tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-234358322024-03-12T18:42:21.457-07:00Meet VirginiaVirginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.comBlogger1957125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-54839353772765461252019-06-21T15:34:00.001-07:002019-06-21T15:35:30.586-07:00Come to my new blog!!!This blog has been hacked on the main page and constantly redirects people.<br />
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Virginia :)Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-20521500545057537752019-01-09T11:28:00.000-07:002019-01-11T14:45:17.742-07:00Daniel Fast Day 5<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="265" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/HVkp1LitiHE" width="510"></iframe><br />Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-7979496309559082192019-01-08T11:24:00.000-07:002019-01-11T11:25:32.164-07:00Daniel Fast Day 4<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/E-c4XzRT_Ho" width="560"></iframe>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-20205690474174124522019-01-07T11:35:00.000-07:002019-01-11T14:47:05.328-07:00Daniel Fast Day 3<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="265" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/rwJvD06fzCc" width="510"></iframe>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-33134484106394905172019-01-06T11:45:00.000-07:002019-01-11T11:46:26.839-07:00Daniel Fast Day 2<iframe allow="accelerometer; autoplay; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture" allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="https://www.youtube.com/embed/JEDwPBqyTas" width="560"></iframe>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-61264145689467205732019-01-04T11:49:00.000-07:002019-01-11T11:49:59.057-07:00HOUSE FIRE MinistriesI make videos for our bible study and thought I'd share it here. :D<br />
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We are still fostering the same two kids and there has definitely been some ups and downs. But it has been worth it completely along the way. Nothing is better than not only raising and training your children, but also having an opportunity to change the destiny of two kids that were going along a dangerous and rough path. What a blessing! :D<br />
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Now that school has started, I feel I'll have a bit more quiet to process things and write them down. Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-75882670927059785232017-11-29T14:57:00.001-07:002017-11-29T14:57:32.082-07:00For the Love of Fostering. After ABC15's Story.Sooo much has changed in our lives these last few months. Our lives have gotten SO busy it has been difficult to ever get onto my blog. I guess I can say my focus has changed. Sometimes the only free time I have is 9:30pm. An hour before I need to sleep. If it comes off as complaining, I'm sorry. I LOVE MY LIFE! I don't know how to explain it. I love being a mom and I love being a foster mom. How could I love something so much, have so little resources, space, and little money yet love it SO MUCH? I don't know. I feel like I've finally found my path.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>In the middle of this project James was taken to get mental health treatment for severe issues. He was then moved to a therapeutic group home. MY HEART SHATTERED. I sobbed and sobbed for weeks. James didn't deserve what he went through. But his therapist said being in a home with a family was too overwhelming for him. I received horrible letters from people accusing me of using him to build the room. It hurt so bad. I realized there will always be haters. He began to sneak call me from the hospital and his new group home. We talked and talked as quick as we could and as often as he could get away with it. Unfortunately, the boss of his new group home was one of the people that wrote a horrible letter about me online. Saying I hurt him and used him. That I didn't really love or care about him. She was rude to him and didn't treat him well. Thankfully he was removed from there and taken to another therapeutic home that was much, much better. Now he's able to call me as often as he wants whether at school or at home. We talk before bed every night. :D </b></span><br />
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So why still build the room? In the middle of all that, we had gained a new teen foster daughter and eventually also her brother. We still were MEGA lacking space. You can't place a boy and a girl in the same room after they are a certain age. The project continued. Bell Mortgage and New Heights Church in Arizona reached out to cover the costs. Wow! Several months later the project was finished. Soon I'd love to post some pics of the process! We now have 5 bedrooms and have already started talking about the possibility to add on again to help more children. Whew.... another battle for another day. But it's gonna happen.<br />
