Mallie "Luv Luv" Phelan

Well, of course I would much rather be writing a post with good news than bad, but I do want to share the latest Phelan Pham news which brings grief and sorrow to our souls. We found out we were pregnant a week and a half ago. We were QUITE surprised as we were trying to not get pregnant. But, we of course welcomed with great joy the unexpected miracle bestowed upon us by the Lord. We had just talked over our 12th anniversary dinner about the possibility of a 4th Phelan, and we both felt like God has a 4th child in our phamily at some point, just not yet. We also felt like we needed to keep praying about whether God would lead us to adopt again (we LOVE adoption, of course:) ) or if we would go for pregnancy again. Well, we were pregnant at that anniversary dinner and God already knew He had given us an 8th Phelan little one (one precious son out of womb, 2 healthy little girls in womb, and 5 little ones taken to heaven before we could hold them). We have been so excited for the short week and a half that we have known, and Ford and Milly have been, too. Before we told Milly and Ford, Milly asked, "Mom, when are you going to be pregnant?" (She's been telling me that "Jo Jo (as Ford and Mill call her) is too big for her now and she wants another baby in the family.") We took her question as the cue for when we should tell them. Ford did a fist pump in excitement and Milly, our questioner, asked, "Really? There's a REAL baby in your tummy? YEAH!! How is the baby going to get out?" (She has asked that question several times and I have just told her, "Why don't you ask Daddy about that?" Milly then decided we should call the baby "Luv Luv", so that instantly became the baby's womb name. We made a shirt for Virginia Grace to wear around the house out of one of Ford's old white undershirts that said, "I'm a BIG sister!" It was so cute to see her running around the house in the shirt, clueless about what the shirt declared:) Mallie Drew, a fellow Mountain Brook High School grad, was an intern with our church for the past month, and she was the HUGEST blessing to all 6 of our phamily. Ford, Milly, and VG LOVED "Mae Mae". They preferred her over Mama many times :) She spoiled 'em good. Milly is still talking about how "Miss Mallie" gave her chocolate chip pound cake for breakfast. Luv Luv loved Mallie as well because Mallie was the first person we told about his/her life. Mallie was staying in our office for the month, so we instantly wanted to tell our wonderful Mallie our great, surprising news. Tears of joy filled Mallie's eyes when we told her and she immediately began praising God and praying for Luv Luv. Stephen and I also LOVED the gift of Mallie for her many gifts she bestowed upon our family, upon our marriage (she kept the kids after we found out about the pregnancy so that we could have a celebration date. She had a box of Ghiradelli chocolate squares on my pillow when I got home to satisfy my pregnancy cravings.), and upon our disorganized home. As Stephen told her, "Our home has never had this much Shalom due to the order and organization." Several friends said that they never had seen the top of my desk until Mallie helped me clean it off and organize the clutter:) THANK YOU, Mallie, for your amazing faithfulness, for the way you served and loved and prayed and spurred me on to abide more and more in Jesus! Mallie recommended two books, "Come Away My Beloved" and "Hinds Feet On High Places", that have helped me through the grief of this miscarriage. As you can tell, Mallie has blessed us and our pregnancy greatly. So, we wanted to name our 8th Phelan "Mallie Luv Luv Phelan" after precious Mallie Drew.

