Friday, October 28, 2011

Lessons I've learned from the J-man

This blog is about my crazy journey through life...the ups, downs, and definitely funny things that happen along the way.  Today is a little different.  I want you to meet J. 

 J just turned 11 and I have had him in children's ministry the whole time (boo, this is his last year!)  J is pretty much a celebrity in our quaint little town, and as you read this post you will realize why.  J was born with achondraplasia, which means he is a little person.  Before you say, "Aww, poor guy," just read the rest of the post...you won't be feeling sorry for this fella for long.  Being a dwarf has caused a lot of obstacles both physically and emotionally, but J has not only overcome many obstacles, he has taught so many along the way.  I want to share with you some of the lessons I have learned from my little J-man!

1-Life is not fair, but God is sovereign.  No...life isn't fair.  It isn't fair that J has had to endure 16 or more surgeries ( I forget how many exactly there have been).  It isn't fair that his back hurts consistently.  It isn't fair that his neck hurts because he has to look up all the time.  It isn't fair that people are rude out of ignorance.  It isn't fair that he can't physically keep up with the other kids in playing.  It isn't fair.  Well, that is what we (all of those who know and love J) think.  J, on the other hand, chooses to embrace who he is.  He chooses to remember that those people who say rude things just don't realize it hurts his feelings.  He chooses to remember that God CHOSE to make him like he is, and though things are difficult, there are so many blessings and opportunities that come from our hard times.  J doesn't get upset that he can't see over a big crowd, he just uses his extra space down there to zip right through a crowd like a superhero without ever being noticed!  Now, he is a kid and he is human, so yeah, he gets discouraged, but the difference is, he does not stay in that place.  He chooses to move on.  To see this fella praise the Lord in his hard circumstances brings me to my knees.
 2-Be patient, the world doesn't revolve around you.  Not only is J a little person, but he is also the youngest of four siblings.  Yes, our whole town knows J and caters to his every want (you should have seen his hospital room after a surgery just because he said all he wanted were balloons...I forget how many he had, but I'm pretty sure it was well over 50!), but again, he has 3 older siblings who are very involved in every activity under the sun, which means J has to just be patient.  Now, I know that ever kid has to learn to be patient.  It is a part of life we just have to learn at some point.  However, when you are a little person and just need a little more help (he needs much much less help than he used to of course), people sometimes forget, and patience is needed.  Yes, I have seen J yell at his family, but it was only used to be heard.  It is hard to be patient and I have seen him display it wonderfully.
 3-Be a good friend.  There have been times when I have seen J discouraged with his friends.  Now, J's friends are wonderful to him.  They help him, yet treat him like a regular guy.  However, because none of us have been in J's shoes, we just don't know what it is like to see your friends run outside and not realize you can't keep up.  We can't understand how it feels fully to notice people who don't know you staring and trying to figure you out.  We just don't understand.  Now, I want you to hear my heart in this.  I am in no way saying that J's friends have done anything wrong at all...they are great friends.,.I am always so encouraged to see them with him.  I just know that when I get left out accidentally or purposefully, when people talk about me, or when I get my feelings hurt, I may not be as gracious as I have seen J be.  He is a great friend!

Oh, and the picture below...that is not snot coming out of his nose...it is some weird lighting with the photo...my fault.
 I am so thankful that M and J are such good friends.  It sometimes brings tears to my eyes to think of the difficult things both of these kiddos have been through and how both have overcome so many trials!  I am blessed!
 4-It is ok to ask for help.  I sometimes have a hard time asking for help.  I would just rather do it myself than ask for help.  I don't know if it is pride, or not wanting to bother people, or maybe a little of both, but J is a great example of graciously and kindly asking for help.

As you can see in the picture, he also has no problem beating his friends up!  Hahaha.
 5-Like who you are.  Sometimes I have a hard time liking who I am.  I play the comparing game way too much.  I think things like, "I wish I could take pictures like________.  I wish I was quiet and gentle like ______.  I wish I had it together like ______.  I wish I was patient with my kids like _____."  Those thoughts that are quick to come to my mind can be so destructive if I choose to let them.  J could find reasons to wish he was different than he is, but this is a conversation I recently had with him in Sunday School:
Me: What is one thing you would change about your family...if you could change anything at all?
J:  I would make them all small like me.  It hurts my neck to look at them all.
Me:  You would make them small?  If you had a choice, would you make them small or make you tall?
J:  I would make them small cause it hurts my neck.  I like being small.  It's fun to be different.  And when I am in a big crowd, I can get where I want to go faster than anybody!

