promise there were a ton of other things I have omited) I wanted to find a way to help Grace with her confusion with Anna going to heaven before blowing out birthday candles. I prayed over this for a good month &amp;amp; sound boarded so many of my support network here in TN. Finally I shut up long enough to hear God tell me how to do it. Not only this year but every year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see I am completely at peace with the perfect plan God had for our Anna. To be at peace with it does not mean that I will not miss her every moment of every day until I draw my last breath. It means I do not plan on spending every year from this year on thinking "Anna would be 4 this year, Anna would be 5 this year and so on." No, for me my Anna was to be 2 years, 8 months &amp;amp; 23 days old. That was God's plan &amp;amp; I played a role in that plan but I will never wonder "what if". This is how I am personally comforted with this horrible event &amp;amp; dealing with the question "Why?" The horrible question that we will never know the answer to this side of heaven. I know others who live differently and God bless each of us and how we find comfort. There is no right or wrong way to grieve. We grieve not by choice but the best way we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my answer was for Grace &amp;amp; I to light white luminaries around Anna's memorial here in our neighborhood. It was for us to pray, read His word and for Grace to release three balloons(one white, two silver) into the nights sky. As we released them we said a special prayer.....the 1st was to thank God &amp;amp; praise Him for allowing us to love Anna and for her to hear us that night especially when we sent our love &amp;amp; sang Happy Birthday. 2nd was for God to continue to guide, protect &amp;amp; love the children in need of this world, especially all the children w/out momma's &amp;amp; poppa's. 3rd was to thank God for loving our family so attentively and to continue to help us with our grief. To make His plan known to us as a family and the role He wants us to play in helping the orphans of this world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW1nhBmVdsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Re8vzpqImdg/s1600-h/Grace+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290998954292770498" style="WIDTH: 192px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 334px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW1nhBmVdsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Re8vzpqImdg/s400/Grace+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW1ngpTk3nI/AAAAAAAAAEs/h3BUCn2tFRY/s1600-h/Grace+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290998947771637362" style="WIDTH: 266px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW1ngpTk3nI/AAAAAAAAAEs/h3BUCn2tFRY/s400/Grace+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;For it to have been a rainy, dreary day around dusk the sky finally cleared, the stars came out and the air turned crisp. For Grace, Tony, a few close friends &amp;amp; myself it was the perfect way to celebrate the end of a beautiful birthday filled with endless blessings. As we walked back to our house and turned to see the luminaries glowing across the pond Grace was content. She told me that it was prettier than just candles on a cake....she knew Anna had seen them. My prayer for her to be at peace with Anna's birthday was just answered. Praise God from who ALL BLESSINGS FLOW &amp;amp; my how they GLOW!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-952259770054454922?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/952259770054454922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=952259770054454922&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/952259770054454922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/952259770054454922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-blessings-part-3.html' title='Birthday Blessings Part 3'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW1nhBmVdsI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Re8vzpqImdg/s72-c/Grace+2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-1338647272209102167</id><published>2008-12-04T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:49:55.062-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blessings Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW4CptDlV_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/2p2f_rG2ISw/s1600-h/P1020395.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291169527699429362" style="WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 304px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW4CptDlV_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/2p2f_rG2ISw/s400/P1020395.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW4Cpw82VgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vXJ0vpTn9X4/s1600-h/P1020399.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291169528744924674" style="WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW4Cpw82VgI/AAAAAAAAAFM/vXJ0vpTn9X4/s400/P1020399.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;So as we drove away from Vandy I was just plain giddy. It was perfect. Our project had ended perfectly just as it had started. So my next desire was to head to the cemetery to place a little something at Anna's spot and to see the Christmas tree the funeral home had written to us about. You see one of the funeral directors at Williamson takes the time to put up a tree and hand make ornaments in honor of all who they have served during the calendar year. Then after the first each family comes to receive the ornament as a gift. I wanted to see Anna's orna&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW4EukLr4bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o3aHiuqJYLo/s1600-h/P1020392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291171810240094642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW4EukLr4bI/AAAAAAAAAFU/o3aHiuqJYLo/s320/P1020392.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ment. The tree was breathtaking. It took you a moment to process that each ornament represented a loss for another family somewhere. It made me feel very small in my pain. No, I am not the only one grieving. Thank you dear God for the 2nd prayer You answered on this special day(the prayer was for God to allow me to stop focusing on &lt;em&gt;the pain I was suffering&lt;/em&gt;). While standing there we noticed two snowflakes attached and they caught your eye immediately. Come to find out it was a mother &amp;amp; child. Both had perished due to complications in the pregnancy. I was shocked with the realization of what that husband/father must have gone through &amp;amp; was still going through. To walk through the valley in the shadow of death is an experience enough, but to loose them both must of be like a living hell here on earth. My heart wept for that dear man &amp;amp; he will continue to be in my daily prayers. I was moved by how Pam the director could tell us with such clarity about each person on each or&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW4HGaiEIhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MrdfTeiNElo/s1600-h/P1020390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291174418989720082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW4HGaiEIhI/AAAAAAAAAFk/MrdfTeiNElo/s200/P1020390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;nament. 4 months ago she had been our angel in making the worst arrangements imaginable and I realized that is what God made &amp;amp; designed her so perfectly for. I along with I know countless others thank you sweet Pam for your love &amp;amp; attention to detail. Amazing how the Father who has so much in His hands can ordain even the most minuet detail in our lives. How humbling a thought to think Him so wise and me so unworthy. Another moment of this special day ended with a sweet amazing blessing. Thank you again Heather for capturing this part of our day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-1338647272209102167?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1338647272209102167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=1338647272209102167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/1338647272209102167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/1338647272209102167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-blessings-part-2.html' title='Birthday Blessings Part 2'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW4CptDlV_I/AAAAAAAAAFE/2p2f_rG2ISw/s72-c/P1020395.