| Hello again from NYC, where we have been enjoying the pleasant surprises of unseasonably warm weather and the cultural sports phenomenon that is Lin-sanity (Google it if you don't know what I'm talking about)! We've continued to adjust to our new home, the experience of first trimester pregnancy, and the dynamics of ministry here in a global city. There is so much that we could say, but in this letter I want to focus on one of the stark realities that God has impressed on us over this past month. That reality is the tremendous need for the gospel in this great city. New York City is one of the most un-churched cities in the United States. About 2.3% of the eight million plus people in this city claim to believe the basics of the gospel of Jesus Christ. In our borough, the borough of Queens, those numbers are even lower. One pastor here in western Queens really brought this truth home to me. He put it this way: "If every church in Queens added one thousand members overnight, that would still leave over 1.5 million un-churched people in Queens alone...roughly the population of the entire city of Philadelphia." To be completely honest, it is sometimes difficult not to feel overwhelmed by the need in a city like this. The effects of sin and brokenness and societal disintegration confront you at every turn, from the homeless family huddling for warmth in the subway station to the elites bowing down to the idols of money and sex and power. Tim Keller, pastor of Redeemer Presbyterian Church, once said, "In cities you have more of the image of God per square inch than any other place on earth." That is absolutely true, because in cities you have more people per square inch than any other place on earth. However, it is also true that in cities you have more human pain and sin and brokenness per square inch than anywhere else on earth, because you have more people in need of redemption. Those were realities that we had known cognitively, but have just started to feel existentially. So, how can you pray? Pray that God would give us eyes to see the need around us and hearts of compassion to weep over it. As Jesus was moved to compassion when he saw the crowds, because they were like sheep without a shepherd, pray that we would be able to extend that same compassion to others. Pray that our compassion would not be mere word or sentiment, but that we would find ways to tangibly serve and love the needy among us. Pray especially that God would open more doors for the proclamation of the gospel, which announces God's great mercy toward us. He has already opened some unexpected doors for us to share the gospel with people here in Astoria. Pray that the gospel bears fruit in the lives of these people and pray for more doors to be opened. While the task of planting a church in a largely post-Christian context is daunting, we have great confidence, knowing that the gospel is the power of God for salvation (Rom. 1:16). Pray that the incorruptible, imperishable seed of the gospel would fall on good soil and bear fruit for the glory of God (Mark 4:1-20; 1 Pet. 1:23). Please Remember to Pray for these Ongoing Requests...
Some of you have already given generously, and others have asked about how you can partner with us financially. Currently, our sending church, The Church at Brook Hills, is handling all financial donations. If God is leading you to give, you can do so by mailing your tax-deductible gift to: The Church at Brook Hills Attn: Jean Adams 3145 Brook Highland Parkway Birmingham, AL 35242 Please make checks payable to The Church at Brook Hills and designate your gifts by writing“Northeast Church Plant” in the memo line. If you would like to see our prospective budget, please contact us. Thank you for taking the time to read this e-mail. We cannot express to you how valuable your prayers are to us. Blessings in Christ, josh and traci "Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, now and forever. Amen" (Eph. 3:20-21) |
Thursday, March 1, 2012
NYC Newsletter #10
Monday, February 13, 2012
No Consolation Prizes
You guys are so sweet! Thanks for all the blog comments, Facebook comments, and private messages after the first part of this story posted.
In case you aren’t already aware, it’s important to know that Josh and I have talked of our desire to adopt children since we were dating. In fact, our plan was to foster/adopt our first child. We eventually realized that the timing of our move to NYC would keep us from completing the adoption process prior to leaving Alabama, so we began pursuing information about fostering and adopting in New York. Still, we were many months away from having the NY residency that would allow us to begin that process. The desire for a family (and the fact that my 30th birthday was fast-approaching) led us to consider the possibility that our first child would be born, rather than adopted, into our family.
