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And in adoption news…

Hallaluiapalooza to our dear friends, Craig and Linda Dinsmore, who’s adopted son was born this morning in the Big Apple.

Linda was already on the East Coast, but Craig was in KC.  In his excitement, he booked a PM flight thinking he’d booked an AM flight!  Finding himself at MCI 12 hours early, Delta had pity on a new dad and put him on the next flight.

If you don’t know the Dinsmores, baby makes ten, including mom and dad.

Stick that in your American Dream Pipe and toke it.

Also, shout outs to Project 1.27, seeking to eliminate the list of children waiting to be adopted in Colorado by 2014.  I am a frequent critic of lofty missions statements, but here’s the deal…they’re on pace to do it!  By challenging churches and individuals to get involved, they have put a significant dent on the Colorado list of hard to place children – siblings, minorities, and kids ages 8-15.

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Literally hundreds of families have stepped forward and – walked through the process with Project 1.27 – found their families and hearts larger for it.    What a great example of the church doing what is rightfully it’s job to do.

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Babyology 101

randypiperHere we are again.  Seems like we’ve been here a lot lately.  It’s that oddball spot when you bring a new baby into the house and you learn things, or rather, you relearn things…lessons you thought you’d never forget the first, or third, or sixth time you learned them.

Things like ‘babies are expensive (and it’s not all upfront costs – the maintenance is astounding)’, and things like ‘newborn diapers don’t fit newborns if the newborn’s got no bum’ and how to live on little to no sleep.

The first few weeks with a new baby are like that.  Education.  Reeducation.  Rereeducation. Etc.

The process isn’t just for mom and dad either.

Neighbors learn that the yard’s going to look a little rough for a while.

Friends and business associates learn that our email turn around is going to slow down to a reasonable pace.

Other kids learn once again that, in spite of what we all feel some times, we are not the center of gravity in this familial centrifuge.   We’re a part of the orbit, but we’re not the place that which the universe revolves around.  Sometimes we give and take.  And some times we give and give, because we took and took and now it’s their turn.

Five pounds and three ounces of Piper Eden Key Bohlender, we love you much.

We love how you wreck our life, putting an exclamation point where we were putting semicolons, or worse yet, were going to place a period.  You demolish our comfort zone.  People pay big bucks for this kind of exhaustion.  We are forever in your debt.

Late Evening Guests

Today was our second full day in the hospital; we’ll be leaving mid-day tomorrow.  Piper is doing well so all systems are go to integrate her into the tribe, and the tribe can’t wait.

UberHelper Katrina, one half of the Fabulous Styles Girls, brought us fondue for our anniversary celebration.  She also brought Jackson along with her so we could see him.  We miss all our kids a ton.  They hung out as we laughed and dipped anything that didn’t move in a vat of melted chocolate.  Good times.

16215046-1Shortly after they left, Lou and Therese Engle walked in.  Lou had come straight from the airport but they wanted to see Piper.  Working with the Engles the past 4+ years has been a joy to our hearts, and to see them come in and scoop up Piper was especially dear to us.

One of the reasons the Engles are so dear to me is that they fully understand how wonderful my wife is.  Tonight, on our 20th anniversary, it was great to be with people who appreciated her unique gifts, her prophetic history, and her calling in God…and are willing to go the extra mile to see that she achieves all that God has for her.  I will run across glass barefoot for people whose hearts are in tune with hers, and Lou and Therese see Kelsey as accurately as anyone I know.

It gave me great joy to have them here with us, holding Piper and thanking God for His goodness.   Happy anniversary, Kelsey.  I’ve never felt richer in regards to that which truly matters.

Dawn over Overland Park

I’m in our hospital room, perched on a couch and looking out our third story view across Overland Park.   This part of town was definitely meant to be viewed from ground level, where it’s all glass, brick and wood, mission style architecture.   From 36 feet up, it’s all rooftop a/c units and power lines.  It’s funny what perspective does.

I’ve got jazz playing in my earbuds and am drinking a cup of hospital coffee.  I’d like to say I’m enjoying a cup of hospital coffee, but that would take it to a level I’m not ready to commit to.   I slept fairly well on this torture chamber of a couch, probably better than Kelsey did in her bed.

Little Piper is having a bit of a tough time keeping her blood sugar and her temperature up where it belongs.  As the nurses say, “She’s just so little!”.  She’s been in the NICU unit for an hour or so under the warmer, where her temp has improved.  She wasn’t that interested in eating (she looks like us, so we know she’s a Bohlender, but this makes us wonder….), but we’re going to take another run at it at 6:30.   Please pray this goes well.

Yesterday afternoon/evening we had  a nice, steady trickle of visitors, which we loved.

IMG_7503My mom, Katrina, Christina and Jill brought our kids over….shortly after the birth we had all seven kids and four helpers in the room.  It actually went very well – the twins are a little oblivious to what this all means, but Zoe was very, very welcoming of Piper, reminding us several times “She’s not a dolly.  She’s Piper.  She’s real.”   I’m going to write that on a post-it.  Note to self:  She’s not a dolly.  She’s real.  The boys were smitten with her, as they are with all their sisters.

Annie Peterson brought a menagerie of food that was a sort of ‘best of’ meal, like what you’d eat if you had time to go from place to place and get the best stuff. It must have taken her 5x as long as it took us to eat it – thank you, Annie!