We are so grateful that Luv Luv is in heaven with Jesus, yet we ache deeply, wishing we could've held our little one. (Milly and I thought it was a girl, Ford thought it was "both" - YIKES! Twins- and Virginia Grace replied, "Boy" when we asked her. Stephen just hoped for a healthy boy or girl.) God was so sweet to me last night as I lay sadly in bed, longing for Luv Luv. I felt him impress on my heart that He wanted me to feast on something in His Word before I ate my leftover pizza. So, He led me to 2 Samuel: 12:15-23, subtitled "David's Child Dies." As I read along, my heart smiled and became more and more encouraged as I digested the words of David, a fellow brother and parent who had gone before me. "David's servants said to Him, 'What is this thing that you have done? You fasted and wept for the child while he was alive; but when the child dies, you arose and ate food.' David said, 'While the child was still alive, I fasted and wept, for I said, 'Who knows whether the Lord will be gracious to me, that the child may live?' But now he is dead. Why should I fast? Can I bring him back again? I shall go to him, but he will not return to me.' " Wow. That was so intimate and personal of God to speak to me through the Scripture like that. And God added comfort on comfort through sweet Ford this morning when Ford said, "Mom, we will see Luv Luv in heaven one day." The beautiful, simple faith of a child. Milly's still asking questions, wondering why Luv Luv wasn't healthy and if Luv Luv is still in my tummy. And Virginia Grace, our bundle of JOY (We prayed for her while she was still in womb that she'd be full of joy, and her Creator surely answered that prayer) is still just full speed ahead, bringing us smiles and laughter. This morning Stephen read Isaiah 14:27 out loud to me, and once again, His Word drenched me with peace. "For the Lord Almighty has purposed, and who can thwart Him? His hand is stretched out and who can turn it back?" He also used a framed verse in la casa de mi amiga latino, Lilia. (We were at her nephew's 6th bday party today. The doctor told me to go about normal life, so I did.) Psalm 135:6 shone out of the frame into my heart. "The Lord does whatever pleases Him, in heaven and on earth, in the seas and all their depths." Obviously God has carried us tenderly and intimately through this miscarriage. He is faithful. Su fidelidad es grande! Stephen and I truly believe this. It might sound trite, but it is the deep belief of our hearts! He has proven Himself faithful and good, time and time again. As we look back on our journey of having children, how can we doubt that God is GOOD and that His Providence prevails, as my wonderful brother reminded me last night. The Phelan Pham would not have Ford, Milly, or Virginia Grace if our pregnancy road had been smooth. Our timing would have been different than His, but now we wouldn't trade His path for anything. "He has made everything beautiful in its time." Ecclesiastes 3:11 Thank you for your prayers as we continue to grieve and hope in Jesus.

May these excerpts from the Preface to "Hinds' Feet on High Places" encourage you as they have me:

• "'The voice of my Beloved! Behold, He cometh leaping upon the mountains, skipping upon the hills'" (Song of Solomon 2:8). When asked what the verse meant, she [the Arab nurse of this book's author, a missionary in Palestine] looked up with a very happy smile of understanding and said, 'It means there are no obstacles which our Savior's Love cannot overcome, and that to Him, mountains of difficulty are as easy as an asphalt road!' "
• "The gazelles bounding up the mountainside, leaping from rock to rock with extraordinary grace and agility, was one of the most beautiful examples of exultant and apparently effortless ease in surmounting obstacles as I have ever seen. How deeply we who love the Lord of Love and desire to follow Him long for the power to surmount all difficulties and tests and conflicts in life in the same exultant and triumphant way. To learn the secret of victorious living has been the heart's desire of those who love the Lord, in every generation."
• "We feel we would give anything if only we could, in actual experience, live on High Places of love and victory here on this earth and during this life - able to always react to evil, tribulation, sorrow, pain, and every wrong thing in such a way that they would be overcome and transformed into something to the praise and glory of God forever. As Christians we know, in theory at least, that in the life of a child of God there are no second causes, that even the most unjust and cruel things, as well as all seemingly pointless and underserved sufferings, have been permitted by God as opportunities for us to react to them in such a way that our Lord and Savior is able to produce in us, little by little, His own lovely character."
• "The Song of Songs expresses the desire implanted in every human heart to be reunited with God Himself, and to know perfect and unbroken union with Him. He has made us for Himself, and our hearts can never know rest and perfect satisfaction until they find it in Him."
• "The High Places of victory and union with Christ cannot be reached by any mental reckoning of self to be dead to sin, or by seeking to devise some way or discipline by which the will can be crucified. The only way is by learning to accept, day by day, the actual conditions and tests permitted by God, by a continually repeated laying down of our will and acceptance of His as it is presented to us in the form of the people with whom we have to live and work, and in the things which happen to us. Every acceptance of His will becomes an altar of sacrifice, and every such surrender and abandonment of ourselves to His will is a means of furthering us on the way to the High Places to which He desires to bring every child of His while they are still living on earth."
• "The lessons of accepting and triumphing over evil, of becoming acquainted with grief, and pain, and, ultimately, of finding them transformed into something incomparably precious; of learning through constant glad surrender to know the Lord of Love Himself in a new way and to experience unbroken union with Him - these are the lessons of the allegory in this book The High Places and the hinds' feet do not refer to heavenly places after death, but are meant to be the glorious experience of God's children here and now - if they will follow the path He chooses for them. 'The Lord God maketh my feet like hinds' feet, and setteth me upon mine High Places' " (Ps. 18:33 and Hab. 3:19)

Watermelon in the summer:)

America's Funniest Home Video Winner?