Good point J...like who you are!


 6-Don't give up...keep going and find a way.  Obviously there are physical obstacles to overcome in the little, everyday tasks, and while J is good about receiving help, he is also very independent and has a drive to do things on his own.  He has great endurance for sure!  I'm pretty sure I might play into my weaknesses and get all the help I can, but he doesn't.  Yes, he is in pain, but he keeps going.  He can whip around on his bike faster than some kids his age.  He doesn't not give excuses.  Things are often a lot tougher for him and he has to work a lot harder, but he doesn't give up!  Recently, I was in his house for something, and he wanted a drink of Sprite.  Instead of asking for one from one of the 3 adults standing there, he got the sprite out, then did his tricky climb onto the counter, reached up high, got his cup, did his tricky decline, and got his drink.  You might think this is no big deal, but I though it was a great accomplishment! 
 I know I have written a LOT about this guy today, and there are so many people in my life that I have learned so much from, but this is what God laid on my heart to write.  I hope you heard my heart as I wrote these things.  I know J is not perfect.  I know he has his imperfections, but he is also very inspirational in my life and God is using this little fella in a HUGE way to show God's love, grace, and power to SO many people!
 Thank you Lord for letting me know this J-man and his family!

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Our last 6 and a 1/2

Our last six and a half birthday has finally arrived!  Happy 6 1/2 to our sweet S girl!  Why in the world would we celebrate 6 1/2 you may ask?  Well let me tell you a little story...
It begins in March/April of 2006...we had just picked up a wild little foster girl and were trying to wrap our minds around how to do the whole parent thing.  In the middle of getting clothes, hygeine products, enrolled in school, and getting to know the new person living in our home, we were exhausted and overwhelmed as we constantly tried to figure this girl out, explore her past and determine her needs for the present and future.  Our feisty little M needed the two to one ratio our home allowed at the time.  She was 6 at the time and woke up one morning saying she was 7.  That was it, she just decided she was 7.  So, we spent the next few days figuring out when her birthday was and when they entered the dhs system and so on (yes, it seems this would take one phone call, but it took several days...that's a whole different story).  While talking to the workers to figure everything out, M's worker started laughing and said, "Oh..that's funny!  M was removed from the home ON her birthday!"
There are some wonderful dhs workers, and we have had several workers who go beyond their job.  This was NOT one of those.  No, miss worker lady, it is NOT funny that a child was torn away from everything they know on their birthday!  That is not funny at all!!!  And, on top of it, this worker wasn't even right.  M was removed a couple of days BEFORE her birthday, which meant she spent her 6th birthday in a shelter, sleeping in separate quarters from her sisters, and being woke up in the night to comfort her sisters because they could not be comforted by staff.  Don't get me wrong.  I do not want to paint a terrible picture of the shelter.  This shelter is a really big one in the city and I'm sure they were packed.  They did not mean to ignore her birthday, but it just went unrecognized.  They are just trying to take care of basic needs, so things like birthdays might go unrecognized, and maybe they try to celebrate birthdays when they can (I know our local shelter does), but they just missed M's.  And as far as we can tell, the girls had no significant celebration of birthdays, which is the total opposite of how we were raised, so it just made us so sad!  No wonder M just woke up and decided she was 7, that's what happened when she turned 6.  She woke up one day and someone said she was 6!  Unlike the worker, it bothered us so much.  We were unsure that we would have her when she turned 7...I remember how distant 7 seemed!  My goodness, getting through one day was such an accomplishment, and we were preparing M to go back home soon, so the possibility of having her til she was 7 seemed so unrealistic to me!  It is pretty funny to think of now...we are planning her 12th, yes 12th birthday!  But at the time, 7 seemed so so far away, so we planned a 6 1/2 party!  Our friend RaeAnn's actual birthday was about that time, and we were visiting her, so we had a party, got a cake and had a little party, with our family and hers.  M loved it, and in our minds, that might be the last celebration she would get, BOY were we EVER WRONG!!!  Six months later, we celebrated her 7th birthday with a royal princess party (shared with her uncle Jarrod, yes he had a princess party)!  Six months later, with three extra kids, M remembered that it would be her 7 1/2 birthday!  We realized right then that this little situation was going to be pretty long term, and that would be a LOT of half birthdays to keep up with, so we better just stick to 6 1/2. 