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8049044110012712279</id><published>2008-12-04T11:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T22:01:56.798-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Blessings Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW06NzgqveI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1mVC9euZrho/s1600-h/vandy+5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290949146070138338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW06NzgqveI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1mVC9euZrho/s400/vandy+5.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW00yQGMq6I/AAAAAAAAAD0/n1V_ARNPEEU/s1600-h/Vandy+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I awoke Thursday, December 4, 2009 to a cold, rainy and damp day. You know the kind of dampness that makes your bones ache? I awoke that morning with my heart hurting for what the day meant to our family and prayed to my beautiful Maker to give me a focus for my hurt. A focus other than my pain &amp;amp; the painful, scary memories of the place I was returning to that morning. You see I was going back to Vanderbilt Children's Hospital and even though my reason for returning was such an amazing one I was suddenly scared. I was flooded as I showered and got dressed with vivid details of my time spent at Vanderbilt in August. Oh, how your brain with the wonderful help and egging on of Satan can just stir up so much pain. I grabbed the sink and told myself in the mirror "That is enough.......God get rid of this junk and talk to me."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's back up to the reason I was preparing to return to Vandy. A dear, beautiful and fairly new friend had passed on a service project idea that her sweet family did yearly. Heather, you know who you are and I thank God everyday for sharing your passion for children, especially special needs orphans to me. This is a time in my life when God knows I need to see the "passion" side of this earthly life up close &amp;amp; personal. He gave me you......thank you! Heather shared with me the idea and without ever getting the opportunity to meet or touch my sweet Anna knew it was a perfect way I could honor her birthday "the right way". You see I had voiced over &amp;amp; over to all my friends who are walking this journey with me here in TN that I did not want to celebrate Anna's birthday the way that I would if she was still earthbound. That being said there was such an urgency for my Grace to be able to &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW0o8xrS9YI/AAAAAAAAADE/rrMxfgkni88/s1600-h/100_1279.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290930161822397826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW0o8xrS9YI/AAAAAAAAADE/rrMxfgkni88/s200/100_1279.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;visualize Anna's celebration and feel that her sister was seeing it in heaven. You see, the one thing Grace still was finding hard to understand was why Jesus would take her baby sister to heaven without being allowed to blow out birthday candles first. Birthday candles as most of you know are very important to a 5 year old. So we started the &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;First Annual Anna Marie "Just For Me" Packets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. This was to initially be just a small service project where we would fill manila envelopes with a coloring book, crayons(3-5), a sheet of stickers and a small container of play-doh. I thought that it would be the quiet part of our celebration and Grace &amp;amp; I would deliver lets say....50 packets to Vandy from our family, Grace's kindergarten class &amp;amp; a few close friends. Then Heather suggested I email this idea out and let my email address book know what I was doing......I was very hesitant about this because I just did not want people to be burned out on the "G----- family" and what we were going through. After a good bit of coaxing and a ton of brow beating Heather &amp;amp; another beautiful friend Cindy talked me into doing just that. I emailed out a quick heads up and a picture of the flyer I had made up for Grace's class. Well, you could have knocked me over with the response I got. Within an hour my wonderful friend and co-worker Cathy from Notre Dame Academy in VA called me to say the student council for the school had decided to adopt Anna' s birthday project as a school community service project. Krista the faculty advisor to student council was my dear friends daughter and a long time sweet child that had and continues to hold a special place in my heart. Tony &amp;amp; I used to look at Cathy's girls and say over &amp;amp; over "we pray one day we will be blessed with good girls like Cathy's". Now the young lady I had watched grow into a strong, beautiful faith filled woman was honoring my Anna. To say I was moved is an understatement. Along with NDA, the Franklin Special School District Girl Scout Troops led by a dear neighbor and her daughter called to say they were on board. This with so many friends and family members donations we made just shy of 500 "Just For Me Packets" for Vandy to honor Anna's birthday. It was a beautiful, simple project but one I knew would bring so many smiles. Like I quoted in my heads up email, " If my Anna would have opened her eyes last August, I know a packet like this would have received the warmest of smiles &amp;amp; the sweetest of giggles".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now, fast forward.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am driving to pick up Heather who in her usual "grab the bull by the horns" fashion has already contacted Vandy ahead of time to say we are coming &amp;amp; be prepared. She had contacted the head of volunteer services and had it all lined up. It is starting to sleet &amp;amp; snow mix as I am driving and I am praying silently and out loud for God to strengthen me and not make me have to enter the hospital unless it is really necessary. I voiced this weakness to Heather as she got in and as only a true, good friend would say, "No big deal, they are meeting us at the valet parking entrance and you do not have to go in." Oh, one prayer answered and without knowing it so many left ahead of me on this special day. To say the people at Vandy were surprised would be an understatement. I think they would not have been more surprised if we had hit them in the head with a board. They greeted us with one little red wagon. In classic Heather fashion she said, "Oh, that is not going to work." Tony's truck was full of these wonderful packets to the point that there was only room for Heather &amp;amp; I(Grace had school that day &amp;amp; her part in the celebration was yet to come). So quickly as possible we unloaded the packets. Boy, was it cold. I informed the director we woul&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW0vaoFjFiI/AAAAAAAAADk/3L7PkTA1FPU/s1600-h/vandy+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290937271713994274" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 323px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW0vaoFjFiI/AAAAAAAAADk/3L7PkTA1FPU/s320/vandy+3.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;d see her next year on Dec. 4th but she better be ready because next year I would be driving a U-Haul to get the project delivered. Each of YOU are the reason for that......Thank you so much! Believe it or not we have already received monetary donations for next years project and so many more volunteers to sponsor our sweet celebration. Amazing! So amazing! The pictures speak for themselves and I have Heather, yet again to thank for those. You can see how the packets were decorated by all the students, scouts &amp;amp; children. Each packet had a sticker with Anna's picture telling that even though she was in heaven celebrating this year her gift was for that recipient. A little footnote: Heather and her church group did another 100+ packets the following weekend and delivered them the following week.....so grand total we gave around 700 children smiles from Anna. Oh, what a blessing, what a gift, what a birthday morning! Hope you enjoy the pictures!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW00yJrkBsI/AAAAAAAAADs/31HmaJ7BxeM/s1600-h/vandy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290943173426939586" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW00yJrkBsI/AAAAAAAAADs/31HmaJ7BxeM/s320/vandy.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW00zFZdLSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gIa2J9cTpVo/s1600-h/P1020381.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290943189457120546" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW00zFZdLSI/AAAAAAAAAEM/gIa2J9cTpVo/s320/P1020381.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW00y1R6qYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0RX30HLGsa8/s1600-h/vandy+4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290943185130531202" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW00y1R6qYI/AAAAAAAAAEE/0RX30HLGsa8/s320/vandy+4.