Well, my baby is officially a Preschool Graduate. Mama has been emotional. Seems like yesterday that we held him for the first time. So, amidst my tears at the graduation ceremony, a lot of laughter emerged as Ford did the potty dance in front of the whole sanctuary as he waited for his name to be called. It's hilarious. He was pretty cool, calm, and collected about his problem. YOu gotta watch this:) If you have a Mac, it should pull up easily. IF you have a PC, you need to download Quicktime if you don't already have it. My parents downloaded it and got it to work. (It's free.) It takes a long time to pull up, but hopefully it'll work for you. (Mute the music down at the bottom of my blog page so you can hear Stephen's great commentary. We think we might enter it in America's Funniest HOme Videos:) What do you think? Ford is such a huge blessing to us all:)

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/25337224/FordPhelan_Graduation_Clip1.mov

Phelan Winter Phun

OOPS! The size of the video I just sent was not correct so some of the pictures got chopped off. So, here's the right one. And you actually just "Pause" the music at the bottom of my blog, not "Mute" it. Can you believe we had this much snow less than an hour from San Diego? Spring has sprung here now, though.

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Our AMAZING Three!

Vivacious Gentle 1-Year-Old Virginia Grace ("Gingy", "JoJo")

Merry Artistic 4-Year-Old Milly

Fabulous Fiesty Five-Year-Old Ford

Our Phelan version of Christmas Vacation

I love my sweet "Clark Griswold," who had no problem waking up the neighbors at 9:00 pm. I had to put this pic in the blog archives so we'll never forget that fun night when my hubby became determined to have a healthy Christmas tree. The lights were already strung and the tree was securely in the stand, but that didn't hold him back from reversing his course, tediously taking the lights off, and grabbing the chain saw late at night so as to make sure the trunk was freshly cut for best saturation. (When we bought our tree, they did cut the bottom of the tree off at the lot, but "Clark" felt like it needed one more slicing.) Hilarious family night. And, the good news... it paid off and our tree was healthy and proudly green and upright until January 16th. That is called "keeping Christmas going and going and going" (we were in AL until Jan 12th:) ). We had a super 2010 Christmas. Jesus blessed our family of 5 greatly with His peace and love, and gave us such sweet time with our two amazing families in AL. The big "toy" this year for Ford was the Zhu Zhu pet he kept asking for. Milly got her Barbie and Barbie's battery-run walking horse. V G had a special 1st Christmas, and was definitely the highlight of the Phelan Pham's 2010. Our Christmas card pic above was taken spontaneously at a beach day at Coronado Beach in November. San Diego weather really is incredible. We thank Jesus for "coming" to us this Christmas in a powerful way, and we pray He will come daily to each one of us in personal, intimate ways in 2011. Our family's 2011 verse is Hannah's prayer in 1 Samuel 2:1: "My heart rejoices in the Lord; in the Lord my horn (strength) is lifted high. My mouth boasts over my enemies, for I delight in Your deliverance." Amen. So be it!

Auburn National Champions 2010- Toomer's Corner

War Eagle!!!! Mom, Dad, John, Ford (at age 4 1/2:) ) and I were in this Toomer's Corner craziness until 1 am. What a fun, once-in-a-lifetime memory! I am sooo thankful that God ordained it for me to be in Auburn for the National Championship Game! It was so amazing to watch the final winning field goal fly through the posts, and then instantly break out into jumping and shouting, and hugging my Dad, my brother (both alum as well), my Mom, my sweet good-sport hubby...it was emotional, incredible! Amazing night I will always remember. "I believe in Auburn and LOVE it!"

Our Little Miracle is Processing A Lot!