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Here is the hard part. Knowing the case plan is set for reunification and almost nothing has changed. Situation is shaky at best with mom and kids are going back. As much as I want a stable life for these kids, all I can do is love on them, bring them to Jesus, feed, clothe, and care for till they go home. Boy, it makes it hard for me. Somehow I have to learn how to love and let go. NEVER, EVER do I want to keep children from a mother that is doing her best to change for the better.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>This is what's even harder. Knowing when to just let go and let God. Or when to report when you know there is lots of lying going on and DCS thinks mom is doing fabulous. How would my conscience feel if they go back and get hurt? Seriously hurt? My heart hurts because the mom is actually someone I've known for awhile and a friend somewhat. We don't hang out but we are friendly and known each other for two decades. </b></span><br />
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Sigh. I have a love/hate relationship with fostering. Jesus, please give me peace in the path you want me to take. Give me discernment when needed. And, boy, do I need it! I love these kids, don't want to keep them from their mother, but also care for their safety. Thank you for blessing me with these beautiful kids.Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-50662490249034802122017-07-14T12:10:00.002-07:002017-07-14T12:10:39.173-07:00Boys Home from GuatemalaGuatemala for my boys was an 8 day trip. Definitely an adventure! They saw a volcano nearby, visited many schools, an orphanage, took a boat ride, prayed with a lot of people, and brought food to homes. I'm SO PROUD of my boys. They definitely came back with a different perspective of America.<br />
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Ryan talked to me about how neat the market is. How the money I sent with him was so much more there. He didn't get much time to shop but it was neat how he was able to negotiate price. They brought home some interesting treats for me to try. :)<br />
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Chaz came home at midnight and immediately wanted to talk to us. He had a major experience during the missions trip. He absolutely loved praying with people and encouraging. He loved being busy every day even though it was tiring. There wasn't much time for play as they had their days packed with outreaching from place to place. Chaz was such at ease talking to people he didn't know. This is Chaz we're talking about here. If you go way back in this blog, to around 2005-2007, Chaz had a hard time with communication, and some violent behaviors. He's come such a long way! He's almost 17 and has such a big heart for people and patience for kids. <br />
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I'm glad my boys are home. Even though they're tired, in the morning we are volunteering at an orphanage here in the valley. I'm glad they get at least one day of rest. :)Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-82706308534451322052017-07-11T08:59:00.000-07:002017-07-11T08:59:29.259-07:00Guatemala Missions Trip Day 2<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's been so amazing watching the pictures roll in from the facebook page <a href="https://www.facebook.com/kidsnmissions" rel="nofollow" target="_blank">Kids N Missions</a>. I can't wait to see how they're gonna be when they get back. My kids are so used the the amazing blessings of living in America. It's really hard to understand what it's like for kids in other nations that don't have such an easy way of life. I'm glad they get to see first hand. </div>
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<b><span style="color: purple;">As each picture came in my heart melted. These were my boys and my AMAZING church that set it all up. My heart has been for missions more and more over the years. We didn't have to be pastors to experience it. Didn't have to be wealthy. We just have a church that says children, teens, and adults matter and we can all make a difference. </span></b><br />
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<span style="color: black;">Today, while sitting in service and hearing about where are church is going. More and more into the missions field, for the first time in 3 1/2 years I felt like this is definitely MY church. Where I belong. Not just my kids and teens. But for Charles and I. The first time Pastor Bill talked to the church about his heart to work in missions and also some orphanages and places that work with teens in sex trafficking, I had tears running down my face. It took everything in me not to sob. Because I always felt I had to have status to help. To be a servant the way Jesus meant us to be. My church made it possible and I am so grateful. </span><br />