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW00yiTy6OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cTLLwsWrb9k/s1600-h/vandy+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290943180038138082" style="WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW00yiTy6OI/AAAAAAAAAD8/cTLLwsWrb9k/s320/vandy+2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW03vYG5ubI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vsHLVrnil4M/s1600-h/P1020433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290946424294980018" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW03vYG5ubI/AAAAAAAAAEU/vsHLVrnil4M/s320/P1020433.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290947714091767698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 292px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 212px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW046c-a15I/AAAAAAAAAEc/vHgY3CY9Ao4/s320/P1020363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8049044110012712279?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8049044110012712279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8049044110012712279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8049044110012712279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8049044110012712279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/12/birthday-blessings_04.html' title='Birthday Blessings Part 1'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SW06NzgqveI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1mVC9euZrho/s72-c/vandy+5.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-1443592365214815405</id><published>2008-11-25T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T14:44:27.073-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions of You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SSzggRwPXwI/AAAAAAAAACU/-ECP0vJyZSk/s1600-h/Gods+hands.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272836108870180610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SSzggRwPXwI/AAAAAAAAACU/-ECP0vJyZSk/s200/Gods+hands.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just spent the last several minutes going back and reading the lovely comments so many of you have posted in response to our updates in the last 3 months. They give me such comfort. Tonight is one of those nights that the house is too quiet for this momma. Tony &amp;amp; Grace are both sound asleep and the low, rhythmic sound of Winston's snoring here at my feet put me at ease but still the longing for something makes me antsy. This is how many nights at 11:00 feel. I am weary with tiredness from the days activities but wired just enough to keep me up. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I finished putting the Christmas trees up. I did 3 1/2 this year. The family room, foyer, our bedroom and a table top in Grace's room. After opening all the boxes of Christmas decorations and decor on Monday I had trouble all day staying focused. It was 3 months to the date Anna's cardiac cath had taken place &amp;amp; the day I believe she met Jesus. As I connected the trees and started to string the lights I could feel two hands embrace my knees in a familiar way. As I stopped to look down I saw you......your smile &amp;amp; Donald Duck voice giggle. I could hear you say "Hi, Momma". I could feel you lay your little head close to my legs and pat me with your right hand. Oh, how you always seemed to be comforting me. Every hug you gave me had a little pat of your hand with it. My mind makes your hand feel just as warm as it did a little over 3 months ago. A beautiful vision, one I wish was real. You loved me so much. You showed me that in so many ways &amp;amp; without a doubt I still feel you loving me. I know I made you happy and oh, the joy you gave and still give with every memory. Even before you left me I would daydream on how your little face would look the first time you saw the lights of our tree and tasted pumpkin pie. How my heart aches in not witnessing these little things. Yet as much as it aches it rejoices knowing you will witness the grand processional on Christmas morning of angels on high and trumpets blasting "He is Born!" How could my pumpkin pie ever measure up to that? How proud I am that I do not stand here in front of this tree and worry about where you are. I am at peace and know for as long as I draw breath I will be at peace about where you are now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This household holds this time of the year so close to our hearts. Tony &amp;amp; I were married 15 years ago Dec. 11th and our Grace adores &amp;amp; cherishes the season just as we do. The magic of God's love drifting down over this earth like the feeling of a light snow blanketing us on a cold night. Even though it is cold here, like the snow His love make us all feel warmer. Baby Jesus being born is so special to us and every moment that surrounds His birth we just love. My Anna was also born at this magical time of year, Dec. 4th. To remember her birthday and to honor her life we have organized a community service project for the children at Vanderbilt Children's Hospital. I will post what we have organized &amp;amp; a picture of the amazing response after their delivery on the 4th. I see our Anna as a guardian angel of children. I feel her, see her and hear her tell me, "Momma, do it for the children".........so we will. I close my eyes and say a prayer of Thanksgiving for my moment of reverie no matter how bittersweet and tell God to hold her close for me today. I know He will. He has held me just as close for the last 3 months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-1443592365214815405?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/1443592365214815405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=1443592365214815405&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/1443592365214815405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/1443592365214815405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/11/visions-of-you.html' title='Visions of You'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SSzggRwPXwI/AAAAAAAAACU/-ECP0vJyZSk/s72-c/Gods+hands.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-3137634243183287393</id><published>2008-10-27T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:05:29.515-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two months have gone by</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SQnd6iryCYI/AAAAAAAAACM/O7gcHTZ-f1w/s1600-h/100_1282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262981637371726210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 266px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SQnd6iryCYI/AAAAAAAAACM/O7gcHTZ-f1w/s400/100_1282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SQncsZTT6LI/AAAAAAAAACE/N2NcfgiGCpA/s1600-h/100_1285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262980294823372978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 363px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 221px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SQncsZTT6LI/AAAAAAAAACE/N2NcfgiGCpA/s320/100_1285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hello to everyone. I am posting to give you an update on how life is going. Our Heavenly Father continues to give us what we need to walk through this life and still enjoy every blessed moment. Things in life are so bittersweet and I think all three of us look at things in a different light. The important issues of the past seem less important and things we used to not put emphasis on we do now. In the middle of all of these changes still lays a ton of pain &amp;amp; separation. I would lie to you if I did not admit we reflect the pain and it's affects at times. Like any other relationship our family's relationship with one another must grow, adapt, evolve &amp;amp; strengthen through this. This takes a ton of effort &amp;amp; a ton of energy right now. Energy that we find in short supply many of the times. One of the many blessings that has inspired our family to keep its strength &amp;amp; endurance is the memorial spot placed in our neighborhood by our dear neighbors &amp;amp; friends. The above pictures show how sweet this little spot looks but I want to tell you that it has a joy &amp;amp; peace surrounding it that only our God &amp;amp; our Anna could have provided. I have also attached a part of the letter of thanks we sent to our homeowners association. This section of the letter gives you an accurate glance at our understanding in God's plan: &lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We chose this neighborhood 2 years ago during a very difficult time of relocating away from family &amp;amp; close friends in Virginia. Carlisle’s quaint vista &amp;amp; secure gated environment made it the home we were looking for. We now feel that for the last two years we have had our noses pressed to the glass of a beautiful picture and that by God’s guidance &amp;amp; direction have been pulled back to see the magnificence of His plan. Anna was His plan in relocating us to TN and sending us to China for a 2-½ year old with a congenital heart defect. For us to live in Carlisle was also His plan. He wanted us to witness His compassion &amp;amp; ever-sustaining love through people like you.