We had a sweet night with Ford tonight. We have wanted to give Ford the opportunity to talk about Rachel or process his visit while it's fresh on his mind, if he wants to, never to force him to do so. Liz Kaufmann suggested we might do "art therapy" with him to help him process the visit. So, God gave me the idea of making a book, with the whole family, of our "Los Angeles trip." (Hilarious side note - Ford started calling Los Angeles "Alex City" for some reason. L.A. and sweet little Alex City, AL aren't exactly the same, but it warmed our hearts to hear him shout as he looked at the skyscrapers of L.A. out the car window, "Ook at Alex City, Mom and Dad!") Anyway, I developed all of the pics from our trip - ice skating, spending the night with Lisa and Harrison, fun at the Santa Monica Pier, and the visit with Rachel. I used to make books like this with my 1st grade class. So, Ford and Milly dictated what I should write under each photo, which I had taped on card stock. They then taped an "emotions face" that I had made by each picture, expressing how they felt in those pictures. One picture was of Ford and me on a roller coaster over the Pacific Ocean at the Santa Monica pier. Crazy, huh? But, our dare devil actually said he was a little "scared" on the "up and down hill" part, so we put a scared face on that page. So, here is what he said when we got to the pictures of our time with Rachel: "Thank you, Aunt Rachel, for the Hot Wheels thing and my monster jammies. " On the next page, there was a picture of just Ford and Rachel. We didn't get them to pose for this. I just snapped a candid while they were waiting for Milly to get in the picture with them. So, this is what Ford said for how he was feeling in this picture: "I am mad." So, I listened and waited and then asked, "Do you know why you are mad?" He couldn't articulate it at first. I then asked again, "Do you know why your heart is mad about this picture?" He said, "Because I don't like Rachel." Me: "Okay. (Pause) Do you know why you don't like her?" Ford couldn't come up with an answer at first, but then he so tenderly said, "Because I like Mama and Daddy." Wow. I had to hold back the tears. That made sense. He is soooo sweet, and Stephen and I both melted as we heard him say this. Ford then added, "And I like Ginnylu and Daisy (Lisa and Harrison's adorable daughters) and Jo Jo (his new nickname for Virginia Grace) and Milly." He then proceeded to place the "mad face" on top of Rachel's face. "I want to put it over Rachel's face. I don't want any more pictures of Rachel." Stephen said, "I like Rachel. I like Emmy, too (Rachel's friend that was in one of the pictures from the visit)." I wanted to give him the freedom to feel how was feeling and yet speak highly of Rachel like Stephen had done, so I said gently said, "Ford, it's okay to not like Rachel." And a little later I added, "Rachel is a wonderful lady." Stephen and I want to communicate to Ford that he is ALWAYS our son and we are ALWAYS his Mama and Daddy and he will never leave us, in case he might be wondering if Rachel will ever be his mother someday. I don't know what he was thinking or is thinking, but we need to make sure that he knows he will NEVER leave our family. He knows our incredible DEEP love for him and we know his deep love for us. We love our little miracle. So, please pray for him as he is processing a lot right now. And pray for us to have wisdom. If you have any suggestions on how we should follow up with what he said tonight, please email me your thoughts. We are seeking wise counsel:) We don't want to talk about the visit much more or overdo it. Just want to do and say as the Spirit leads.
Thanks again for walking this journey with us, for reading my processing thoughts about all of this, and for LOVING our buddy Ford!
B

