Yes, you read the title correctly, now let me explain. Nearly two years ago we had the opportunity to live in Singapore for seven months. While I can honestly say that this was one of the greatest experiences for our young family, it also brought along some of the greatest challenges.
Don't get me wrong. We met some of the most wonderful people, ate the most amazing food and created memories never to be forgotten. However, there is something to be said about living in a tiny apartment, in a high rise with two loud boys (ages 3 and 18 months). To be quite honest, I never considered Isaiah and Caleb to be loud, until we were living between concrete walls and wood floors. I don't think "mom, I need my bottom wiped" has ever echoed as loud as it did between the walls of that apartment. But that is a story for another day.
One day, while we were still adjusting to our new life in Singapore, we had an especially difficult day. Isaiah was crying in his room, I was crying in my room and Caleb was crying because our doors were closed and he couldn't get in either room. Now, take a moment to think about those concrete walls and wood floors and you can just imagine how loud it must have been in our apartment at that time.
I remember sitting on my bed crying and I heard the Lord say, "I will meet you where you're at." Out of frustration and anger the only thing I could respond with was "yeah right, you haven't done anything for me since the day we got here." I am sure you are thinking my next sentence will say something like... the only thing I remember was being struck by lightning...., but this is what I love about God and his grace. Believe me, I need it more than most people.
This is where God met me...
That night, I had a dream that I was at my mom's house. She had just finished grating about 4 pounds of cheese and for some reason threw it into a cooler full of water. I was standing over the cooler, staring at this balled up cheese and thought it would be helpful to break it up. Instead of using my hands, I began stepping in the cheese. When my mom saw me, she got upset and asked what I was doing. All I could do was stare at her and wonder how I got myself into this mess. Couldn't she see that I was just trying to be helpful?
The next morning I woke up with a sense of peace and realized that God had indeed met me where I needed Him most. Through my dream he showed me that not only were the boys having to adjust to a different life, but I was perceiving their behavior to be different than what they were intending it to be. The problem was not with them, but instead it was my frustration and lack of understanding. After all, they need grace as much as I do.
I am so thankful for this lesson because there is a high possibility that our daughter, who we will be adopting from Russia, will have some major adjustments to make when we bring her home. This will require the grace I have practiced with Isaiah and Caleb over the years and the grace shown to me by God.
To that I say "stepping in cheese!"
Please pray that our daughter has the love and nourishment she needs to grow and be healthy. We have yet to meet her, but know she is out there waiting for us.
Blessings,
Anna