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We have set up a Go Fund Me account. :) Anything helps and will go straight to the addition only. <span style="background-color: #edf0f5; color: #666666; font-family: Lato, Lato, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; text-align: center;">https://www.gofundme.com/help-us-help-our-foster-son</span>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-72803634543331339022016-09-21T20:57:00.001-07:002016-09-21T20:57:09.994-07:00New, Hard Fostering ExperienceBoy, my life just got super hard. I have a new appreciation for my foster daughter after having received a new foster son last Friday. In no way am I a licensed theraputic foster home. Just a licensed foster home. Sooooo, this is new territory for me being I have a boy with major issues and having experienced so many hard thing. Ugh, my heart hurts. WHY DO PEOPLE HURT KIDS??? WHY??? This boy I'll call James is a SWEET boy who is hurting beyond words and it shows through his behavior. I lock up anything and everything that is dangerous including anything you'd never know was dangerous. Heck, my house is really baby proofed now for sure. This boy is worth it. I promised to give it a shot and I promise to give it my very best with all my heart. While he is at school I'll be praying in his room, especially the Warfare Prayer. :( I want to write so much more but first need to know how much I'm allowed to say. Please pray for my family as we are praying heavily for him and it takes a LOT OF WORK to keep him in check. <br />
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Dear God, I pray for this beautiful, amazing boy that you designed and made. I pray for healing in his heart and his mind. I pray that any hurt that is tormenting him will be dealt with, processed, and healed. I pray that he will learn self control when he feels like there is no hope and throws all caution to the wind. Help me to show him the love that he so much deserves. You love Him so much and you made a way for him to get out of the abuse. He now needs healing. Thank you so much for trusting him in my care. I need you and I need strength. Amen.Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-63179464968344928052016-07-22T09:40:00.000-07:002016-07-22T09:40:31.460-07:00When a Spiritual Attack Comes On Your Family<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>These last couple of weeks were unbearably hard as I felt my patience level had dwindled. I began to feel like a shadow of my former self. It was rough. In fact, I had extreme headaches every day, shaking, pains shooting up my side, and pressure from my throat up to the top of my head. It almost felt like someone was choking me. Very scary. The other day was Ivy's birthday and I was trying to put on a smile for her sake as not to be selfish and ruin her day. Yesterday I texted my husband at work and said "I need you." I was laying in the dark at 8pm and just felt I couldn't take it anymore. The pressure in my head and the pains were difficult. I needed him to come take over for a bit so I could rest. </b></span><br />
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My sweet, amazing, almost 16 year old son Chaz walked in the dark room and asked, "Mom, have you prayed lately?" I replied, "No." I wasn't in the mood and I certainly didn't feel it mattered at the moment. Of course it does but it was just the mood I was in. He asked if we could pray together. I hesitantly got up as the pressure in my head was thick. My thoughts were foggy. We sat in his room and he started to pray with me. When he was done he asked me to pray. I prayed while I fought to hold back my tears. I didn't pray that God would take away my pain. I began to pray against spirits causing division and strife. Against confusion and contention. I prayed that if there are any curses being prayed over us that it would be sent back to hell where it belongs. I was taught growing up that you pray that a curse be sent back on the one who sent it. That's biblically incorrect. The bible says to bless our enemies and pray for those that curse you. I prayed that God's peace would reach every corner of the house. At that moment I felt like hands came off my head and it physically felt like pressure was draining out and off my body. Hard to explain. It was instant. I sat there in shock. All those days of pain, fogginess, and shaking instantly left. All I had to do was ask my Father to intervene. The room got quiet. I didn't even know what to say because I had never so quickly seen a prayer answered in an instant and feel like something released it's choke hold. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">A few years back, as I said earlier, I was taught to send curses back on people. Sometimes people mean well when they pray to God asking that He "shake up the nest" and cause difficult things to happen so someone will turn to Christ. I didn't realize that if I'm not careful, I was praying curses on people. I was praying to God but I was praying the wrong way. This is why when I prayed that any curse prayed would be sent back to hell where it belongs. Not sent back on the head of the one who sent it. </span></b><br />