The Gift of Our Adoption - Our Visit Went Well

Well, our visit with Ford's birthmother, Rachel, was good and hard. Thank you all for your prayers. We felt carried by them, for sure. God was present with each one of us. HE gave Ford, Rachel, and us strength. He even moved in Milly's heart at the end of the visit to blow Rachel a kiss, which then Ford followed with his tender "blowing her a kiss." It was all sort of surreal.
Ford was shy at first, understandably so, and Rachel was so understanding and was respectful of him and us the whole time. He warmed up as he rode his bike without training wheels down a big grassy hill (he has no fear), with his Daddy running by his side. He even began looking back at Rachel and me to make sure we were watching:) Rachel so generously poured gifts on Ford, Milly, and Virginia Grace as well as "Mom and Dad", as she strategically wrote on the outside of our gift, I think as a way to respectfully say to us, "YOU are His mama and daddy." The gifts were so thought out - cozy boy PJs for Ford, which he hugged tightly after opening them and which he wore them the next 2 nights in a row, matching outfits in the right sizes for Milly and VG, the coolest Hot Wheels case and Hot Wheels for Ford, and an academic puzzle and about 20 academic CDs and DVDs for him (she is a part-time Kindergarten aid, and her teacher created this CD/DVD series for learning to read, which she was so excited to give Ford). She obviously cares so much for him, and wants to be a part of his academic development. She also gave Milly a praying doll, that prays when its hands touch together, and Virginia Grace a cuddly caterpillar. She gave Stephen and me four Christmas books to read to the kiddos. Thoughtful beyond belief. Rachel let us know this visit that she is on welfare, has no health insurance, and she and her 5 children (all from her ex-husband) were "homeless for 4 months." Their apartment building got foreclosed, so the 6 of them had to split up. Her oldest two sons, Gabriel, 19, and Jonathan, 18, went to live with their grandmother (her ex-husband's mom), who takes them to church with her :) , and she and her 3 daughters, Sarah, 16, Rebekah, 15, and Hannah, 13, lived with different friends for those 4 months. Now the 3 girls and Rachel are renting 1 room in a friend's house. It is so sobering to hear all of this from this precious woman who so selflessly chose to give her child to our family. Rachel told me that Michael, Ford's birthfather, and she had a falling out and haven't spoken since January. Michael got married and has a newborn daughter. Michael did ask Rachel to let her know when Bethany Christian Services contacted her about our next visit, but Rachel's computer crashed and she lost all of his contact info. I am comforted to know that he does want to keep up with Ford, even if it is just through letters and pictures. Rachel doesn't have a car, so her best friend, Emmy, drove her and was a sweet part of our visit. So, Emmy, Rachel, Stephen, and I held hands in a circle of love and prayed to our Father, who adopted each one of us. After we all had said goodbye and Ford and Milly had blown their kisses, God put it on my heart to give Rachel a hug, from one Mom to another, and I had the privilege of sharing these words with her from deep within my heart: "Rachel, Stephen and I admire you so much. You are such a courageous, selfless woman, and we can never thank you enough for choosing to preserve Ford's life and for giving him to us." Tears were filling my eyes, and hers, I think. We parted ways, and in the safety of my warm car, that I don't take for granted, knowing that Rachel does not have a car, the tears began streaming down my face. Ford could not see my tears, but if he had, I would have told them that they were "happy tears", as we call some tears. They were also sad tears. Happy for the indescribable gift of Ford and for the inexpressible gift of my own adoption into God's family. As my across the street 90-year-old, saint-like neighbor, Maria, always says repetitively in response to what Jesus has done for us, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you!"
Please continue to pray for sweet Ford as he processes this past week and as he is beginning to understand his adoption. Our prayer is that he will be proud of it and see it as such a special, unique part of his story. Please also lift up Rachel and Ford's 5 half siblings, and Michael, Ford's birthfather, and his daughter/Ford's new half sister.
Many thanks for walking through this wonderful journey with us. We are grateful for each one of you, our amazing family and community. May we all understand this Christmas the amazing grace of our own adoption into God's family. Ford's precious, miraculous life reminds us of that daily.

"The Spirit you received does not make you slaves, so that you live in fear again; rather, the Spirit you received brought about your adoption to sonship. And by him we cry, 'Abba, Father.' " ~Romans 8:15

Please Pray For Our Visit with Ford's Birthmother, Rachel

Friday at 2:30 pacific time, we will be meeting with Ford's
birthmother, Rachel, at the park near L.A. where we have met her in
the past. We cherish your prayers. The last time we visited her was
spring, 2009, right after Ford had turned 3. He's now almost 5 (how
can that be:) ). He is much more aware and his sweet little heart is
processing so much. When we told him that we were going to visit his
birthmother Rachel, he told us that he didn't want to visit her. When
we asked him "Why?", he said, "I liked her as a baby, but I don't like
her now." I told him that she loves him very much. He told us the
next time that our upcoming visit came up, "I don't know Rachel. I
know Aunt Rachel (Rachel Fairly Robinson)." Stephen told him that
she is a wonderful lady and that he grew inside her tummy and that he
thought he'd like her. Ford has the sweetest little heart - he
replied after thinking about it for a while, "Okay, Daddy. I will
like Rachel." The next night, Stephen asked Ford and Milly if they were excited to go ice skating the next day. They both instantly said, “Yes!” Then Ford added, “And we are going to see my birthmother, Rachel. But…I only like Michael.” (his birthfather who we haven’t mentioned in almost a year). I called our adoption agency after these convos this
past week to ask them if we might ought to cancel our visit. We don't
want to force these visits on him. After much counsel and prayer, we
believe it is best to go through with this visit on Friday. We are
going ice skating with the Howards in Santa Monica after the visit (we
are so excited, Lisa) so Ford has something fun to look forward to
tomorrow. He is the most resilient, loving little guy, so we have no
doubt that he will be so fine during the visit. We will be the
nervous ones, and I imagine Rachel will be, too. Pray for us all. If
Ford decides next year that he doesn't want to go, we most likely
won't go because he will clearly remember our visit on Friday and will
be old enough to have strong feelings about these visits. Thank you
for walking through our wonderful journey of adopting Ford and raising
him. He is such a gift to us all! Thank God with us for the miracle
of his precious life and thank Him for so generously giving Ford to
the Phelan Phamily.

