Monday, March 25, 2013

Finally all together!



We have been home for 2 and a half weeks.  I finally have a moment to write about how things are going.

First, I wish to thank all of you for your prayers while we were out of the country.  I know that many people were praying for me and that your petitions to the Father brought me comfort and relief.
I also wish to thank the kind people who donated to cover the expense of Scott's last minute trip to bring us home.  In the ultimate example of God working all things together for our good, let me tell you what my humbling heart experience meeting your generosity brought about:

IF SCOTT HAD NOT COME BACK TO BRING US HOME, WE WOULD NOT HAVE COME HOME THE DAY WE DID.  IN FACT, WE WOULD HAVE HAD TO STAY IN UKRAINE FOR 5 MORE DAYS!!!!!

On February 6th, Scott went to the embassy to sign all the necessary paperwork.  I had equipped him with a list of forms he was to sign along with said forms filled out and ready.  Some of the forms had changed and those were replaced.  He signed where they told him to sign and kept him from signing a few others.  He asked a number of times about the forms he was told NOT to sign.  Each time he was assured that only I would need to sign them, so when he was done he left the embassy and got on his flight early the next morning.  Fast forward to March 6th.  We are at our final interview when we discover that the I600 was the form they told him not to sign.  If he had not been there in person to sign, I would not have been issued the visas.  They would not have been given to me until a signed form FROM SCOTT was received.  He would have had to fly out or go downtown with notarized forms to get an appostille to then be sent DHL to me.  I shudder to think of how that blog post would have read!

So to these generous people who saw my need and met it financially, I owe you A HUGE DEBT OF GRATITUDE !  I cried many tears of joy over all of you and your kind hearts.
Edward Z.
Tesney D.
RD C.
William L.
Ali H.
Keith H.
Jennifer Z.
Crystal S.
Matthew L.
Lynn J.
Gina H.
Amy W.
Michele V.
Samantha K.
Sheryl S.
Kristen L.
Nicole B.
Kathrine E.
Katherine G.
Julia McK.
Ruthanne F.
Deb S.
Susan K.

I must leave to pick up the bigs from youth group, so I will write how everyone is doing in a later post.
Philippians 1:3
I thank my God for every remembrance of you!

Saturday, March 2, 2013

I'm coming out...

For a twist, I am going to write all about me in this post.
How I am changing.
How I am growing.
How in my weakness, He gives me strength.

I am a girl who is used to taking care of myself.  If something needs to be done, I do it.  I just keep going.  I totally believe that people need help, and I am always there to help anyone anytime.
Guess what?
I never ask for help.
I never admit I need help.
I don't even know I need it most of the time.
I never realize that the weight of what I carry would joyfully be taken up by someone more equipped than I.  How emasculating it must be for my husband that I never rely on him for anything.  Oh, the destruction my pride has had on our relationship.  Because, "I GOT IT!"

This trip has taught me that I need help, I need to ask for it, and I need to accept it.

It started out with money.  Dear friends began raising funds to redeem my children.  That had never happened before.  Once here, dear friends bought tickets so my children and I could go to the circus.  Then it got even more personal.  My darling Vika started throwing tantrums.  She is naturally overwhelmed by everything that is going on and has some emotional breaks.  It is difficult to deal with in the apartment, almost impossible when out of it.  It is hard to say what will set one off, but the truth is, we need to leave these walls sometimes.  If you have ever been to Kiev, you know that while everyone walks everywhere, it is not the friendliest pedestrian terrain.  Ice, snow, mud, small lakes puddles, hills and cobble stone hamper the hardiest of souls.  Don't get me started on the traffic.
Try to navigate that while leading 3 children and carrying a screaming and thrashing 6 year old.
 When you are out of shape.
And possibly suffer from exercise induced asthma.  (seriously, I wheeze and cough for hours after carrying her up a hill and up the stairs to the apartment.  What is THAT all about?)
And then find out on Thursday that you will not be leaving on Tuesday as you had hoped, but instead you can pin your hopes on a possible Thursday flight.  I know that in reality it meant that we would leave less than 48 hours later than I had originally thought, but in my mind it screamed ANOTHER WEEK!
Another week to navigate potential public tantrums.
Another week to worry that your daughter is going to start vomiting again and possibly need to go to the hospital.
Another week to have same daughter talk to God knows who on the phone until all hours of the night, but not wanting to take the phone away because in 7 short days, her whole life is going to be ripped away.
Another week to wonder if same daughter is going to reach the last straw of her overly understanding attitude and loose it when the weight of her life change comes crashing down around her.
And here is me. standing here with my "I GOT IT" attitude, trying to figure out just how I am going to manage it.
Knowing in my heart that I can't.
I can't manage it by my self, but I didn't know how to let myself ask for the help I need.
I DON'T GOT IT.

So I'm coming out.


2 Corinthians 12:9-11

New Century Version (NCV)
But he said to me, “My grace is enough for you. When you are weak, my power is made perfect in you.” So I am very happy to brag about my weaknesses. Then Christ’s power can live in me. 10 For this reason I am happy when I have weaknesses, insults, hard times, sufferings, and all kinds of troubles for Christ. Because when I am weak, then I am truly strong.



My name is Traci, and I am a prideful control freak who is here to say I need help.

I can't do this by my self.

Scott is getting on a plane today and will be here Sunday afternoon.
He will bring us home.
I don't know who is watching the kids.
I don't know if he's equipped them with Dasha's meds routine.
I don't know how he's paying for the ticket.
I don't have it.
But that's ok.
Someone else does.