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My foster daughter had an emotional day yesterday seeing her mom. She usually has visits twice a week but since the parent aid had to miss two visits from being sick, it made her worry she won't be able to see her again. When she came back home yesterday the parent aid asked me why she was so emotional I told her that's what happens when their visits aren't consistent. I'm a baby, new foster mom since October. This whole process is so new and I always hope I'm handling issues the right way. There has been a lot of adjustments along the way since I got her. She is afraid of showers, extremely picky eater to the point where she won't want to eat at times. When I ask what she does want to eat she always says a donut. Ha ha. I tell her we always try to eat healthy and desserts are just for fun. They ware never for main course. I always cook with meat and vegetables and only sometimes some whole wheat pasta of some sort. Her night terrors have almost completely stopped. That's amazing since she used to have them nightly. She had them with her mom every night even when living with her. I'm grateful for her sake she's getting much more rest now. :) Something new for her is chores. It's real simple chores for her age since she's 7 but she does them well. At first she would cry but we made sure it started easy and built on little by little. In reality, it's only make bed, put away toys in room, and put away shoes. Another one we're working through is school. There are times I've had to carry her in and then have a teacher take her into the classroom. I would have to dress her because she hated going so much she fought it with everything in her. She used to not even dressing herself or going potty in bathroom alone. Now she's doing all of that! So there is lots and lots of growth. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Large family life has really upped it's game on me. I can hardly keep up. I'm finally starting to realize that 10 kids (eight of my own and two foster kids) is about all I can handle. No joke. It has always been my dream to have my own kids but take in a couple and I'm living that dream! I loooooove my life and so grateful for everything. </span></b><br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I decided to try and do my own version of a beginning of year break from certain things that may pull me away from important things. Also, maybe try a certain kind of fast called a Daniel fast. I don't know. It should be interesting. I struggle with telling you but at the same time, how do we encourage others if we don't? This part confuses me. My church is openly doing a 21 day fast and I'm picking things to break away from that are a personal struggle. One is food. I don't have an addiction to sweets or even pastas. I mainly eat meat and vegetables but I'm gonna take mostly sugar out (except for coffee) and meat. So no soda, even my favorite diet soda. I KNOW that's bad for me. Also a media fast but an exception for Christian movies for encouragement. :) </span></b><br />
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All fruits</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">.
These can be fresh, frozen, dried, juiced or canned. Fruits include but
are not limited to apples, apricots, bananas, blackberries,
blueberries, boysenberries, cantaloupe, cherries, cranberries, figs,
grapefruit, grapes, guava, honeydew melon, kiwi, lemons, limes, mangoes,
nectarines, oranges, papayas, peaches, pears, pineapples, plums,
prunes, raisins, raspberries, strawberries, tangelos, tangerines,
watermelon</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All vegetables</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">.
These can be fresh, frozen, dried, juiced or canned. Vegetables include
but are not limited to artichokes, asparagus, beets, broccoli, Brussels
sprouts, cabbage, carrots, cauliflower, celery, chili peppers, collard
greens, corn, cucumbers, eggplant, garlic, ginger root, kale, leeks,
lettuce, mushrooms, mustard greens, okra, onions, parsley, potatoes,
radishes, rutabagas, scallions, spinach, sprouts, squashes, sweet
potatoes, tomatoes, turnips, watercress, yams, zucchini, veggie burgers
are an option if you are not allergic to soy.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All whole grains</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">,
including but not limited to whole wheat, brown rice, millet, quinoa,
oats, barley, grits, whole wheat pasta, whole wheat tortillas, rice
cakes and popcorn.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All nuts and seeds</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">, including but not limited to sunflower seeds, cashews, peanuts, sesame. Also nut butters including peanut butter.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All legumes</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">.
