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Heather’s adoption story {Guest Post}

4.7.13

On Easter Sunday, I shared some suggestions on how to think through your testimony. And, I invited you to share it. Heather took me up on that invitation.

Grab a cup of decaf coffee (since Heather likely is as she is reading her own words right now) and sit for a few minutes to hear from Heather about how she came to know God.

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Before Christ.

I have to admit, I don’t like thinking about who I was before Christ. It’s not a pretty picture. Oh, it may have appeared pretty, but under the surface was the dark, ugly stain of sin that plagues us all.

Raised in church, I knew how to play the part. I wore the mask of the “good girl” well. I had a knowledge of God, but it didn’t translate into how I lived my life as a young person. I believed Christianity was about being as good as possible. I didn’t realize that no amount of “goodness” could cover my filthy, sin-stained heart.

It was when my quest for goodness and my need to please people collided that I realized something was wrong. It became impossible for me to “fit-in” and follow the Biblical standard I had been taught all my life. I grew weary of trying to live up to a standard that seemed impossibly high. Especially when I realized my peers could completely ignore the standard all together and seem just fine.

So I caved. I maintained my image at church and around Christian people, but I gave up on ever being “good enough” for God. No matter how hard I tried, I failed. I turned to acceptance from my peers- especially guys- for self-worth. I was so worried about being accepted that I became obsessed with my physical appearance to the point of an eating disorder. But no matter how much attention I got from the opposite sex or how many compliments I received on my physical appearance, it was never enough. I felt always felt less-than. Less-than perfect. Less-than pretty. Less-than talented. Less-than loved. Less-than enough.

It was after an ugly break-up with a boyfriend during my senior year that I finally saw what I had become. My self-esteem bottomed out and I felt like I was completely unworthy of love. My value had been wrapped up in the price that I allowed others to place on me, so when I faced this harsh rejection, I felt worthless.

But I knew better. I had been told all my life (and had even told others) that “you are created in the image of God” and “He loves you just the way you are”. But when it came to believing that for myself, it just didn’t seem possible. How could a God that saw every detail of my life, including the hidden sin that no one else knew about, still love me?

It was at a youth retreat I attended that God destroyed the lie that had haunted me so many years. Sitting at the back of the room, I was just a bystander until the speaker said something that would change my life forever:

“You can never be bad enough for God to love you less, and you can never be good enough for God to love you more.”

The walls of disillusionment began to crumble, and I realized for the first time in my life that God didn’t care about how good I could be (or appear to be). It wasn’t about how bad I had been. It was just about love. His love…for me. Flawed, imperfect, less-than me. He loved me just as I was, no matter what.

It was like a huge weight was lifted off of me when I finally realized the truth of who God was. He wasn’t a tyrant looking to cast me out at the first sign of imperfection. He was a merciful, forgiving God whose love for me was less about my goodness and more about His grace.

So again, I caved. Not to peer-pressure, but to the incredible, gracious, forgiving, life-changing love of my Savior. I finally laid my “less-than” life on the altar and walked away, changed by a God who will forever be more-than anything I could ever need.

Since then, things haven’t always been sunshine and roses. Do I mess up? Constantly. But His love for me never changes. Do I want to please Him with my life? Absolutely. Though not to “earn” His love, but to honor Him and point others to the love that changed my life. I no longer place such high value on the opinion of others about myself. I know that I am enough…because God says so.

Before Christ—I was lost and hopelessly less-than.

Because of Christ—I am loved unconditionally by a God that is, and makes me, more-than enough.

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how to share your testimony

Heather Fallis

Heather Fallis is a wife, mother, preschool director, youth pastor, writer, musician and coffee addict. She and her husband have two biological daughters and recently adopted a son from South Korea. Heather has documented their miraculous adoption journey in hopes of inspiring and encouraging others who have dreams of adopting. You can read more at www.ourheart-n-seoul.com

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It’s a really cute bed when no one is stuck in it

4.7.13

brimnes daybed ikea

That title pretty much sums it up.

This bed? It’s pretty cute, right?

We just made a big change around here. The girls who had been sleeping in bunk beds in a room next to us moved up to the attic playroom. The playroom moved down to Drew’s room. And, Drew took over the bunk bed room.

Lots of newness around here. And, newness apparently leads to some curiosity which leads to frantic phone calls to Mark during an important lunch meeting asking for help to free our daughter from her demise.

She was supposed to be napping (I wonder how many stories start with that…). I was at the computer working when the all-too-wonderful quiet was broken with screaming coming from the attic paired with banging and the words, “GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!!” I ran upstairs and went right for the closet. She must have gotten out of bed, went to get something out of one of the big walk-in closets up there, and then had the door shut, leaving her stuck in the dark. But, the screaming wasn’t coming from the closet. It was coming from the bed—meaning under the bed.

Lydia had decided to open up one of those drawers under her bed and crawl into it. And, somehow, that said drawer shut; whether that was her doing or not, I have no idea. What I do know is that those drawers cannot hold over 20 lbs. And, though she’s small and spry, she’s more than 20 lbs. which led to the bottom of the drawer breaking just enough so that the drawer was no longer able to open. I could only open it as far as this:

Lydia stuck in drawer1

 

It took nearly 30 minutes for me to figure out how to get her out of there. I mean, nearly 20 minutes of chaos as she yelled and kicked and cried and I tried to calm her while trying to strategize. I couldn’t get the drawer front off. I removed the other drawer which at least got some light to Lydia, but there was not enough space for her to squeeze out the back of the drawer and out the other opening.

I considered calling 911 but figured they’d use the jaws of life and saw our new bed in half. And, I was hoping we could resolve this without total destruction. So, my 911 call was to Mark who was at a lunch appointment. When I called 3 times in a row, he finally picked up.

“YES?”

“I need help. Lydia’s stuck in the drawer under the bed, and I can’t get her out.”

How’s that for an interruption?

With his coaching, I was able to move the entire mattress off the bed and remove the wood holding the bed together and supporting the mattress until Lydia was able to stand up and get out from above.

She was shaking and nearly hyperventilating when I finally got her out. And, I felt like I had just run a marathon (note: I’ve never actually run a marathon nor will I ever, so this is all hypothetical based on what I imagine someone who actually ran marathons would feel like).

I felt like collapsing, and I thought Lydia did too…until she called for me about 20 minutes after it was all over when I thought I had settled her down for a nap again to show me this.

Girl with moustacheGirl stuck under bed

I guess she’s okay afterall. At least until the next big thing.

(sigh)

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