In fact, we told the fertility doctor at our very first visit that we weren’t desperate for a baby, that we knew we would be parents soon, whether through birth or adoption. As the months passed and Clomid didn’t prove to be my Wonder Drug, I intentionally shifted my thoughts and emotions to becoming foster parents in NYC rather than conceiving a child. I even told Josh that I believed the day I found out I was going to be a mother, it would come through a phone call from a social worker, not a positive pregnancy test. I acknowledged to myself and others the possibility that I may never get to experience the womanly rite of passage that is pregnancy and child birth. That possibility made me sad, and I knew I would always carry that sadness deep in my heart. But the thing is, I’ve had other really disappointing things happen too, and I do carry that sadness in my heart still. But I also know that we live in a fallen world, and this is not the way it was meant to be. And I can rejoice in anticipating the day when everything in this world will be made right. I believe that our sadness and disappointment and unfulfilled longings are meant to remind us that this fallen life is a vapor and is quickly passing, and to cause our hearts to cry “Come quickly, Lord Jesus!”
(I think it’s important to note here that I know the privilege of mothering a child through adoption would certainly ease the ache that infertility left in my heart. But I don’t think it’s as simple as thinking that once you are the mother of an adopted child, you forget all the longings to conceive a child. Adopted children are not consolation prizes when God doesn’t allow you to conceive. My heart desires that the Lord will create our family through both pregnancy and adoption. Being pregnant now hasn’t made me stop thinking about adoption for the future, and I don’t think adopting a child would have made me forget my sorrow over infertility. Call me spoiled, but I want to be a mother to both, and I don’t think it’s accurate to think that God answering half of my prayer for children would have made me stop praying the other half. Please know that I’m not in any way saying that the love a mother has for the child she births is any greater than her love for the child she adopts. End rabbit trail…)
I was quite proud of the emotional progress I had made in a year. No more sobbing in my pillow. No more obsessive testing days before it would even be possible to get a positive pregnancy test. No more vivid dreams about finally seeing two lines appear. So when the doctor laid out a plan that involved more intense fertility treatments in NYC, it didn’t take long for Josh and I to realize that wasn’t the path the Lord intended for us. I told Josh that I didn’t want to pursue any more fertility treatments once we were in NY. In my mind, when we closed the door in Birmingham, we would be closing the door of all things fertility-related as well. We had a lot waiting for us in New York, and fertility concerns were something I intended to leave in Birmingham. We had given it six months; we would always know we tried; and, still lacking any medical explanation, we knew it was still technically a possibility that could surprise us at any time. In the meantime, we were moving in a few weeks and would begin the foster care process ASAP.
We finished our “last” month on Clomid, and I returned for one final visit to the fertility doctor the week after Thanksgiving…
Saturday, February 11, 2012
A Really Honest Blog Post
Many thanks to everyone who has congratulated and wished us well on our “great expectation.” We are thrilled, and also a little apprehensive about raising a child in this city. Your prayers are much appreciated!
I’m almost through the first trimester, and, to be honest, it has been a challenging couple of months. Sheer exhaustion has led me to set a daily goal to “Accomplish one thing.” Some days the one thing is making dinner or cleaning the bathroom, but some days the only thing I accomplish is not throwing up. Thankfully, the symptoms have definitely lessened over the last week, and we’re praying that trend continues as I bid the first trimester goodbye and welcome the second trimester with an enthusiastic hug!
I mentioned in this post that I was on a bit of an emotional roller coaster with some non-NYC issues in my life. Most of our close friends are aware that Josh and I longed for this pregnancy for more than a year before the Lord saw fit to grant it to us. I recently posted this picture and caption on Facebook:
The truth is: I secretly purchased that little Yankees hat on one of our first trips to the city. We had just started trying to conceive, and I thought it would be the perfect gift to give Josh when I told him we were pregnant. I had no idea how long it would sit in the back of my closet before it ever got to see the light of day again.
Our struggle with infertility wasn’t much of a surprise. After all, my crazy body has left more than one doctor scratching his head, completely dumbfounded by one bizarre symptom or another. But not being surprised by infertility doesn’t take away the intense hurt and disappointment. There were some dark days in those first few months as I came to the reality that this wasn’t going to “just happen.”
