Book Review Time: Lies Women Believe and the Truth that Sets them Free, by Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth

Last week, Moody Publishers released the updated and expanded edition of this book, originally published in 2001.  Roughly one-third of the content is brand new, taking into account the many seismic changes in our culture with the advance of social media, among other things, since the  book was originally released.  Nancy DeMoss Wolgemuth with a small group of other authors has done a really thorough and insightful job of addressing a multitude of ways that we, as Christian women, can sometimes be deceived, and find ourselves living in a way that reflects a reality other than God's powerful truth.

Now, I had not read the original book, but was eager to read the new one because of how much I thoroughly enjoy Nancy's daily teaching on the Revive Our Hearts podcast and how much I gleaned from her last book, Adorned: Living Out the Beauty of the Gospel Together.  I just finished reading Lies this evening, and had to sit right down to write this review while it's fresh in my mind.  There was so much meaningful and thought-provoking material.

At the outset, Nancy makes it clear that the source of any deception that may captivate us is the same: the enemy of our souls whose tactics have always involved deceit and lies that cause people to question God's goodness, love, and motives.  She lays a foundation for the book by looking at Eve, the very first woman to fall prey to the lies of Satan.  As Nancy sums up: "Satan deceived Eve by causing her to make her decision based on what she could see and on what her emotions and her reason told her to be right, even when it was contrary to what God had already told the couple." And so the enemy continues today to trip us up by appealing to our sight, to our emotions, and our rational thinking with things contrary to God's best for us. 

The book addresses a total of 45 lies that fall into 9 areas of our lives, including lies about God, ourselves, sin, priorities, sexuality, marriage, children, emotions, and circumstances.  Before beginning to read, I proudly suspected I wouldn't find very many of the lies to be applicable or relevant to me.  But as I read, I realized that there are many lies that are so subtle--and sound so rational or logical--that yes, indeed, I too fall prey to some of these enslaving lies, particularly in the area of priorities ("I don't have time to do everything I'm supposed to do" is a common thought in my mind, lie #18) and even in the area of marriage (I would never have said it quite this way, but when I read Nancy's description, I realized I fall squarely into lie #28 "My husband is supposed to serve me.")  

For each of the 45 lies, Nancy counters them with truth--with Biblical principles and with soundly exposited scripture to show us how to walk forward in the freedom that truth brings. She wraps up the book with a section entitled "Countering Lies with Truth" in which she outlines practically speaking how do we allow the power of God's truth to transform our minds and our hearts.  She also includes a list of 21 powerful truths about God and about who we are in Christ that make good fodder for meditation and devotional time.    

This  book is one I highly recommend and believe it makes excellent fodder for personal thought, for discipleship relationships, and for small group study. (There is a small group study guide available as well). I look forward to re-reading it and hopefully working through it with others!

  

Six Years Home

Today marks the day that Isabel has been in our family for six years.  Thanks be to God for the gift of Bella and the miracle of adoption.

We met her when she was 5 and 3/4, a sweet but extremely frightened (perhaps traumatized is a better word) little girl, who spent the first 45 minutes in our presence wailing and screaming loudly, protesting the scary and monumental life change that was being thrust upon her. 

(Every single family in our adoption travel group who attempted to get video footage of their family's sweet gotcha' day will forever get to hear Bella's loud wails when they remember this day with us.  Our hearts are indelibly etched with each of the other families that underwent their adoption alongside us for both of our adoptions.)

This is our first "family" photo with Bella--after her crying had subsided and been replaced with her heart-melting smile that brightened the entire remainder of our time in China completing her adoption.

The only time during the rest of the trip--other than when we first met her and when we were boarding the plane back to the States--that she showed any signs of fear or sadness was when we went back to visit her orphanage, where she had spent roughly 2 years (relinquished to the orphanage around the age of 3).  She was able, however, to walk right up to her little bed in the sea of beds in the sleeping room to show us where she had slept.  

Sometime during this past year, Bella passed the point at which she has now been a part of our family for longer than the period of time before she was in our family. This marker came much earlier for Lilly, since she was much younger coming home. For kids who come home at a later age, it takes that much longer for them to make emotional and/or developmental gains where there are delays from neglect or trauma.  

These days, sometimes the fact that she suffered early childhood trauma seems like a distant memory.  She has come such a long way since the earlier days and months after she came (and once she was comfortable at home and felt safe showing the full range of her emotions) when daily we faced emotional outbursts and meltdowns and "emotional seizures" as we came to call them.  