These can be canned or dried. Legumes include but are not limited to
dried beans, pinto beans, split peas, lentils, black eyed peas, kidney
beans, black beans, cannellini beans, white beans.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All quality oils</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> including but not limited to olive, canola, grape seed, peanut, and sesame.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Beverages</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">: spring water, distilled water or other pure waters.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Other</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">: tofu, soy products, vinegar, seasonings, salt, herbs and spices. </span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All meat and animal products</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> including but not limited to beef, lamb, pork, poultry, and fish.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All sweeteners</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">including but not limited to sugar, raw sugar, honey, syrups, molasses, and cane juice.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All leavened bread</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> including Ezekiel Bread (it contains yeast and honey) and baked goods.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All refined and processed food products</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;">
including but not limited to artificial flavorings, food additives,
chemicals, white rice, white flour, and foods that contain artificial
preservatives.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All deep fried foods</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> including but not limited to potato chips, French fries, corn chips.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">All solid fats</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> including shortening, margarine, lard and foods high in fat.</span></div>
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<span style="text-decoration: underline;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;">Beverages</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia;"> including but not limited to coffee, tea, herbal teas, carbonated beverages, energy drinks, and alcohol.</span></div>
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Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-37984163244504896432016-01-11T12:04:00.000-07:002016-01-11T12:04:18.070-07:00Saying Goodbye to a Very Hard 2015This last year was one of the hardest years I've been through in a
very long, long time. I was so happy to say goodbye to 2015. One thing
I'm closing the door to is having any adult/families move in. I'll
help find friends a shelter if they're in need, and I have done that
recently. I just can't have anyone moving in anymore unless it's foster
children. One reason I can't is because I am realizing that my
parenting clashes sometimes with other parents. (NOT saying my parenting is superior and theirs is bad). I'm active in their every day life down to the nitty gritty. I work
really hard at knowing each and every one of my kids down to knowing
their favorite food, color, favorite clothing item, and secret
struggles. When you live with another family that lives completely
different, it's extremely hard to mesh together with rules and
expectations. I've had two families live with us within 1 year so I'm
closing the door to that chapter. I know it was hard for them to live
with us as well as we have so many rules. We have to to function well
as a large family. We have LOTS of fun and we've worked so hard to make
sure we have a fun house for kids. Kids from other families often ask
to come over. Rules doesn't mean we're mean. We just have function.
There are wake times, breakfast times, school/homeschool time, chore
time, game time, lunch/dinner, and bed times. AND ABSOLUTELY NO WHINING when we ask these things because whining is also disobedience and defiance We even have a 17 year
old friend that knows he can come and go as he pleases. We love and
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>Also,
this last year we had some HUGE unexpected changes. Back in July we
rescued a friend from a bad situation. She had three children as well.
While at the shelter, DCS decided it was best to remove the kids and
place them in foster homes. I cried and cried as I felt responsible
being I removed them from their home. However, they were living in a bad
situation with abuse so it wasn't a bad decision at all. I saw the
kids were very much out of their mother's control and running all over
her. She wasn't used to taking care of the kids without the father
around. Also, they were used to being managed with an iron fist. Take
that away and the kids just went wild. I agreed with DCS to take the
oldest son but not the other two. I didn't think I could manage the
small girl's behavior from what I saw. Well, it's been 3 months and I
found out two months ago that the girl was doing AMAZING in foster care
and was very calm and happy. I became friends with the foster mom and
we started to share days with her. (I named them Michael and Grace
since I can't say real names.) I started have a feeling in my gut that
something was going on and we HAD to take grace. You would never
believe it. I called the DCS worker and told her we changed our mind
and are willing to take in Grace. The worker told me that if I hadn't
of called that day, she was about to be taken to a relatives house. A
relative of the abuser and this person does NOT have a good relationship
with Grace. So, even though Grace was in an amazing foster home,