Virginia Grace's Fangs, just in time for Halloween

Fall Memories 2010

From first day of school to the pumpkin patch to acting out Bible stories to soccer games and football spirit...we have had a great fall.

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Our Father's Day at Coronado Beach.

We all LOVE our DADDY!!!!

Phelan Family Spring Photos

A wonderful man at our church, Scott Bennett, took these family photos in our backyard. Ford was 4, Milly 3 1/2, and Virginia Grace was 4mos. Make sure that you turn the volume down on the OneTrueMedia slide show or mute all volume.

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Virginia Grace's GIGGLE Box - 6/15/10 at OneTrueMedia.com

VG is constantly entertained by her Big Bro and Big Sis. Her contagious laughter (I think she got her Daddy's laugh) is encouraging their silly acts. The video is actually only 3 mins. It got copied twice for some reason.  You'll need scroll down to the very bottom of the page to pause the music on "Bradford Phelan's Playlist" so you can hear the video better.  Hope you get a good laugh out of this.

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Mingling of Tears

I had a special moment at church that I wanted to journal about. During one of the last worship songs, I looked over and saw a precious woman named Marisela crying, hands raised in true worship of her King. Her crying got more and more intense, from gladness or sorrow, I couldn't tell. It was touching my heart and drawing me to worship in my own heart. And then, the Holy Spirit whispered to my soul, "Walk over to her side and hug her." Yikes. But, it was clear that I was to do so. My good friend next to me had just asked to hold Virginia Grace, so my arms were free to hug. I tiptoed over to dear Marisela, whose eyes were closed, lost in her Savior, and I just wrapped my arms around her and gave her a squeeze from above. She opened her tear-filled eyes, and I whispered the words from the previous song, "Su fidelidad es grande." ("God's faithfulness is so great.") Marisela gave me an incredible gift - her tears. None of us like to share tears, rather smiles. Her shared tears bonded our hearts in a unique way. As our cheeks touched, our tears mingled. It was supernatural. It was a beautiful picture of what is to come - "After this I looked and there before me was a great multitude that no one could count, from every nation, tribe, people and language, standing before the throne and in front of the Lamb." ~Revelation 7:9
Our church, Harbor church, was created because God gave us a vision to "bridge race, class, and culture" and to give us a foretaste of what is to come, described above. This moment was a powerful "bridging" moment. The older grandmother and younger mother, the Hispanic woman and suburban Caucasian rascal, a wise teacher and the growing student. It warms my heart to see Virginia Grace wrapped up in Marisela's shawl after church. These two have bonded as you can see in the picture. V G took an hour and a half nap nestled in Marisela's arms, shawl encasing her. I am thankful for the diverse Body of Christ and for the Spirit who prompts us to move, giving us the beauty of moments like this one.

Our Three Little Rascals

FORD PHELAN

Ford is our lover of BUGS and icky creatures! Yuck! He's had up to 5 or so snails on his face at once. What kind of mama lets her son cover himself with snail slime? Ford is also our social fella. He loves his neighborhood playgroup buddies. He just LOVES people in general! He's such a gift to all of us who adore him.

MILLY CARLISLE

Milly loves to be silly with Mama. As the middle child, she cherishes her "Mama/Milly Time." We had a blast playing with shaving cream in the sink and making it "snow" by clapping our shaving cream covered hands together.

Milly is ALL GIRL and is our shyer child. She blesses us with her compassionate heart and her contagious belly laugh. She is also becoming a fine little artist. It warmed my heart when she informed me that she had drawn a brain on her picture of me:) That'll boost a mama's confidence.

VIRGINIA GRACE

One of Virginia Grace's greatest talents currently is sleeping. She is sleeping through the night like a champ. Stephen always describes her as an angel. Our Hispanic friend calls her "muy tranquila."


She is constantly entertained by her active older brother and sister. Ford and Milly have a new nickname for her - "Gingy." They adore Gingy so much so that they rarely give her any personal space. She is a trooper. She is tough. She is our chubby JOY.

Our Easter!

