I never thought we would homeschool our children. I never would have imagined we would adopt a child. I will never say never
again. Jay and I have entered
the world of homeschooling. We began
feeling a draw to this form of education, for several reasons, a little over a
year ago, but at the same time not completely sure why. We discussed it several times with Jayne and
Jared, and they each seemed noncommittal either way. Always stating it is our decision. As a child I had always wanted to be a
cheerleader, but didn’t quite have what it took. As shallow as this may sound, I was having a
hard time taking the possibility of a second year of cheerleading away from
Jayne. I had no idea what my next obstacle
would be. TENNIS!!! I played tennis all through junior high and
high school with the exception of my junior year. Jayne and Jared both played tennis this past
spring. Oh my goodness, did it make me
question if we had made the right choice for these two. (For the first time, I realized, how exciting
it is to have your kids be interested and have potential at a sport I
played.) However great tennis is for kids,
and it is, it was a temptation to get me off track for what we believed was
what we were called to do with their education at this time. So by Faith, we decided to homeschool this
year.
In October of 2013, a sweet young lady, Madison Russ, gave us
our first tour, with Jake, at Southwestern Oklahoma State University. We connected right away with her and the folks
from the touring office. Jay had
realized from her bio that she was from Maysville, which is 10 miles east of
Lindsay. When she answered the phone and
Jay said to her “Oh you’re the one who secretly likes Pretty Little Liars” she
probably thought she had a stalker on her hands. He apparently had read her entire bio and
knew her “something most people don’t know about her.” During our tour, Madison did some stalking of
her own and found the Due Unto Others website.
She and her husband Ryan are feeling the call to adoption. She was an elementary education major at the time. In March, there was a kNOw More Orphans
Conference in Birmingham, Alabama.
Through God’s Providence: Madison, Jayne, and I were able to go
together. I remember Jay asking me why I felt so
strongly about going? I told him, I
really couldn’t give him a good answer except I knew strongly we were to
go. Adoption (in the traditional sense)
is not what we do with the medical mission work that we’ve been called to in
Uganda. However, I believed strongly that Madison, Jayne, and I were to
go. I didn’t realize until after we had
left for Alabama that we would be gone during Cheerleading tryouts. Once I found this out as well as having an inkling
that Jayne has a special place in her heart as I watch her with the orphans and
children in Uganda, I knew God’s timing was perfect. (This trip after scheduled, ended up
being tough, because the next morning my
grandfather’s final living sibling was admitted to the hospital. I spent the next two days before we left with
my 99 year old Great Uncle Jodie in the hospital. I had already planned his 100th
birthday at our Ranch in September. He
was as sharp as a tack mentally, and we had some good time and talks
together. I fully expected to land in OKC on Sunday and
go straight back to the hospital, but he went home to be with the Lord Saturday
night before we returned.) God, was
gracious and his timing was still perfect.
Our family kept me posted every few hours and the Lord graciously ministered
to my aching heart through His Word and the Worship Songs. If you have never heard 10,000 Reasons, it’s
worth a listen.
Jake was asked to speak at his high school graduation on giving back. As he shared with his
fellow students, parents, and others there, he shared Jamil’s story. So as soon as Jake’s graduation was over, we
headed off for what we thought would be a 6 week medical mission trip back to
Uganda. It was. However, Jay and I felt over the previous
year back in the US that if Jamil’s tumor was back, we needed to do all we
could to bring him to the US for some Western Medical Treatment. Our heart sank when the Ct Scan, in Uganda,
showed the tumor had returned. So our
six week trip turned into eight as Jay and I worked through the legal process
of getting Jamil legally set up to travel with us.
The definition of a miracle as a noun is a surprising or
welcome event that is not explicable by natural or scientific laws and is
therefore considered, to be the work of a divine agency. “The miracle of rising
from the grave.”
This definition as seen in some of our previous blogs
occurred when a twelve year old Ugandan boy was granted a US tourist visa to
come to the United States for treatment.
The United States does not have a medical visa from Uganda.
Miracle is also defined as a highly improbable or extraordinary
event , development or accomplishment that brings very welcome
consequences. As an amazing product or
achievement, or an outstanding example of something.
This definition is truly the point of this blog as the mom
of a young Ugandan teenage boy seeing and experiencing Christmas in a very
different culture for the first time, and the weight that responsibility I pick
up and carry often. When we realized
Jamil would need to be here for longer than the 6 month visa due to unforeseen
health issues, we made a new game plan.
He needs to be followed for his NF2 genetic condition closely. Of course, as the Lord would have it, the
best clinic in the country for NF2 is at OU Children’s Hospital. We may or may not need to officially adopt
Jamil, but as I’ve said before, he has been adopted into our family! With or
without a legal document at this time, he is our child. Never say never!
My theme when Never say never gets tough, and it
does: Besides Proverbs 3:5-6 being my life verse, “Trust in the Lord with all
your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, an he will
make straight your paths.” I was reminded in a sermon Sunday, that I should
continue into that chapter past verse 6.
Verse 7-12 “Be not wise in your own eyes; fear the Lord, and turn from
evil. It will be healing to your flesh
and refreshment to your bones. Honor the Lord with your wealth and with the
firstfruits of your produce; then your barns will be filled with plenty, and
your vats will be bursting with wine. My
son, do not despise the Lord’s discipline or be weary of his reproof, for the
Lord reproves him whom he loves, as a father the son in whom he delights.” The Lord has also given me the song byHillsong United called “Oceans”. I will
hear it a times I need it the most when things are bitter and when things are
sweet.