family has preference and she would have transferred. Because I have
her sibling, I get top preference. Well, she was placed in my home
yesterday permanently until mommy gets them back. :D That was totally
God putting her on my heart and brother is relieved. </b></span><br />
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and I have been working really, really hard to get our foster care
license so once these two kids go back to their mom, we can minister to
and take care of two more kids. I'm so excited as this has been my
dream for many, many years!!! My biggest dream is to work in an
orphanage but since I have children at home, I wasn't able to work at
one till they were raised. Foster care/adoption is the next best
thing. We've gone through many home inspections, paperwork, and have
had lots of studying to complete. We won't be done with our classes
till the end of this month. I'll be so happy when we're done. <br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>On top of all this, I had a baby! Ha ha. I forget that physically and mentally 2015 was a humongous adjustment. I didn't gain one kids last year, I gained three! On top of that, people moving in and out of our house. I'm starting this year off with prayer and fasting because I'm believing for it to be an amazing, peaceful year.</b></span><br />
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GOODBYE 2015! Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-58588682929391622452015-11-28T12:46:00.000-07:002015-11-28T12:46:08.579-07:00Thanksgiving Stress and Untangling Bad Habits<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>We had a wacky and rough Thanksgiving. Sigh. Sometimes it's great having family and friends and sometimes it's.... hard. I'll point out the blessings though. :) My mom helped me great in the kitchen and really took a load off my shoulders while cooking. I had a friend coming over who had to work late so I waited to make a meal till evening time. I was a bit tired but it was still awesome. </b></span><br />
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It's been a bit of a transition for me into the fostering world. Sometimes it's hard to retrain kids that aren't used to things being done the way we do. The little girl we have absolutely flipped out when I asked her to help clean up with the girls. I went to her brother and asked if she ever had to help. He said no and that they had to do everything for her. Luckily, she's young and there is plenty of time to fix that. It'd be harder to retrain a kid with good habits in their teens. Luckily, our teen foster son has really good work ethics. He had to shoulder a big load before but we don't do that. Here we have balance and everyone has to contribute down to 3 years old. That way we don't have someone or just older kids bearing most the load. Also, another thing we're adjusting is teaching her to get things for herself rather than relying on big brother to always rescue her to get menial stuff. These are not big, big issues and little ones are easy to refocus in a different direction. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">I have so many things coming up like house inspection on December 9th. Eek! Also, we're right in the middle of foster care classes and although it's a lot of paperwork to study and fill out, we're one of the lucky few who can do it right from our home rather than be gone for hours every Saturday. Yay!</span></b><br />
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<br />Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-14065329530988962452015-11-11T09:36:00.001-07:002015-11-11T09:36:29.958-07:00Halloween 2015/ Foster Care Update<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQm2aWUC7FY/VkNo4r7wWVI/AAAAAAAA-4M/0xEFrYUgQVY/s1600/upload_-1" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="298" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VQm2aWUC7FY/VkNo4r7wWVI/AAAAAAAA-4M/0xEFrYUgQVY/s400/upload_-1" width="400" /></a>It's been amazing having 9 kids here ever since we got Michael. It's definitely been an adjustment since I have a 6 month old and they both came in our lives almost around the same time. So instead of adjusting for one kid, I'm adjusting for two kids. So guess what?? I fought to get his baby sister Grace so now we'll soon be adjusting for 3! We will have 10 kids! Wow!!! Pray for Grace as DCS will be bringing it to court to get her in my custody. It takes a couple of weeks. She's already in a foster home somewhere with people she doesn't know. In my care she'll have her big brother. So this is huge! Michael has been in tears at times worrying about his little sister. I can imagine how hard that would be on him. He's always had a bond with her. He has no idea as we are going to surprise him when she gets here. I don't want to say she's coming and then it not work out in court. <br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><strong>Soooo, as much as I hate blurring Michael's face out of our family photo, it legally has to be done so I don't get in trouble. It makes me sad because I don't like to leave kids out. I explained to him it's for his safety and just the rules but we love him very much. I'm just gonna make a personal album for us at home where his face can be shown. :)</strong></span><br />
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My sweet kids and little nephew Prestyn. He's such a cutie and very smart for his age. Anyway, we had fun for Halloween. This was the first year we bought used costumes as we decided it was ridiculous to go and buy new costumes for only one day of the year. If I had a couple of kids it'd be fine but for nine kids, it'd be a ton of money. We had fun storming the used costume stores! Haha. <br />
Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-82054795310542428652015-10-12T14:48:00.002-07:002015-11-11T08:46:32.403-07:00One More BlessingWe have another boy added to the family through foster placement! Tonight I start my first class in order to get my foster care license. Should be interesting adding it to my already busy schedule. Michael is 13 years old and the sweetest, sweetest boy. I actually am friends with his mommy and unfortunate circumstances temporarily took them from her care. I love the mommy very much. The whole process feels complicated right now being the life has already gone through some major changes this last year but I know God will help me through it. <br />
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">We have been talking about turning our garage into a big fun room but now it seems more necessary than before. There are 12 people in this house and we only have 4 bedrooms. Also, our patio was made to be an optional 5th bedroom. We need to enclose it to either make it a 5th bedroom or open up our living room more. Either way it cost money so that's our only hold up. We pay everything with cash and not credit. </span></strong><br />
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Please pray that we can successfully get our foster care license. I don't know if it'll be easier because we already have a foster placement in our home and already went through background checks and home inspection. All that was passed. I guess I'll see because this is all new to me. I'm going to try and take the crash course in order for the process to go faster getting my license. :)Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-53769188642120675412015-10-02T19:11:00.001-07:002015-10-02T19:11:40.947-07:00"Don't You Think Your Kids Need School Socialization?"<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<strong><span style="color: purple;">Well, the school thing for my kids has been unbelievably horrid. I put Kyle, Ivy, Ashley, and Caleb in a charter school. Kyle had gotten bullied so badly that we switched him to another school. It went good for the first day and then went way downhill after that. Kyle has been dragging his feet since the second day. Kids are calling him gay and making fun of him for not going after girls. Yeah, we've taught him over and over that you focus on academics and not on crushes. Why would they? He's only 12 years old and can't marry till he's 18. It's okay to think a girl is pretty, of course. Thankfully, he listened to the advice and he thinks of school as a place to learn and not worry so much about the opposite sex. Kids have said vulgar things about him to his face. Sex acts that they think he wants to do to other boys. Writing love letters to boys and signing Kyle's name. Another kid would stand over him and block him so when it was dismissal time he couldn't get up. Then if he tried, he'd get shoved down. Kyle's confidence level has gone way done. It's only October! He's been in school less than a month. All three bullies were separate incidences and all three were suspended. However, when one kid is suspended, another kid steps up to take their place. I get comments from the teacher that Kyle is very respectful to them and he's such a good kid. In fact, his teacher from the first school said she misses him because he was her only respectful student. Really? REALLY? Why? Her only respectful student? That is very sad. :( Every morning on the way to school Kyle and I will talk about the bullying. He asked me why they hate him so much. I told him because he's different. It makes people uncomfortable when you listen, do your work, are respectful to authority and they aren't. It's like shining a light into their heart and exposing them. He's not meaning to, but his exampleship not only makes him stand out, it makes them feel bad. We talked about right responses to insults and violence done to him. He's tried going to the principal but she's talked so down to him he doesn't want to go to her. He shakes like a leaf in front of her. I've gone into the office and talked to her. I told her I've taught my kids to never pick a fight but they can defend themselves. Both teachers he had from two different schools told me they are not allowed to defend themselves. They just go to a teacher. That's why sometimes bullying continues. Kyle got in trouble because he got cornered and was being shoved down. Because he was cornered and no one to help him, he punched the kid in the gut and was able to run away. Soooo, maybe by him defending himself that kid will think twice. Every day, every single day, Kyle begs me to keep him home. He's been sad and lost confidence. He LOVED the school on the first day but when you spend your day watching your back and enduring what he has, you lose your love of learning. This is why I get upset when people tell me I need to socialize my kid. Really? With kids that swear all day, talk about sex acts they want to do with each other, yell sex acts at my son and make fun of him? I vaguely remember 4 years ago my kids going through being choked and beat up in school and me saying that this was not the kind of socialization I want my kids to have. I'm giving him the weekend to think about being pulled. He wants to come home and be a part of bible studies again and learning here. He will have regular teachers since it's through a school, it'd just be at home. </span></strong><br />