Our "Easter" is 15 weeks old today, and we are all in love with our miracle, our third Phelan munchkin - Virginia Grace. We're bringing the Southern tradition of double names to So Cal. We named her "Virginia" because we love Virginia the state and the University and because we long for her to be "pure" as her name means. We named her "Grace" because we pray she will know the grace of Jesus all the days of her life and be a lady of grace. Also, my best childhood friend, Kate, has "Grace" as her middle name, so we hope our VG takes after her. Virginia Grace has been such a peaceful, laid back baby and a great source of joy for all of us that love her, especially Protective Big Brother Ford and Proud, Not-always-gentle Sister Milly.

It has been quite a while since my last post. There are many reasons for that:

• Two little tornadoes tearing through our house, leaving trails of dirt and sand and crayon tips and hairy Play Doh and Lincoln logs that feel great on your bare feet
• My big belly filled with "Easter" that made it difficult for me to even reach the keyboard
• The busyness and excitement of our "other baby," a.k.a Harbor Church
• But mostly, the dark season of depression that I walked through for the last 5 months of my pregnancy. It was a valley, to say the least, but He "was WITH me" and brought me "THROUGH the valley." ~ Psalm 23 It sure is great to be on the other side of the valley; but I can truly say that I am thankful for all that God so tenderly gave me in the valley, for all that He did in me and in our marriage in the valley, and for His power displayed in His deliverance from the valley.

Deliverance always follows the pain, just as a precious child is delivered after the intense labor of childbirth. It's so worth it, yet so hard. Our "Easter" was delivered on January 2, 2010. What a glorious moment. I decided to go for "natural childbirth", and I am so glad that I did. Sounds crazy, but the natural labor pains made the delivery all the more glorious in a strange way, just as my depression has made the miraculous gift of our "Easter" more gracious to me. I was so worried during my depression that I was going to cause "Easter" to be a sad baby in some way. She is quite the opposite. She is JOY all over. What a picture of God's abundant, undeserved grace. Soon after I came through the depression, I was put on bed rest for high blood pressure, about 3 weeks before my due date. That actually was quite a precious time that the Lord provided for me to rest in His care and in the care of my dear husband and sweet mom, a time for me to learn to receive from my amazing friends while not being able to give anything back in return, and a time for me to ponder the season of Advent. The word Advent means "coming." I saw God "coming" to me in so many ways:

• He CAME to me in early December and lifted me miraculously from the pit of depression. Psalm 61:2 captures the desperation I felt. "From the ends of the earth I call to you, I call as my heart grows faint; lead me to the rock that is higher than I." God showed up, as always, and He used weekly counseling; crying out in anguish; weeping with my amazing husband; giving up on my own self-effort and giving in to His good arms; relying on faithful friends; admitting my great weakness and my real fears; others' prayers for me; the solid, reliable Word of God; friends cooking for me and taking me to Old Navy to buy staple clothes for Ford and Milly; and many other avenues, to heal me and to "lift me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; He set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand." ~Psalm 40:2
  
• He CAME to me in the bed rest and whispered tender words of His care for me. He gently fathered me and nurtured my weary soul, preparing me to climb the mountain of childbirth. I had the gift of much-needed time to ponder, as Mary did. Bed rest was like the schooling I needed to better learn the skill of receiving and resting. I'm grateful that I got to be a student at that school.
  
• Most amazingly, He CAME to me in the form of a helpless baby in order to set me free and to give me life. As Tim Keller says, "God became SOFT at Christmas." Our Virginia Grace is so soft, and she points me to Jesus, who loved me enough to become a lowly, soft infant so that I might live FOREVER with Him in my rich, true Home.
  
• He CAME to the Phelan Phamily through the astounding gift of our Easter's "wonderfully made" life. Our Easter holiday was one to remember. What a picture of new life and grace our little "Easter" gave us.
  
• He COMES to us daily with grace upon grace.
• And, He IS COMING again one day to make all things right!

I long for that glorious Day.

Healthy 20-week sonogram!!

We are so thankful that "Easter" was strong and healthy at our 20-week sonogram last week. It was so special to see him/her and see that heart pumping so strong. The doctor said everything looks great! God is so faithfully knitting little Easter together in my womb. THank you all for being so interested in Easter and our pregnancy. Easter moves all of the time, and it's so fun that Daddy, Ford, and Milly can feel him moving now. Ford and Milly love to blow on my tummy and make silly sounds to make Easter laugh:) Thanks for your excitement and prayers.