But those were also some really enlightening days. I learned the painful truth about the idolatry of my heart and my childish sense of entitlement. I also developed a better understanding of how my Father loves me because of the way Josh loved me during that time. Without fail (and he would say “only by the grace of God”), Josh always knew exactly how I needed him to respond during my moments of grief. There were plenty of times that all I wanted to do was curl up in our bed and sob. Sometimes, especially initially, Josh would curl up with me and pray aloud for me or quote Scripture over me. Other times, he would lovingly tell me that I would be getting up now. This pity party was over. But every time, whatever his response, it was exactly what I needed. I’m so grateful for a husband who loves me as Christ loves His Church!
By May 2011 Josh and I were in agreement that it was time to start seeking some medical help to conceive a child. My OBGYN had been asking for months if I’d like a prescription for Clomid, so a quick phone call and trip to the pharmacy later, I had my first round of fertility drugs in hand. I finished my teaching contract at the end of that month and started taking Clomid the following week.
That month did not result in a pregnancy, and I was knocked back to Square One emotionally. I really had high hopes that Clomid was the answer for us, one month was all it would take, and Voila!, we’d be pregnant. That didn’t happen; I was devastated, which forced me to ask myself whether I was trusting in the Lord or a fertility drug to give me the child I wanted.
We completed two more months on Clomid before deciding we needed more in depth answers than what we were getting from my OBGYN. We began seeing a fertility specialist in early September. We underwent extensive testing, only to have every test come back completely normal. The fertility doctor agreed that Clomid was the best option for us at this point, so we continued with it for two more months. During an appointment with the doctor at the end of October, we talked about our options for the future. He explained that the treatment protocol for Clomid is for the duration of 6 months. Ninety percent of women who ever get pregnant on Clomid do so within 6 months, so the general thought is that after 6 months it’s time to move on to something else, namely in vitro or higher dosage injectable drugs. He laid out the plan: take one more month of Clomid to complete the 6 months, move to NY and transfer to an associate of his in the city, possibly some laparoscopic surgery, begin higher dosage drugs.
Josh and I discussed it that evening and decided that the plan the doctor had detailed was not the plan for us. Instead we formulated a plan of our own…
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
NYC Newsletter #9
Greetings from NYC, where it was a balmy 63 degrees today! We have had an exciting first month here in NYC and wanted to try to share a few of the things that God has been doing over our short time here:
We continue to feel more and more in need of God's grace each and every day. And yet, we are confident that our God is All-Powerful, and All-Wise, and All-Good. Here are some ways that you can pray for us this month:
The Church at Brook Hills Attn: Jean Adams 3145 Brook Highland Parkway Birmingham, AL 35242 Please make checks payable to The Church at Brook Hillsand designate your gifts by writing “Northeast Church Plant” in the memo line. If you would like to see our prospective budget, please contact us. Thank you for taking the time to read this e-mail. We cannot express to you how valuable your prayers are to us. Blessings in Christ, josh and traci "Now to him who is able to do far more abundantly than all that we ask or think, according to the power at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, now and forever. Amen" (Eph. 3:20-21) |
Friday, January 6, 2012
Progress
As Josh mentioned in the latest newsletter, a few long-time friends came to visit last week. They worked their tails off, and I'm still amazed at all they were able to accomplish.
I'm planning to share more details of some of their projects in future posts. But I wanted to give you a quick photo update of the progress.
Bedroom before:
Bedroom after:
Living Room before:
Living Room after:
Somehow, I can't find a before of the bathroom, but you can see it in this video.
Bathroom after:
I'm waiting for my kitchen island to arrive next week, so I'll post kitchen pictures then. And there aren't any pictures of Josh's office because, well, that's where we've been tossing everything that doesn't have a home yet.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
NYC Newsletter #8
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Monday, January 2, 2012
Moving Day: Before and After
Thank you all who have checked in on us over the past few weeks. We are doing well and loving life in NYC!
We are happy to say that our apartment has come a long way in the last two weeks, especially the last four days. (More about that soon!) But we thought it would be fun to show you the transformation that took place on moving day. Enjoy!
Before the truck arrived:
After the truck left:
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