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I really don't think it's a mistake my boys are respectful. I really, really believe it's because they've had good socialization. We were able to watch what kind of friends they had and their influences. Respect is taught at home. Clean language is taught at home. Kindness is taught at home. Character quality is taught at home. It's really hard to keep that training if it's sabotaged all day. Teachers can only do their best but it's so sad when instead of teaching academics, they have to worry about bullying, disrespect, perversion, and keeping a bunch of rowdy kids from climbing the walls.<br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><strong>Next time a parent asks me if I think my kids need more socialization, I'll just say, "No thanks. Not that kind of socialization."</strong></span>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-6420097937437970512015-09-13T17:09:00.000-07:002015-09-13T17:09:58.286-07:00New School and New BulliesOkay, this is the news. I had talked about how I was going to take a break this year. I had gotten so busy I hadn't blogged much this past year. Now you believe me? Ha! I love to blog! <br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>Ryan tested into 9th grade rather than into 8th so him and Chaz will be starting high school together. I got them into a school district but they do their work at home. They have their own teacher so it takes the load off of me a bit. I asked them if they wanted to attend a high school together. The only catch is I would not allow them to go to a regular 4 year high school but one that goes down all the way to Kindergarten. It's a charter school and they'd be with their siblings. They both said no, they'd rather stay home. So it is what it is. :) Four kids at home and four kids in a charter school. The only one that does not want to be there is Kyle. He got bullied on his first day and every day since. Thankfully, they're completely against bullying and once he brought it to their attention they caught the boy and got him to stop. Hopefully he's done bullying my son for good. We'll see. Many times I've always believed that bullying is learned behavior. The sad thing is I'm hoping it's not because the bully is being bullied at home or anywhere else. :( Maybe Kyle and I should pray together for him. He said the kids in the class are extremely disrespectful and swear all the time. Just because he doesn't do those things, it's made Kyle more noticeable. Now they're coming after Kyle because he's different. I told Kyle to stand strong. It's a GREAT thing to be different and it's even more awesome that it's because he's respectful and does his work! :D</b></span>Virginia Revoirhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12426979985073932937noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23435832.post-62769531930573378022015-08-30T21:52:00.003-07:002015-08-30T21:52:40.032-07:00New Year, New ChangesWow, some big changes around here. Can't talk about the details. Just that there was a domestic violence situation with a family I knew, drove out of state to get them, did a stakeout for 6 hours, pulled them out, and now they are in a domestic violence shelter far away. It was a very rough time as they were temporarily in my home until we could find a place. It was so packed full of people here we always had a line to the bathroom and to the microwave. Haha. It was a rough time as it really worked on my patience level to be able to manage 15 people in the house. <br />
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<span style="color: purple;"><b>I've been homeschooling for a few years now so I decided to take a break this year and only homeschool my oldest two. I'll four kids in charter school. So I'll have four kids in school and four kids at home. I'm gonna spend this year really focusing on my older two and their education. I'd like to take them on field trips and just spend this year getting closer to them. Also, I need some time with Juliet and potty training her. I don't know. I just wanted to shake things up again. Change the routine. The four kids going to school are super excited and I think we all needed a bit of a change for awhile. Sometimes it's hard to appreciate things when in the same routine for a long while. Tomorrow is their first day. :D</b></span><br />
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I already have my whole week planned! I have to schedule appointments for the heart doctor and skin doctor for myself. My doctor was a bit concerned. My son Chaz has to have a blood test to make sure he's okay. Jaxon might be getting a helmet for his head in two months. He'll wear it till he's 18 months old. So basically for a year. Juliet, like I said, needs potty training and some focus on her behavior. Right now she's got so many siblings catering to her. Argh. That's the problem when you have a naughty 3 year old that is just so cute they get away with things. I have some major projects I need to do in the house, like turning my garage into a playroom. It's gonna be a huge job. I have huuuuge plans for this school year and need the extra time. <br />
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My life just has exploded with busyness and I need to get a grip on it. I'm absolutely in love with my family. Wow, as hard as I work for my husband and eight kids, I wouldn't trade them for anything!! Just need a change in the routine. I even have their new curriculum sitting on top of the armoir right now but I sending it back on Tuesday. I'm hoping I have lots more time for blogging as well. My kids actually went to bed early in anticipation for school tomorrow. We'll see how long that lasts. Haha. <br />
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<b><span style="color: purple;">Anyhow, I have to include an amazing video of my kids and their friends at camp with our church this past summer. Amazing! It is neat seeing them in the video. I absolutely with all my heart love the people at my church. Wow... :D</span></b><br />
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