And there you go...we now celebrate every one's 6 1/2 birthday.  One of the girls came home from school one day very sad that her friend didn't get anything for her 6 1/2 birthday...sorry parents if we caused any trouble there!
 And that brings us to our smiley S.  We got her when she was 2 1/2ish and I just can't believe we are already celebrating her 6 1/2...our LAST 6 1/2!!!  Maybe I will convince Bethany to let us do 6 1/2 for B, my nephew!
You might think that being the baby of 4 girls, S would be dependent and used to being bossed around by sisters.  Think again!  S is one independent girl and can boss with the best of them!  She loves to help people and seriously makes people smile when she smiles at them.  She is smart.  She sees needs and tends to them.  She is loving and sweet and let me tell you, she can hold her own against pretty much anyone!  Just a piece of advice, don't mess with S's sisters...she will come after you!!!  Happy 6 1/2 sweet S!!! 

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Just that kind of day

I've noticed that I have put only stories with no pictures, so I decided to put a few pictures up to enjoy admist my stories.


Our days are full of ups and downs. I am trying hard to be more calm during the meltdowns, but I fail often. However, when I am actually calm during a meltdown, there can be some humor in it. We have to see the humor in all sorts of situations or we could go crazy around here! A few weeks ago, S was having a meltdown in the car about something...I have no idea what the fit was about, but it led to this:



S: I don't like this day!!!!

Us: Sorry...

S: It's an UGLY day!!!

Us: Sorry

S: This is an S-word day!!!







That's right...it was an s-word day! Sorry about having a stupid day S! We laughed and made the best of the situation. Hope you have a great day!





Thursday, September 22, 2011

19 years ago...




















Wow...19 years seems like a really long time. Truth is...it IS. When a person is at a job for 19 years, it is a big deal. When a person lives in a home for 19 years, it is a big deal. My 19 years....my mom has been gone for 19 years. Wow...19 years! That's a long time. While last year I felt the sharp pain on the anniversary of her death, this year the pain is in a different way. Let me see if I can explain this.



Last year, I missed my mother. I wanted to spend time with her. I wanted to hear her laugh. I wanted to taste her cooking (cause she really did cook so good). I wanted to do something crafty with her. I wanted to play with her hair. Get the idea? I wanted to just be with her. While I still dearly want those things this year, it seems to be a bit different. This year...I want her to bake cookies with my girls. I want my girls to rub her feet. I want her to pick out presents for my girls. I want my girls to call her on her birthday and sing to her. I want her to sing all of the fun kids songs to the girls.



I am so so truly blessed with my stepmom, aunts, and so many friends who fill many parts of the role of my mom and especially in regards to my girls, but I miss having HER fill that role. No one can do things like her. I miss that. My heart hurts...it really does.



But I think about what the Lord did on this day several years ago (I wrote about it last year on September 23), and I KNOW and REJOICE in the undeniable fact that God has made new life. He has restored this once gloomy day and made it a day of new life. God has given me so many blessings in my life. So many. One of the things that many people say to Autumn and I all the time is "Wow...I am so glad you took these girls, I just don't know where they would be without you."



I never know how to take that. I never know how to respond. Part of me thinks, "Man, I know...where would they be if they were still in that situation." Then the other part thinks, "Are you kidding? Autumn and I make so many mistakes!" Then, I realize what the truth of the statement is...."WOW...where would these girls be without the Lord rescuing them from the terrible awful place and restoring them anew."



What a beautiful picture of what the Lord CAN do for us all, if we choose. He takes us from our dirty sin and restores us and makes us new. I am amazed when I look at my girls and see this tangible picture of God's restoration. Because, these girls weren't just saved and now they are doing just ok...they have overcome so many things, risen above them, and are now using those same terrible experiences to minister to others. Just this week at the dinner table, the girls brought up the fact that a lot of kids often ask them about their past. I asked them how they handled it, and I had nothing really to add except for encouragement. They were handling it the right way! Thank you Lord!



Anyway...I know I have rambled on and on, but my point being, that on this day that I specifically remember the worst day of my life, I also rejoice in God's grace and mercy. I rejoice in the fact that he makes things new.


Oh...and the pictures were taken over a year ago, but I love them. Each girl got something of my mother's to take her picture with ....LOVE them!!!!!

A Tinsley Girl's Thoughts on Football



I love football season. Cool air. The whole town showing up to support the team. Cheering fans. The band playing. Visiting with all of my friends. Cheerleaders with their hair perfectly done cheering their heart out. Food from the concession stand. Oh yeah, there's a game too right? I like the game too, but I can't always understand what is going on, but don't worry, I just stand and cheer when everyone else does! Well, as you can see, I'm not as into the game, but I love football season. Unfortunately, our girls have taken after us and don't know a ton about any sports, although they do now know the correct name of the sport we are going to see...most of the time. While most families have Superbowl parties, our female family gears up for a Miss America party! With all of this said, I will share with you A's thoughts on football.