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The day we planned Anna’s funeral was one of the hardest but also one of the most remarkable moments in our lives. Tony &amp;amp; I were like two small children that were hurt &amp;amp; afraid. We wanted to run to the comfort and security of home in VA and never look back. As adults we all still have moments when the idea of being "home" seems to fix everything. We were so tormented, but one of the many things we walked away with that afternoon were the wise words of our pastor Sam Boyd. He told us that we reminded him of wounded bears that just wanted away from the pain. He said that we were  in the middle of a spiritual war and that each place we looked &amp;amp; went there would be painful, difficult &amp;amp; heart wrenching memories of our Anna. He informed us very accurately that one day the healing of time would overcome that battle ground and make it holy ground. Ground we would have a hard time separating from because those painful memories would eventually strengthen and sustain us. Yes, Pastor Sam was so right. Carlisle is our holy ground. We still see Anna toddling down the driveway, squealing with delight at the idea of riding in the stroller and most importantly we see our Anna in each of you who touched not only her life but also ours with your love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Now all that love &amp;amp; joy is found in a quiet, beautiful spot on the far side of the pond. The sweet sound of trickling water is the music to this sanctuary of peace. We so enjoy seeing people sit on the bench &amp;amp; walk that part of the common area. I witnessed the sunset the night the bench area was completed. Anna in all her wonderful colors filled the expanse of the evening sky and shot streams of pink &amp;amp; orange to that very spot. We know without a doubt that was Anna’s way of saying "thank you" from heaven. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;So as inept as the words "thank you" are, we are so grateful for each of you that have helped in keeping our Anna here in memory and spirit. Anna was pure joy for the short time she graced our lives and we pray that each of you will be blessed with the peace &amp;amp; joy of her spot every time you visit it. The knowledge of each of you experiencing peace &amp;amp; joy throughout your lives would make our Anna very happy." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;This spot is such a joy to our family. When I sit on that bench I feel so close to heaven. I am merely one breath away from my Maker &amp;amp; baby girl. What a comfort that is. Our two months no matter how hard, have been one day after another walking side by side with our Lord. Some days you feel Him holding you upright, others He carries us. Never once have I not felt His amazing presence.....that presence started strongly for me 06-16-08, our Anna's Gotcha Day. What a joyful feeling in the middle of uncertainty. Thank you all for your part in His love for us in the last two months. We are filled with hope when we think that our chapter in God's Holy book still continues. God's Blessings &amp;amp; Love to each of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Jo &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-3137634243183287393?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/3137634243183287393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=3137634243183287393&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/3137634243183287393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/3137634243183287393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-months-have-gone-by.html' title='Two months have gone by'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SQnd6iryCYI/AAAAAAAAACM/O7gcHTZ-f1w/s72-c/100_1282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-6453382691786054362</id><published>2008-10-03T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T13:42:43.957-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food For Thought Friday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SOZIix3nvmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CRnE3Z-e6A0/s1600-h/Image2.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5252965777713643106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 128px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 95px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="115" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SOZIix3nvmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CRnE3Z-e6A0/s400/Image2.gif" width="169" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My dear friend Cindy really came up with the title for this entry. I have to write what my amazing Lord gifted my heart with this morning during my personal bible study. To give the appropriate credit this is a Charles Stanley study that I am doing for Sunday school. "Living the Extraordinary Life" is for me the perfect study for the crossroads I now find myself facing. God in His wisdom already knew that! I have to share with you the sections that moved mountains inside me this morning and has brought light to the question "&lt;strong&gt;WHY&lt;/strong&gt;"? I pray as I type that not only will this continue to comfort &amp;amp; guide me, but that God will guide me with His wisdom to pass this awakening on appropriately to Tony &amp;amp; Grace. From my study:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"&lt;em&gt;God always does what is best for us. If we really believe this, we will trust Him even in our most difficult trials. Satan, who works to undermine our trust, often takes advantage of adversity by calling the Father's motives into question. He whispers, "If the Lord really loved you, He would not have allowed this to happen"-he wants us to associate the sting of spiritual discipline with a lack of divine caring. However, the exact opposit is true. Hebrews 12:6 tells us, "Those whom the Lord loves He disciplines, and He scourges every son whom He receives." So, while natural thinking says peace and happiness are tokens of God's love, the Bible says difficulty and discipline are actually evidence of our membership in His family. &lt;strong&gt;The reason is clear: God cares for us so much that He will not allow us to stay as we are. Instead, He wants to transform us into the likeness of His Son.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;However, while God completely understands every situation, He is under no obligation whatsoever to inform us of the rationale for His actions or decisions. Because He is infinitely wise, He simply cannot make a mistake! Proverbs 3:5-6, "&lt;strong&gt;Trust in the Lord with all your&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;heart, and lean not on your own&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;understanding;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although we must never look at someone else's situation and presume why God allowed a calamity, we should regard our tragedies and afflictions as reasons to inquire of the Lord, "What are You trying to say?" Ask Him what He wants to tell you, and then listen, not simply to hear but to OBEY. Because of His great love for you and His desire to give you a hope and a future, God is always reaching toward you. &lt;strong&gt;God answers even the most fervent prayers by denying our request when our desires are not in sync with His. God loves everybody equally, but He has different purposes for each life(2 Samuel 12:16-18)!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much my wonderful, amazing &amp;amp; beautiful Creator. The healing of Your love sustains me like no other. Please continue to show me Your wisdom and help me never question that wisdom again, Amen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-6453382691786054362?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/6453382691786054362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=6453382691786054362&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/6453382691786054362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/6453382691786054362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/10/food-for-thought-friday.html' title='Food For Thought Friday'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SOZIix3nvmI/AAAAAAAAAB0/CRnE3Z-e6A0/s72-c/Image2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-2271200017746279741</id><published>2008-09-29T19:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:41:54.