And yet, six years later, there are still days when it is abundantly evident that her trauma still impacts her ability to process, to think rationally, and to regulate her emotions.  Her learning at school is slow.  There is definitely progress, and it's exciting.  And she is SUCH a hard worker.  But the days when she is on the emotional edge, ready to fall off of the emotional cliff at any moment, those are harder days.  They keep me on my toes in the realm of mothering.  They can kick my butt.  And make me feel like a miserable parent.  And make me feel helpless, hopeless, and frustrated.  I have to fight hard not to have my own emotional seizure sometimes.  

So six years later, I continue to lean on the Lord.  Press into His sustaining and all-sufficient grace to love well, to not grow weary, to speak with kindness, to offer a calm presence.  I continue to pray for daily wisdom--wisdom we all need no matter how many kids or where they come from!--and seek to walk by the Spirit.  

I'm grateful for Tom, who is calm, wise, loving, and thoughtful.  

I am grateful for Bella's older siblings who have also grown in grace and love through our adoptions.  

And I am grateful for this girl.  Her perseverance, determination, and heart inspire me daily.  May I always have eyes to see how hard she tries and how deeply she loves.  

How appropriate that the artwork that she brought home from school yesterday was a depiction of Bella's "Move to Virginia." (That's a quaint way to encapsulate it.) The top row depicts Bella and friends at the orphanage, the middle row depicts Bella with Tom and me as we are boarding the airplane home from China, and the bottom picture is our family of 6 (and she sweetly included both Tad--our golden retriever who died a few years ago but who was here to welcome her home from China--and Duke, our golden retriever now.)

Happy New Year 2018...Getting Geared Up

January has been a whirlwind for our family.  We enjoyed a lovely Christmas with my family, and it was wonderful having Jared home!   Between Christmas break, sickness, snow days, travel for a (wonderful!) belated Cantilina Christmas celebration, pre op appointments at CHOP, Tom and Jared’s trip to CO together to get in some skiing before Jared heads back to Boulder classes, and now getting geared up for Lilly’s next surgery, however, the holidays feel distant and life feels a little surreal. And on top of that, I'm gearing up to launch the next new release for BodyPump this week, which always takes a little bit of extra time, energy, and mental reserve.  And finally, I have now succombed to a nasty cold which I would LOVE to kick before we go to CHOP on Wednesday (you can thank my cold for this blog post, since I’ve been up since 2am because of it!)

So I covet prayers from anyone reading for a speedy recovery for me so I’m better able to prepare family logistics for my absence as Lilly and I go to CHOP this week.  Please also pray for Lilly to be protected from this cold (I think I got it from her!) and for her Surgery to go smoothly.  We are praising God that Doctor Campbell looked so good when we saw him last week-pray for him to have wisdom and discernment as he performs the procedure Wednesday.  He’s such a good man.  And, as always, pray for my Bella’s heart as she misses us when we’re gone.  Please also pray for Jared as he gets back into the swing of things in Boulder, and pray for Anna as she waits for one more college admission decision (though she found out this week that she is admitted to what she thinks will be her top choice!).

Here are some photos for your enjoyment!

Post-Surgery Caregiver's Letdown?

So it's nearing the end of a surgery week, and I am feeling weary.  Feeling a bit out of steam, a bit unfocused, and, for a few days after discharge on Tuesday, I was even feeling weepy and emotionally fragile.

Backing up a bit, last I wrote, we were enjoying some summer aquatic fun because Lilly's incisions from her May surgery were finally healed nice and tight.

And our summer was quite full of fun things, lots of swimming, adventures in Maine, the girls' overnight week at Mount Gilead girls camp, and a week serving as a family at New Life Bible Camp in Pennsylvania.  

Interspersed in all that summer fun was an aborted surgery that had been scheduled for late July.  In the week or two leading up to her schedueld surgery date, Lilly had been having some pain that was more intense than her usual it's-time-for-an-expansion-pain, and I began to notice that her rod was looking pretty prominent in her lower back again.  Hmmmm.  So on surgery morning--after we had fasted and bathed and done the pre op CHG wipes--within minutes of them being ready to walk us back to the OR, Dr. Campbell cancelled the surgery in order to make sure that Dr. Taylor, the plastic surgeon, could be in the OR in case we needed to do any more muscle flap or other plastic surgery procedures to ensure adequate coverage for her rods.  Always a let down to gear up for surgery and then have it cancelled, but it was definitely the right thing to do. So, that morning,  grabbed some breakfast and headed home for a few more weeks of summer fun. 