So many miraculous things, I have witnessed, big and small,
as hopefully we have been able to describe to each of you in the blogs since we
chose to follow the Lord’s call to Uganda.
But, when you aren’t in control
(which none of us truly ever are), this Mom felt a great need to take December
to make sure Jamil understood what Christmas is really about. It is hard to believe Jake became the first
child in our family 19 years ago on December 22nd . Since that time, I knew I could not teach him
what I didn’t know about the Lord. So, I had no more excuses like being to busy
working outside of the home to spend individual time with my Lord and
Savior. The time had come for me to make
my relationship the priority He deserves and actually calls us each to. I choose to learn what being a true Christ
Follower is truly. Over the years, we started
Christmas traditions with our children
as each came along beginning the first of December. We count down and learn
about and celebrate the birth of Jesus.
We still had Santa as a tradition as well. Jay’s Aunt Marsha started many traditions 6
years earlier by always giving us an ornament and Spode Christmas Dishes.
The biggest tradition, that magnified itself
this year, was when you joined the family, she made you a personalized
needlepoint stocking. When Silas married
Bethany is 2012, Marsha officially retired from needlepoint stocking
making. I had hoped she might come out
of retirement, so Jamil would have a needlepoint stocking like ours and
everyone else, since 1974, in the original DUE family. This
stocking is the closest thing I could find.
My mom had a stocking crocheted for our family members as
well. They are all different
personalized Santa stockings made by Ann Hazlebaker. We love these too! Ann was able to make Jamil
one that we received right after Thanksgiving.
However, I still felt strongly that Jamil needed a
needlepoint one as well. One thing I am
not is a crafty person. That is my sister in law Jeanne’s department. But, when I realized Marsha was unable to
make the stocking, Tana, Jana, Jeanne, and I began doing some research. For a couple of weeks, I thought about
putting a feeler out on facebook, but for whatever reason I didn’t. On Tuesday the 2nd of December we
were granted Legal Guardianship of Jamil in the US. (We were granted Legal
Guardianship in Uganda this summer.)
By the way, with the addition of Jamil to our family, we now
realized why we felt such conviction to homeschool Jared and Jayne. On December 2nd, I finally decided to post a
plea for anyone who could or knew someone who could needlepoint. Lisa Lawrence has been such a blessing to me
and our family as we have been homeschooling Jamil. I will never forget a
telephone conversation with her. She said, “I want to be part of his village
here.” I do not have words to express
the encouragement she has provided me on this journey of homeschooling since we
have so many variables with cultural, language and medical issues.
One might think this is where a small Miracle occurred. But for me, those of us girls with
needlepoint stockings in the Due family, Marsha and anyone who knows anything
about needlepoint realizes how big of a Miracle has occurred over the last
couple of weeks. Lisa, answered my plea
for needlepointing the stocking. So, on
the third of December, I went to Hobby Lobby to get the canvas and thread we’d
need. Jeanne had gotten a pattern together
to follow. Hobby Lobby had the canvas, but the lady
explained to me they did not carry the wool yarn. She sent me to a cross stitch store in south
OKC. The kind lady there, explained that
there was only one store, in the State of Oklahoma, that carried what I needed and
it was in Tulsa. So, off to Tulsa I
went. Jay was working in the ER, and as
far as the kids knew I was making a quick trip to Norman. No one knew of my
quick decision to head to Tulsa. So I
called Jay’s sister, Jana, so at least one person would know where I was. When, I arrived at the store the two ladies
helped me pick out the yarn as quickly as we could. However, they let me know there is NO
Way
this could be accomplished, after looking at the other stockings I had
brought with me, before Christmas. Lisa
shared with me that a friend of hers believed it wouldn’t be possible
either. Never Say Never!
I made it back to
Duncan, just before Lisa was headed to church.
She wasn’t sure if she could get it done before she left for Christmas
on the 20th, but she would try.
I told her I would be praying for her hands. Never Say Never! Almost every evening into early morning she
worked on the stocking and would send me pictures of her progress. It was amazing how fast she was able to go. She made one section the 6 stripes and colors
of the Ugandan Flag. She made the four
toy soldiers: Jayne, Jamil, Jared, and Jake.
Never Say Never, she finished the needlepoint Thursday, This morning Lisa sent me a message, "Give God the Glory! It had to be His work. My fingers are so sore I wouldn't be able to hold a needle this morning, but they NEVER felt this way when the stocking needed to be done!" Please join me to pray her hands will feel better soon...
and Tana
sewed it all together Friday.
So, today,
as soon as I receive Jamil’s stocking, I will move the stockings I grew up with
from the mantle back to their original home in the kitchen and hang the Miracle
Stocking, along with ours, on the mantle in their normal place as Christmas
approaches.
This small Miralcle
to some, BIG to others and me, is one of the most special things that
has made this Christmas Season! Jamil,
on his first Christmas here as a member of our family, has both of our family
stockings of his own. It is exciting
being a new mom for the fourth time, but this time seeing things for the first
time through a thirteen year old son from Uganda.
Merry Christmas,
Jill
Now that the stocking has found its home on the mantle, we can continue our Christmas celebration. We celebrate Christmas because of what began in the manger over 2000 years ago. Thankfully, it didn't end in the manger, but on the cross where Jesus declared "It is finished." Then to the empty tomb! Jamil's stocking is here in time for Christmas with us. It is finished and hanging, and for now it is as empty as the tomb of Jesus!