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Goes On, Even During A Storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SOF9FhbM_NI/AAAAAAAAABs/t-MDdgKLWCI/s1600-h/Mei+Lin-Heart+Walk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251616174315994322" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SOF9FhbM_NI/AAAAAAAAABs/t-MDdgKLWCI/s320/Mei+Lin-Heart+Walk.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I had to write a little tonight. We had a wonderfully festive weekend with our Grace having on Saturday alone a soccer game, her 5&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese's and a Predators hockey game. Fun was had by all and Grace was just so excited about each part of her day-especially the one &amp;amp; only goal she scored for her team. It was also the anniversary date(27th) of our sweet Anna going to heaven. I would be lying if I did not say that I was sad driving home after the party because my mind kept thinking of how Anna would have loved every loud, chaotic &amp;amp; obnoxious moment. We miss her so! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our dear friends here in TN walked the AHA Walk for the Heart on Saturday and I have attached a sweet photo taken during their walk. This is their youngest little one and who we believe would have been Anna's best friend. The girls birthdays would have been only a month apart. Thank you CK &amp;amp; family for honoring our Anna with your walk and sending us this beautiful picture. This picture not only honors our Anna and her memory but all the beauty of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;ML's&lt;/span&gt; smile. We love that smile!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A very thoughtful person from Tony's agency sent us a very beautiful card today and I want to quote part of his sentiment to us. I have been very melancholy today and it really touched me. This is from a book he had read recently:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;"We are like trees subjected to the stormy elements of life. When a storm comes, we either snap or grow stronger. What makes the difference is not the ferocity of the storm but the depth of our character."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We continue to thank our Father above for giving us strong roots of character and for our Anna who helped make them even deeper. We thank each of our friends and family for holding us close and sheltering us in this storm. We love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-2271200017746279741?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/2271200017746279741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=2271200017746279741&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/2271200017746279741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/2271200017746279741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-goes-on-even-during-storm.html' title='Life Goes On, Even During A Storm'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SOF9FhbM_NI/AAAAAAAAABs/t-MDdgKLWCI/s72-c/Mei+Lin-Heart+Walk.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8371003422336464633</id><published>2008-09-24T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T17:58:29.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 weeks ago tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SNr3HLzV8-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CF3GQEDonoE/s1600-h/anna+3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249780018453017570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SNr3HLzV8-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CF3GQEDonoE/s320/anna+3.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has been 4 weeks ago tonight that our sweet little, precious Anna went home to be with her heavenly Father. As I write these words it is still hard to believe she is actually gone from our sight. I have missed her more deeply than I can describe with words. She was very special to me. I know as much as I miss her &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jo Anna&lt;/span&gt;(Jo) is missing her every bit as much. That sweet little angel occupied every minute of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jo Anna's&lt;/span&gt; day. Then there is Grace, she is such an adventurous, free spirited child and Grace is missing Anna every bit as much as we are. Especially at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;bath time&lt;/span&gt; each night. It still hurts for me to look at pictures, especially the picture of me holding Anna. I can still feel her, smell her and hear her dear little voice. It makes me sad beyond belief. Psalm 127:5 tells us that children are a blessing. With Anna, God's grace was upon us much more than we had or could have imagined. As I have said before, I do not know why God chose me to be that little girls poppa but I am eternally grateful for the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;. Again, I want to tell you all thank you for your calls, cards, emails, posts and for your prayers. God is listening to you and he is answering your prayers. Christ has and is working through you to give us strength. Four weeks ago the book of Anna Marie &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yitao&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Gooden's&lt;/span&gt; life was complete. She lived a full life, a life God so graciously blessed me and my family with. I am so proud of her. Her poppa loves her more today than ever. I know as much as I love her God loves her that much more. He loved her enough to send His son to die for her sins. So I rejoice for Anna and at the same time suffer with the grief of having to let her go. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249779113625304786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 114px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 110px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="149" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SNr2ShDmvtI/AAAAAAAAAAs/f3TsAElv0eY/s200/20945.jpeg" width="156" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Children are blessings from heaven above and they are precious. There are a million of these precious blessings out there tonight without a momma or a poppa. If you were to ask an orphan what they wanted more than anything in this world they would tell you it is a forever family. Those little blessings are out there waiting. Please take advantage of any opportunity you can to help them. If you can not adopt or are not in a position to adopt then please open your hearts and wallets and make a donation to organizations such as "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Shaohannah's&lt;/span&gt; Hope". Organizations like these assist families through grants to give homes to blessings such as our Anna. For your donations you will be blessed ten fold. Thank you for taking the time to meet our little girl &amp;amp; continuing to pray for our family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;May God bless you! &lt;em&gt;Tony  for our Family&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8371003422336464633?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8371003422336464633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8371003422336464633&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8371003422336464633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8371003422336464633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/4-weeks-ago-tonight.html' title='4 weeks ago tonight'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SNr3HLzV8-I/AAAAAAAAAA0/CF3GQEDonoE/s72-c/anna+3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8890448854406327839</id><published>2008-09-12T11:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T14:31:33.062-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Place of Rest</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SMvhssr_7gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qyiCZDcr-70/s1600-h/100_1241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245534349029273090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SMvhssr_7gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qyiCZDcr-70/s320/100_1241.