And then it was time for back to school (Anna's a senior--whoa!!--Lilly is a 6th grader, and Bella is a 5th grader) and re-entering fall routines and rhythms.  Back to school time is always exciting and mixed in with the excitement and energy is always a time of steep learning as we get to know teachers, routines, expectations, etc.  The scheduled Back-to-School parents' nights add not only to the family calendar but also to the mental weight of this mama, who is constantly wanting to be sure each of the kids is in the right place, getting the right kinds of support at school. 

Interrupting the newly-reestablished flow of fall routines, however, was the rescheduled surgery date--September 11.  A Monday.  Which meant that pre op appointments had to take place on Friday.  Which meant either another weekend spent out of town and separated as a family, or it meant several trips to Philly.  In light of Tom's birthday weekend and some events at church that we didn't want to miss, we opted for the additional driving.  So last Friday Lilly and I drove up to Philly and back in one day for her pre op appointments, then drove back up Sunday evening for her 5:45am Monday surgery show time.  Lots of time in the car.  We had a poor night's sleep at the Sheraton in Philly (no room ata the Ronald McDonald House this time) due to some pre-surgery anxiety for Lilly and some loud neighbors, but we made it up and to CHOP on time and all the pre op went smoothly.

Surgery itself went well.  Dr. Campbell was able to cut some bone in her pelvis to allow the rod to sit a little deeper in her back, and Dr. Taylor was able to make several deep muscle flaps to better protect the rods.  Dr. Campbell expanded the rod on the left side but not the right (in order that she might have a "comfort" side).   She had more pain than she would for a typical expansion surgery because of all the muscle and bone work they did, but she came out of surgery with no drain and was actually able to get discharged after only one night in the hospital--a day or two earlier than we had expected this time around.  

We got home Tuesday evening, and I kept Lilly home Wednesday to make sure she was in good shape pain-wise to head back to school Thursday, which she did.  She hasn't needed much in the way of pain medicine since we got home, with the greater discomfort coming from itchiness.  

While I am extremely grateful that the surgery went well, that Tom and the kids at home survived (and we had fabulous friends helping with Bella, who really struggles emotionally when we are away), I found myself for the couple of days following our return home to be weary, blue, irritable.  Not what I wanted.  Not what anyone in my home needed.  When we're away for surgery, many of my normal activities and areas of involvement have to be put on pause, and it has been harder to push the "play" button again this time.  

I am having to give myself grace to ease back into things, much in the same way I allow Lilly to ease back into things.  And praying for wisdom and discernment as to whether some things don't even need to be picked back up.  

And I find myself pondering how common "post-surgery caregiver let down" (my made-up title for what I've been feeling) might be.  I wouldn't be surprised to learn that I'm not alone in these experiences and feelings. 

An Exciting Aquatic Day!

Just two bits of good news to share!

After more than 5 months, Lilly's incision on her back--the one that had a hard time healing from her late January surgery and needed to be cleaned out and re-closed last month--is finally healed and she was able to go swimming yesterday!  Woo hoo!  Praise God she'll get in some swimming and her summer camp before her next surgery!

AND...drumroll please...Isabel made up her mind yesterday, our first day at the pool all summer, that she was going to attempt to pass the swim test.  If you read my blog post from last summer,  you'll know how  big this is. AND SHE DID IT!  25 meters of swimming followed by 60 seconds of water treading.  She was completely exhausted, but overjoyed, after she did it.  I am so super proud of her.


And with both of the Mei Meis now having passed the swim test, no more red wrist bands at the pool and this mama no longer is required to be within an arms' reach of either of them at all times while they're in the water.  Though I'm likely to be pretty close by because of my mama's vigilance and my lifeguard's instinct (that never goes away and doesn't allow me to actually relax and just read a book poolside even though it has been more than 25 years since I was last a paid lifeguard at a pool of any kind).

Looking forward to about a month of swimming before Lilly's next surgery!

Our Unexpected Week at CHOP is Coming to an End Soon...

Despite this surprising turn in Lilly's healing from her last surgery and this disruptive week away from home to have an additional surgery, we are grateful for the ways things have worked smoothly and the things we were able to do.

After our pre op day on Monday when we learned Lilly's surgery would be on Wednesday, we headed north to Grammy's house to spend the intervening day with cousins Peter, Naomi, and Levi.  That's always good medicine.  AUntie Em graciously included Lilly in their homeschool day on Tuesday--and we were able to download Lilly's math homework from her school to work on while they were doing their math segment of their homeschool day.  Lilly also got to practice her flute alongside Auntie Em, who also plays the flute.  This week also just happened to be Peter's birthday week, so we were blessed to be able to celebrate his birthday--LIlly got to join AUnt Judi on a birthday outing for Peter--and a belated birthday outing for Lilly--to dinner and a virtual reality play place where she and Peter got to don VR goggles and have some adventures in another world!  She came home from their evening super excited on Tuesday night, perfect to get her good and tired for a day of anesthesia on Wednesday.