Remember, A is the girl that asks a million questions about anything...really...a million. You can just see the wheels turning in her eyes, and I love to see the world through her perspective. As this one-of-a-kind girl sits and watches a football game, the wrinkle of her eyebrows totally gives it away...she does NOT see any reason at all why someone would actually CHOOSE to play football. "Why do all of those boys just run around on the grass and hit each other? Are they mad at each other?" It just does not make sense to her. The more she watches, the more she doesn't understand..."I just don't know why they want to get hit...or hit each other!" Me either A...I don't get it either!


Don't get me wrong, she loves to go to the game, although the concession stand takes priority over the game anytime! A conversation we had while watching a game:

A: Do girls play football?

Me: Well, a few have, but they don't usually.

A: How come? They aren't mad enough?

Me: Well, I guess it's just a rough game and they don't really want to...I'm not sure

A: Well it would be a better game if girls played.

Me: Oh yeah?

A: Yep. Girls would make it better.

Me: How so?

A: Well girls can't throw as far, so those guys wouldn't have to run as far to go get the ball. See...now they have to run all the way to the end of grass, but if girls threw the ball they wouldn't have to run as far. And girls don't hit as hard, so they wouldn't get hurt!


Makes perfect sense to me my little frog girl....perfect sense!


One Saturday evening we didn't have a lot going on, so the girls went to the living room and turned on "Anne of Green Gables" (one of my all time favorite movies). I, however, decided that I would turn on the big football game since the rest of my state would be talking about the game the next day. A came with me to my room to watch the game. Well, watch is a rather loose term in this case. The game was on...I was editing photos while kind of listening to the game and looking up every once in a while. A was watching the game and again, talking about how little sense it makes for all of those boys to hit each other all the time.

A: Trin, I think that guy is hurt.

Me: (still not paying a lot of attention) hmmm...

A: Is he? Is he hurt?

I look up at the TV and don't see anyone hurt.

Me: I don't think so...I think everyone is fine.

A: I think that guy hurt his hand! Did he break his hand?

Me: I really don't think so.

A: (She is really worried now and getting very persistent to solve this mystery) But that man said it...that man said they guy broke his hand!

Me: Well they aren't showing it..let me rewind it and see.

A: That man said it, I KNOW he did!

Me: Okay, what exactly did he say?

A: He said, (in her best announcer voice) "And he took the hand off"


HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!! Poor girl...I laughed so hard before I could explain to her that taking the hand off had nothing to do with breaking his body at all! Oh I love her perspective! Needless to say, I do NOT think I have a football fanatic on my hands!

Friday, September 2, 2011

I forgot how to do this...

So I'm not going to make a whole post about all the reasons why I haven't posted in over a month. All of the excuses just sound like excuses because that is exactly what they are, so I am going to just start posting and try and catch up with all of the news and stories that have happened since I last posted. As you can probably tell, I am an avoider. If something feels overwhelming, I avoid it. That is why I haven't posted, and that is also why my laundry piles up and my house is a mess...how's that for honesty? HA!!





On to the story. On Sunday we found out that one of A's classmates was in the hospital with asthma (she is now in the children's hospital ICU...pray for her please!!!), so I decided to drop off Autumn and the other 3 girls at home after church, and A, A's friend O and I went to visit her in the hospital. We of course had to stop for lunch, so we dined at Wendy's. We don't get the chance to just take one sister out at a time, so it is a fun treat when we do, even if it is with a friend! As the three of us ate, I noticed two policemen in full uniform were also eating with what seemed to be one of the men's wife and son. When the policemen finished their meal and passed by our table on their way out the door, I noticed A's eyes grow wide and I could just see the wheels turning in her head. To my surprise, she was silent as they passed by the table and out the door. Just as I thought she wasn't going to make any kind of comment or ask a question about the police, she looked straight at me and stated matter-of-factly, "Well, what are you going to do?"


Me: What?


Her: Well, aren't you going to do something?


Me: About what?


Her: Those polices just came by and TOOK that kid with them!!! You can't just go around taking kids! You have to do something! I almost jumped on them!