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Tony &amp;amp; I placed our dear Anna's remains in her vault to rest. As emotional and pain re-newing as this was there was again a resounding sense of peace. We both felt so relieved that Anna was back with us. Her little velvet bag &amp;amp; box seemed unbelievably small in our hands. So different from her life. How big she was in life and how small our hands are in comparison to our Father's. With her ashes we placed in the vault her pink purse holding her most treasured strands of playtime beads and the family photo of Tony, Grace &amp;amp; myself that was submitted with our application to adopt for the 2Nd time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;To give you each some history of the "pink purse" I will tell you my last memory of Anna before the catherization. Anna carried and adorned both her purse and beads that morning. She won many hearts that early morning in the cath. lab waiting area as she sashayed through other children &amp;amp; their anxious families. I will never forget her sweet air of confidence in her pink froggie pj's, her hot pink "China squeaky shoes"(that I had removed the squeakers in fear of driving other nervous parents over the edge), and her silver &amp;amp; green mardi gras beads(I do not know where they came from, Grace got them somewhere) and the infamous Mary Kay pink purse(her sister had also relinquished rights to) at the cleft of her elbow. She was a beaming &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SMviC1JDp5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ofCPmhXdjxk/s1600-h/100_1202.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245534729255757714" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SMviC1JDp5I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ofCPmhXdjxk/s200/100_1202.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rainbow at 6 am on that rainy, damp morning. Her most prized possessions she so enjoyed right before the moment that ended life as we had known it. How bitter sweet this memory is for me today. I can still smell Anna on those pajama's that lay on my closet shelf still. I will never wash them and I will cling to them for as long as it takes. Then one day I will place them in my Anna's keepsake box. God only knows how long this momma will ache to hold her baby again. Only God will be powerful enough in His continuing love &amp;amp; guidance to one day ease the empty hurt enough to let me let go. One day I will let go of that soft garment she last wore. Oh, how I want to heal and yet long to hurt. The hurt keeps Anna close and I worry if I stop hurting will she not feel as close. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A dear friend gave me the Natalie Grant CD "Awaken" right before Anna's funeral. There is a song that was circled by this dear friend called "Held". The lyrics below give me such comfort today &amp;amp; I pray as I type this that it will give someone hurting with me the same comfort.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"If hope is born of suffering"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"If this is only the beginning"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Can we not wait, for one hour"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"Watching for our Savior"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(chorus)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"This is what it means to be held"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"How it feels, when the sacred is torn from your life and you survive"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"This is what it is to be loved and to know"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffcc99;"&gt;"That the promise was that when everything fell we'd be held"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless and Keep you all. He is blessing us and continues to keep us every minute, every hour and every day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8890448854406327839?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8890448854406327839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8890448854406327839&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8890448854406327839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8890448854406327839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/annas-place-of-rest.html' title='Anna&apos;s Place of Rest'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SMvhssr_7gI/AAAAAAAAAAc/qyiCZDcr-70/s72-c/100_1241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-6368247880524589669</id><published>2008-09-06T21:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:22:51.245-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SMIEwR27qHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U6mZfmlKYgo/s200/scan0001%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8172573679614715193?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8172573679614715193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8172573679614715193&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8172573679614715193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8172573679614715193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_GjWkp8JoVmI/SMIEwR27qHI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U6mZfmlKYgo/s72-c/scan0001%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-56773730920864023</id><published>2008-09-05T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T18:00:04.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You!!</title><content type='html'>Dearest Friends and Family~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words could never express how deeply we appreciate your thoughts, prayers and kind words of encouragement during the darkest hour of our lives as parents. Thanks to you we were lifted up in prayer and given strength beyond imagination. We remember wondering how a parent could even attend the funeral of their child, and if we had our rathers we would still be wondering. Now we know…. It’s the divine strength of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realize now that we are part of a "quilt" of God, which he drapes over His family in times of despair. We are now three tattered remnants that have been sewn back together in a different way; intermingled with other outside pieces. We cannot remain just as we were. We must be willing to change. It's not easy being part of this quilt, but it is how God wills us together. Alone we have no strength but skillfully sewn together as only God can do each of us now appliques the strongest of quilts. Thank each of you for your part in this gift of strength. I know Anna is so proud in heaven to see her family cared for so lovingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we think of Anna and of how precious she was to us we are reminded of 2 Corinthians 5:7 "We walk by faith, not by sight" and know that we were blessed and honored to be this precious little girl’s momma and poppa. We do wonder why this had to happen but rest in knowing God is in control and know His promise will never change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first lost Anna and struggled to go through each day it is you, our friends and family, that answered the call. You were the hands and feet of our Lord. Through your actions we learned what it meant to be held by our Maker. We also learned that a heart that receives from God has many riches to give to others. We cherish each and every one of you and welcome any chance we can see you soon! May God bless &amp;amp; keep you close!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Sincerest Gratitude,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tony, JoAnna &amp;amp; Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-56773730920864023?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/56773730920864023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=56773730920864023&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/56773730920864023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/56773730920864023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you.html' title='Thank You!!'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-8167046030865365171</id><published>2008-08-29T07:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T08:02:35.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Beyond Understanding</title><content type='html'>Good morning to everyone!&lt;br /&gt;I was laying in bed this morning and realized that I so needed to post this morning to tell each of you how amazing yesterday was.  Tony &amp;amp; I got up bruised and battered dreading the thought of making funeral arrangements.  Through only the Grace of God I can tell you that last night we both slept peacefully.  We had been so conflicted on where to place our Anna's remains since we are originally from VA and my Tony is in the line of work that will transfer us with promotion or assignment change.  The thought of leaving Anna behind was unbearable.  Without going through too many specifics God gave us the perfect place of rest for Anna's sweet remains and to all us adoptive parents who know their story, it is just down from Maria Chapman.  "The Garden of Angels" is it's name and oh, what angels it contains.  Tony &amp;amp; I are now dealing with a different struggle......we are searching our hearts &amp;amp; souls and begging God to help us find the words to let everyone know how amazing our baby Anna was &amp;amp; still is.  