Our show time Wednesday morning was 10am, so we didn't have to rise awfully early, and we timed it well to avoid the traffic the best we could (like DC, there is always some traffic heading into Philly on I-95) and still arrived on time.  Our pre op routine went smoothly, and the highlight for us of all the various folks that come through to introduce themselves before surgery was meeting our anesthesiologist, who--observing LIlly doing some artwork while she waited--mentioned how she loved doing art too, but that her husband is a "real" artist" who draws Bears.  Turns out he is Michael Berenstain, the son of Stan and Jan Berenstain, creator of the Berenstain Bears.  And Michael is now the one who continues to do the writing and drawing of these characters since his mother passed away a few years ago.  That was a cool little tidbit!

Per our standard operating procedure, when it was time for Lilly to go back to the OR, I gowned up and walked back with her rather than her taking the versed pre-med ("giggle juice") per her request.  Normally we walk into the OR, I hold and sing to my anxious girl while they administer some anesthesia via a mask until she's asleep, I lie her on the table and walk out.  Usually it's pretty quick.

This time, however, we had to wait a little while in the OR before they could administer the mask, which only gave LIlly more time to look around the room and get more and more anxious.  She's also getting bigger, and the medical staff was not comfortable with me holding her until she dropped off, so I knelt in front of her while she sat on the table.  Once it was time, it only took verse 1 and part of verse 2 of Amazing Grace before she was asleep and we could lie her down.

Surgery was fairly quick.  Dr. Campbell and Dr. Taylor (the plastic surgeon, who seems like a very nice guy) were both happy with how it went.  Dr. C was able to swap out the clips at the bottom that had become exposed, and bent her lower rod slightly so it was a little farther from her skin.  Dr. Taylor did a muscle flap procedure that pulled her muscle tissue over the rod to give it better coverage from within and will promote better healing this time.  They had originally planned to insert a drain and implement a wound vac to help promote healing as well, but in the end they decided against the wound vac and she came out of the OR with only one drain, which would need to stay in for at least two days.

I had to shift my hope that we might be discharged same day or after a quick overnight, but otherwise I was so pleased to hear how it had gone.

When I got to see LIlly in the rocovery room, she was wide away and actually chipper.  Normally she's quite groggy and pretty grumpy and bossy (I have learned not to take it personally and not to fear that some ugly character traits are developing in her suddenly...it's just the anesthesia).  But this time she was feeling good and pleasant.  That was a nice surprise!

We were blessed to get a private room on 4 South, and have had great nurses as always.  Our Childlife friend, Asia, immediately brought LIlly several craft projects to get her going, and LIlly got to see her favorite nurse, Kelsey, yesterday, when she heard we were here and stopped by to say hi.  She's on our floor today (though she's not our nurse) so we'll get to see her again today.

Last night we had a pretty good sleep--for hospital sleep--with no monitors or pumps beeping.  She got one IV taken out yesterday, and the other should come out today. And this morning I feel giddy that I got to breath a minutes' worth of fresh air as as I ran across the street to pick up my Starbucks mobile order (it's so exciting that a Starbucks opened up right across the street from the front door!) Agenda for today: get some scoli films (X-rays), have her drain removed, and get discharged!  But Shhhh, don't tell Bella, because we didn't want to get her hopes up in case something happened to delay our discharge, she thinks we'll be home Saturday.  If it does work out for us to get home today, I can't wait to see the surprise on her face when we show up.

It's been a hard week to be away--Anna had two AP exams, and last night was Bella's end-of-year strings concert I had really hoped to attend.  But otherwise Tom and our good friends and neighbors are holding things together at home.

We'll be back to CHOP next weekend for a planned VEPTR family reunion--a chance to meet other VEPTR families and patients, to see doctors and nurses in a fun setting, to do crafts, do face painting, play games, and eat good food.  I'm hoping we won't have to come back up to CHOP to have her sutures removed in 3 weeks...they used the non-soluble ones this time in hopes that better healing will result.  Hopefully Dr. Dad will be an adequate person to perform the task of suture removal when it's time.

And we'll be back to CHOP for her next expansion on 25 July.

We are grateful to God for the gift of healing, for talented and knowledgable medical staff, for friends and family lifting us up in prayer, for all those stepping in to help in practical ways.