Oh my goodness...can you imagine if she really jumped on the police? I mean really, what would I do? How in the world would I explain....I'm sorry officer that my daughter just burst out of her seat and attacked you like a wild animal, she thought you were stealing this darling child that seems to be your son...oops! Yeah, I don't think that would go over too well. I could see the lightbulb go on in her head when I explained that the child with the officer was probably in fact his son. She had never thought of that. She said, "I didn't know polices had a wife and kids."

Her eye for detail amazes me. The girl went on to describe the men, boy and lady in complete detail. She definitely could have drawn them or described them if we needed to catch them. I thought about that incident all day long. It was just so strange to me that it would bother A enough to remember exactly what they looked like and to want to jump on them and want me to do something about the police. I couldn't figure out what that girl was thinking...it bothered me.

That evening I talked to A again about what had happened at lunch that day. That's when it all came clear.
Me: "What did you want me to do for that little boy today?"
A: "I wanted you to find a home for him."

GOT IT! This whole time I thought that A thought the police were stealing that boy. That's not at all what she thought. You see, she associates children with police meaning that the children are being taken from their home and put into foster care. She wanted me to find a home for that little boy. She wanted to jump on them I guess because it stirred up so much emotion in her that she could just explode.

Wow....

My girls have been through awful things. They have been through traumatic situations. They have chosen to use their experiences to help others.

Wow....

What an example! We all have big issues we have faced. We all have things that have been difficult in our lives. What will we do with those things? Do we choose to sit and just let life pass us by, or will we choose to jump on it (but not on people!) and use the bad things to help others! Thank you Lord that you can use any and all things to bring Glory to YOUR name!





I sweetly (ok maybe I was laughing) suggested to A that the boy was probably one of the men's son and they were probably just having lunch together. That had never occured to her! Poor girl can walk into a room and notice the teeny tiniest detail and totally miss the obvious!!! After giving a short lecture about how inappropriate it is to jump on people when you think they are wrong, or jump on anyone for any occasion really.

Sunday, July 10, 2011

60 Candles

Happy Birthday Dad!!! I can NOT believe you are 60!
So...in honor of dad's 60 candles and 60 years of life, the girls and I have come up with 60 reasons we love dad/grandpa, or just some fun memories! It will be long....enjoy!

These are in no order, and I had the girls write them down on their own, so I kept their spelling on them.



  1. He helped me when I fell down.--S

  2. He taught me how to do the puzzle--M

  3. I love his movies about Popeye and Betty Boop--H

  4. He lovs God--A

  5. He is the same at home as he is in public--Trin

  6. He dances funny--H

  7. He holds the door--M

  8. He let us sleep in the tent--S

  9. He gives good advice--Autumn

  10. He has cool moves--M

  11. He has a good and prity bathroom--A

  12. He does fantsy dinners--H

  13. He is a good cook--A

  14. He is funny--S

  15. He seeks the Lord--Trin

  16. He has good reasons and lessons--H

  17. He is healthy--M

  18. He does great planning--M

  19. He has very good manners--M

  20. He gets the dogs when they bark at us--H

  21. He is fair--Trin

  22. He is trustworthy--Autumn

  23. He is vary good at playing his gootar--A

  24. He is strong--M

  25. He tells funny jokes--A

  26. He loves to watch tv with us--H

  27. He plays watergun fights with us--H

  28. He makes the best hot dogs--A

  29. He is a great husband--M

  30. He is a great deacon--M Am I really only half way done???

  31. He helps us cook breakfast--S (he always makes a good breakfast--me)

  32. He lets us watch a lot ov tv--A

  33. He lets us sleep in a tent--H

  34. He tells jokes--M (I never get them)

  35. He plays with me--M

  36. He let us ride one of the busses--M

  37. He is a cool grandpal--H

  38. He is fun to swim with--H

  39. I love the thangs abot him--A

  40. He has a funy mined--A

  41. He cooks good hot dogs--M

  42. He cooks good smors--M

  43. He has good movies at his house like Betty Boo and popeye...I like her hair down--S

  44. He is a good teacher--M

  45. He is the best grampa--M

  46. He lives what he preaches--Trin

  47. He has funy nabers--A

  48. He has funny jokes--H

  49. He is nice--H

  50. He lets us ride the bus--H

  51. He is a good cook--H

  52. He is fun to play with--H

  53. He is fun an grate--A

  54. He has good food--A

  55. He is a great person--M

  56. He helps me--M

  57. He loves me--M

  58. He cooked hot dogs--S

  59. He is a great person--M

  60. WE LOVE HAVING HIM AS OUR DAD AND GRANDPA!!!!!--All of the girls

We love you and hope you have a GREAT birthday!!!!!!