We feel so strongly that Anna's work here on earth is not done because she has left us to carry it on.  God's amazing Glory is something so many of us know as we know ourselves but there are many that wake up each morning without that divine recognition.  We want the loss of our Anna to ring the most important truth there is: &lt;strong&gt;GOD IS LOVE!  UNCONDITIONAL LOVE!  LOVE WITHOUT BOUNDARIES OR TIME&lt;/strong&gt;!  So we again thank you for each of your prayers &amp;amp; blessings on our family.  We ask you keep the next day in prayer that Tony &amp;amp; I can show to all that are watching that this is not something "God did to us" but something "God blessed us with" and continues to "do in us."  To express the urgency of this need is impossible.......we are just as desperate to continue Anna's work as we were to see her life with us continue 4 days ago.  Please know we love you all, even the one's we do not know......see, Amazing Love of Christ does that.  Our Grace I know has been a concern for all of you &amp;amp; for us and she is a true reflection of her God given name.  Grace is doing beautifully, yes, she hurts right along with us but for a almost 5 year old she is doing it with the strength.  Love, Kisses &amp;amp; Hugs from Jo, Tony &amp;amp; Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-8167046030865365171?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/8167046030865365171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=8167046030865365171&amp;isPopup=true' title='44 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8167046030865365171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/8167046030865365171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/peace-beyond-understanding.html' title='Peace Beyond Understanding'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>44</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-5224568716485400539</id><published>2008-08-27T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T16:56:42.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Is with Her Maker</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Oh, it is with a weary &amp;amp; sore heart that I write this message to all of you who have been praying so diligently. Our Anna's heart &amp;amp; little body just got too tired to go on. We received the results of the CT scan and without hesitation we knew God had answered a shared prayer......to show us His will without any question. Anna's cerebral cortex had been so &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;severely&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;jeopardized&lt;/span&gt; on Monday during CPR that any form of normal survival function was out of the question. The cerebral edema that was taking over both lobes could not be treated with any medicines. In addition, the trauma her heart sustained made surgery to correct very difficult with the continuing pressure build up. Basically, to continue we would be doing it for clearly selfish reasons since our sweet Anna would fight herself to death. No matter what the doctors tried to come up with as an option there was really only one. We took Anna off the bypass and all life support......and I had the incredible &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt; to hold my baby as her sweet heart beat its last beat. Oh, what a precious, peaceful moment. To know that God entrusted me with this amazing child for the last 10 weeks makes me so proud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so humbled by the outreach and prayers for our family. We are mourning, we are hurting, we are confused, we are yucky in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;every way&lt;/span&gt; right now but most importantly we praise our Heavenly Father and all His Glory!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want our time with Anna and her short life to bring him only Glory! Without the guidance of the Father we would never have even known this miraculous creature. Please join us in His praise and prayer for our sweet Grace. As a family we now have the mountain of pain, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;separation&lt;/span&gt;, and grief to conquer. Our Lord is covering us with His Cloak of Peace and for that we are so grateful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;~ Jo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Anna's Memorial Celebration&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Saturday, August 30&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10:00 AM Visitation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11:00 AM Memorial Celebration&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Williamson Memorial Funeral Home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3009 Columbia Avenue&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Franklin, TN 37064&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;615-794-2289&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;In lieu of flowers, please make donations to Nashville's Ronald McDonald House&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.rmhnashville.com/donations/index.html"&gt;http://www.rmhnashville.com/donations/index.html&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thank you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-5224568716485400539?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5224568716485400539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=5224568716485400539&amp;isPopup=true' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5224568716485400539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5224568716485400539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/anna-is-with-her-maker.html' title='Anna Is with Her Maker'/><author><name>Anna's Family</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07887168032738011173</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-5343352009549273039</id><published>2008-08-27T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T23:22:17.609-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayers Needed Now During CT Scan</title><content type='html'>Jo mentioned posting here today so I've been waiting to post an update, but I know she's very busy and preoccupied.  I talked to Jo earlier this morning and she sent a quick email at noon, and I just heard from our friend, Angela.  Here's what I know at this time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Angela called to say they weren't able to get her off of the bypass, but they took her down for the CT just a half hour or so ago with all the equipment.  The big prayer request is of course for a positive CT scan result and also for Tony and Jo as they receive those results.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apparently they perforated a vein when they pulled out one of the lines, so please pray for that.  I'm not exactly sure what that could mean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna was taken off of her seizure medicine this morning, so pray that she doesn't have any seizures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One possible problem was averted early this morning when they found a clot in her bypass tubes and Anna remained stable while they changed all the tubing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks again and hopefully Jo will be able to post later today with some news.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-5343352009549273039?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/5343352009549273039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=5343352009549273039&amp;isPopup=true' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5343352009549273039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/5343352009549273039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/prayers-needed-now-during-ct-scan.html' title='Prayers Needed Now During CT Scan'/><author><name>Cindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_COqBmyLO2vo/R78mpXQNZYI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cEc-LQ53RtU/S220/FCC+CNY+08+c(78).jpg'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-7136694571743036147</id><published>2008-08-27T08:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T12:29:34.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remaining Hopeful!</title><content type='html'>Several of you have been desperate for an update, and I understand. Jo told me she doesn’t want to update until there’s news, but I know you all just want to know how everything is going, so I’ll try to do that as best I can….