This morning I was doing my daily Bible reading, and my reading plan has me in the book of Numbers.  As I was reading about all of the required offerings and sacrifices and holy convocations, and considered how the Lord commanded the people not to do any "ordinary work" on those days, it made me ponder the fact that when I am here at CHOP with Lilly, I am unable to do any "ordinary work." While this is frustrating--to have to find subs for all of the fitness classes that I teach each week, to have to line up people to do the work I do at home--feeding, helping, transporting my kids walking my dog, etc.-- and to find it challenging to keep up with daily emails and other administrative work on my computer related to family management and women's ministry, I am choosing to look at these forced times away from ordinary work as a chance to draw near to God. And pray that the way I care for Lilly, the way I deal with these disruptions, the way that I use words or deeds while here at CHOP to encourage other families or medical staff, will somehow touch others and bring the sweet aroma of Christ.

Thanks for your support and your prayers!

An Unexpected Trip to CHOP

There is never a good time for an unexpected medical emergency.  Tomorrow morning LIlly and I will be headed to CHOP to see Dr. Campbell.   No, it's not quite time for Lilly's next VEPTR expansion surgery (that's scheduled for late July).  But one of Lilly's incisions from her revision (rod replacement) and expansion surgery in January has been troublesome this time around and it has finally reached the point where medical intervention is essential to protect her hardware and her health.

The lower part of her left-most incision has been very slow to heal this time around.  When Dr. Flynn (the doc who did her surgery in January since Dr. C's schedule was overbooked due to a leave of absence he had taken late last year) swapped out her lower left rod for a longer portion because she had grown enough to exceed the current rod's expandability, he seated it on her pelvis in a way that caused it to protrude more than it used to.  I noticed it right away once her dressings came off--she just had more of a bulge there than she ever had before.  But her incisions seemed to be healing up nicely and her post op pain had subsided mostly at the same pace as usual.

About 2 months after her surgery, however, once we thought her incisions were finally closed up tight enough to do tub baths again and possibly get her back into her weekly swimming lessons with Bella, one night before bed Lilly asked me to check her incision because it felt "wet" when she had touched it.  I took a look and, sure enough, noticed a tiny little hole opening up on that lower left incision.  We sent pics to CHOP, and they prescribed a round of antibiotics and daily dressing changes.  Tom is an amazing wound care specialist, and he took care of the daily dressing needs on her back while I offered moral support and hugs to Lilly from the front.

Several weeks later, the wound--which really was a pressure ulcer on the incision site from the rod pressing up against her skin from within--was finally beginning to look healed up again.  Again, we were just about to resume tub baths and swimming lessons.

And then this past Friday night Lilly asked me check her incision before bed again.  When I looked I was horrified (though I think I showed great restrain and didn't alarm Lilly!).  What I saw was that the pressure ulcer had again disintegrated, only this time I could clearly see silver hardware exposed. Gulp.  Not good.  At all.  Rather than freaking out (which I was doing inside), I calmly said "let's go downstairs and let Daddy take a look at this."  Tom--always much more calm than me--cleaned the wound and re-dressed it, after taking a few more pictures.

We emailed and texted the pics to CHOP, and by Saturday we knew we were scheduled to come in to see Dr. C Monday morning in clinic, with probable clean out surgery later in the week.

So, yesterday and today I am scrambling to get logistics in place at home so Bella is well cared for while I'm away with minimal impact on Tom's work schedule and Anna's schedule.  Medical emergencies are never convenient, but I woulndn't have chosen this week had it been up to me--Anna has two AP exams this week and Bella has her end-of-year orchestra concert.  My mama's heart wants to be here to support Anna through a stressful week and to cheer Bella on because this child has worked SO hard on her violin this year, seeking exrtra help every Thursday at lunch time from her wonderful strings teacher, Ms. Cordell.  Violin is-in my opinion--one of the hardest instruments to  learn that first year, especially for a child with poorly developed motor skills and visual motor coordination.  (Bella's perseverance on the violin could be a blog post all on its own...may it will be sometime soon!)

Stay tuned, I'll keep things updated as we learn what day her surgery actually will be and what it will entail.

For now, however, we are praising God that other than having a hole in her skin that exposes her hardware, Lilly feels fine!  No signs of infection at all--no fevers, no redness, no drainage, no pain.  That is a huge blessing.  And praise god with us that we have medical insurance that fully covers all of her care and we have the resources to cover the extra travel and hotel expenses are managable, and we have Tom's family not far away when we're at CHOP. And we have fabulous neighbors and friends at home who step in the help care for Bella while I'm away.

Praise the Lord with us and please pray for wisdom for the doctors and speedy healing and return home for Lilly.