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctors hadn’t been able to do the CAT scan because she needs to be weaned off of the bypass machine first. The bypass machine is very large and they can’t wheel her in for the CAT until she’s able to keep her heart pumping on its own. The prayer last night into this morning is that they can completely wean her off of the bypass by 8 AM (hopefully that’s happened, I’m going to call to see) so they can wheel her in for a CAT scan to see what’s going on in her little brain. They tried taking her off yesterday morning and her little heart beat on its own for 6 minutes before it gave out, which they felt was good for the first try. Pray that there is no bleeding or swelling of the brain and that there’s no damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Along with the kicks yesterday, last night she began responding to light which they believe shows some neurological function. She’s had episodes of dropping bp again and there have been small improvements in some areas and small set backs in others. Jo said she had about six less tubes on her little arm when she returned after being with Grace last night (more kissing room, Jo said). The seizures continue and have increased so they put her on medication to stop them which has made her less responsive (to light and any other stimulation), apparently. She’s needed numerous blood transfusions because the site where the ECMO (bypass machine) is inserted continues to bleed…another reason they need to get her off of that machine, but she seems relatively stable in many areas. Please also pray against infection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The G's (omitting last name for safety reasons) are getting little signs everywhere they turn that God is hearing their prayers and sustaining them. They do have moments when the fear, doubts, frustrations, and tiredness set in and so they need our prayer covering. Nights are hardest…Anna seems to be worse at night and Jo has been alone and that’s when the fear and doubt are magnified. So, if you are awakened at night for any reason (or you’re like me and tend to be up at 2AM anyway), please pray for them. A group of us ladies stayed at the hospital with Jo until 2 AM last night and she was doing really well last night. SHE was encouraging US! She amazes me! After we all prayed and prayed, we talked…she did most of the talking and laughing and it was good medicine for all of our hearts. I think we all needed a little respite from the sadness. Tony, I think, is taking it the hardest. My heart just breaks thinking about Tony! He loves his baby girl so much. He’s trying to understand it all, and there just is no understanding this side of heaven…but he’s still keeping the faith and holding on to the little progress Anna has made and the little signs from God…a rainbow he saw coming home from the hospital and a shooting star he saw in the sky tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also pray for Grace. Jo explained to her a little bit about Anna. You all probably know how intuitive and wise she is and she needs to be lifted up, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people have asked how they can help…besides the obvious and important prayer cover right now, I’m trying to put together a schedule for people to bring meals to them at the hospital so please let me know if you’re in the area and interested. There isn’t a lot of food available at the hospital and it’s a hassle to get the car, drive to a restaurant, park again, etc. (Vanderbilt’s a big hospital). I think they also just like for people to stop by and give them a hug and/or say a prayer with them….no words are necessary, just a hug and letting them know you’re praying. They seem to be good for food at home for a little bit, but I’m sure they could always use freezer meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many out of town friends and family have emailed me to ask how they can help and the only thing I can think of is to keep emailing support, ecards, whatever, and maybe send them a gift card for a restaurant. If anyone knows of restaurants around the hospital or has any other ideas of what friends and family can do from a distance, please share in the comments section. My thought about the gift cards is also that whoever goes home to stay with Grace in the evening can take her for a quick meal on occasion instead of cooking for two. If anyone knows of Grace’s favorite restaurants, please share that with us all, as well. I know she likes Panera for breakfast. Another idea is a Plumgood gift card…Plumgood is a grocery delivery service in our area. They can order groceries from the computer and it will be delivered (free delivery) to their front door in an insulated tote. The website is: &lt;a href="http://www.plumgoodfood.com/Pages/Gifts/"&gt;http://www.plumgoodfood.com/Pages/Gifts/&lt;/a&gt;. We do have a Super Suppers in our area, but I don’t know if they have the freezer space for all the frozen meals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry this is long and doesn’t contain much news. I just know that especially for you all far away, any little detail is news.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of Jo and Tony and their family, thank you all for your prayers…they feel them and are encouraged by the emails from all around the world telling them of prayers for Anna and the family. All of you family and friends are being prayed for, too! You can also send encouragement or prayers for the family by clicking on "comment" under each post and Jo and Tony will be able to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remaining hopeful,&lt;br /&gt;Cindy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-7136694571743036147?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/7136694571743036147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=7136694571743036147&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/7136694571743036147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/7136694571743036147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/several-of-you-have-been-desperate-for.html' title='Remaining Hopeful!'/><author><name>Cindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_COqBmyLO2vo/R78mpXQNZYI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cEc-LQ53RtU/S220/FCC+CNY+08+c(78).jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6285892890123144118.post-4392200425233557414</id><published>2008-08-26T17:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T08:49:46.972-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna's Kicking!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;We just got home from our visit with Tony, Jo, and Tony’s sister, Shelly and all I can say is that they AMAZE me in their strength. I know God promises us His strength will be made perfect in our weakness, and it is evident in Tony and Jo today…praise God! On behalf of the Goodens, thank you for all of your prayers. Keep them coming as I’m sure there will be waves of grief and confusion. They are still heartbroken and hurting, but they’re hopeful and hanging on along with little Anna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope Jo has a chance to share the details of this story with you because she has a way with a good story…but for now, my version (and hopefully an accurate version)…the medical staff were preparing Anna to see if she was stable enough to be removed from the ECMO (basically a bypass machine if I understand it correctly) so they could bring her in for a CAT scan. While they were messing with something on her leg she kicked the nurse, and then when provoked again kicked two more times! Apparently that was the “sign” we were praying for earlier this morning…the sign they needed to know there was some neurological function. Small, but significant...a little ray of hope to hold onto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So, we remain hopeful that Anna is just taking some time to “reboot” her computer and she’ll be awake soon and playing. The little fighter looked good considering all the tubes and machines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Please keep praying and we will try to keep you updated!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6285892890123144118-4392200425233557414?l=prayingforanna.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/feeds/4392200425233557414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6285892890123144118&amp;postID=4392200425233557414&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/4392200425233557414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6285892890123144118/posts/default/4392200425233557414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://prayingforanna.blogspot.com/2008/08/annas-kicking.html' title='Anna&apos;s Kicking!'/><author><name>Cindy</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_COqBmyLO2vo/R78mpXQNZYI/AAAAAAAAA8w/cEc-LQ53RtU/S220/FCC+CNY+08+c(78).jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