We’ll be here until tomorrow, then it’s back to whatever normal is for us.  We’re looking forward to it, although right now, the jazz in the earbuds and the dawn over Overland Park make for a nice little morning too.

If only I could address the coffee deficiency.

Welcome Piper

Thanks to all who prayed, called, texted, facebooked, tweeted and gave us a shout out!   Piper arrived to much fanfair, happy brothers and sisters, and a joyous mom and dad.  All are doing fantastic.

5lb, 3oz, 18 inches long, head full of black hair and designer cleft chin.

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The Morning Report

Good morning, everyone…

We checked to the hospital yesterday evening, where they started the initial meds to induce labor.    Thanks to everyone who was following the twitterstorm, especially the person who, upon my panicky report that the coffee machine was broken, arranged to have a nurse deliver a cup from the Super Secret Staff Coffee Stash.

The nurses are very pleased with Piper’s heartbeat…although I’ll admit that in the middle of the night I woke up thinking the woosh, whoosh of her heart monitor was a coffee pot percolating, which didn’t sound bad either.   Made me wanna get up and dance.  (shout outs to my Slopie, Adam)

The night went well, with mild contractions starting.    Everything looks good…the doctor just wrote the order to get the Potosin started.   Believe it or not, I took this photo of Miss Kelsey this morning…has anyone ever looked so good in this situation?

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Blogging will probably  be sparse until after Piper arrives, but we will be updating Twitter (and thereby facebook) so feel free to follow along.   Hopefully this baby will be here before our 20th anniversary on 7/7. :-)

The Plan

Just FYI, the plan is to go into the hospital this evening to begin inducing labor – most likely nothing happening until Monday.  I’m unsure about wifi in the room (not hopeful) so, like the twins were, this one will have to be twittered.  Follow the adventure here or in the sidebar.

Also, taking suggestions on a theme for the twitterstream.  Already rejected “Michael Jackson Titles”, although “Wanna Be Startin’ Something” was the obvious choice for the moment the Pottosin hits the IV.

summer days…

I’m not sure how it got to be the end of June.  I understand the earth’s rotation and it’s relationship to the sun and all that, but it still seems like it came awfully quick.   Given Kels’ condition – the last few weeks of pregnancy – she may not see this the same way I do.

We had her final doctor’s appointment yesterday – it was so much fun to see the ultrasound of little Piper, who we shall know so much better (and see so much clearer) in the next few days.  If she has not gone into labor by Sunday evening, we’ll check in to the hospital and they’ll begin to induce.

Last night was spent sitting out in front of The Compound with the twins in their bouncies and Zoe running back and forth, working up her courage to actually step into the sprinkler (which she eventually did, after much coaxing).    After the heat wave we’ve had for the last week – some of which we endured without air condition, as our unit’s control board fritzed out – it felt good to sit outside without the oppressive heat.

1246317266639Zion spent the day as he spends many summer days, goofing with his buddy Samuel Judah Engle.  These two have been cohorts for four years and are more fun to watch than a box of puppies.  They have fortified The Compound against attack by building forts and often sit guard on the lions out front, sporting airsoft pistols in one hand and popsicles in the other.    They are shown here displaying their fabricated pre-teen angst.

The older boys, Jackson and Grayson, are busy with ATC.    Jackson is working the camp, bouncing between office duties and the media team.  A phone call last night with him was interrupted with “Hey Dad, gotta call you back…they’re getting ready to show my video….”   Cue Harry Chapin’s ‘Cat’s in the Cradle….’.   :)

Grayson is a camper for the first year and loving it.  He’s a day camper, meaning he gets the privileges of sleeping in his own bed, but he’s gone from 8am until often nearly 11pm.  He comes home tired and happy.   He’s meeting a lot of new friends, enjoying a little freedom, and digging in with God too.

Picture 3Yesterday around 5:30pm his grandmother got a phone call saying “Grayson is on the microphone in the prayer room….”.   We pulled up the webcast and sure enough, there he was….12 years old, leading a prayer meeting that has been going on since he was 2, praying for the youth of America according to Jeremiah 1:7.   He prayed with an authority that made it hard to believe that this was the kid who forgets to pick up the legos.

Go God and go Grayson.

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Long Term Vision

People like visionary leaders.  We don’t need government funded studies to prove it.  Given the choice between two coaches, one declaring “We’ll crush the other team!’ while the other says “We’ll do our best and see how it turns out…”, who do you want to play for?  There is, however, something I’ll call blind vision, and I think it’s often the substitute for hearing from God.

I’ve been rolling this thought around in my head after seeing a lot of young leaders write about how to deal with critics.   The common denominator in most of their advice is this – ‘You’re the leader.  Your critics are doing nothing.  Dismiss them.  If they could do what you’re doing, they wouldn’t be a critic.’   Admittedly, this is sometimes true, but it’s also too easy of an answer that has lead more than one leader down a path of narcissism to abusing his powers, believing that he’s the man God put here and all others can stick a sock in it.

True visionaries are not blind to criticism or circumstances, but rather they see long term potential, calculate the cost of getting there, and pay the price.

I’m thinking of Jeremiah, who told King Zedekiah that his overthrow at the hand of King Nebuchadnezzer was immanent.  Zedekiah was King of Judah, a kingdom who had been under seige to Nebuchadnezzer’s Babylonian army for months.  Zedekiah was not impressed with Jeremiah.  In fact, he was so irked with him, he had imprisoned him in a courtyard, sort of a prophet’s house arrest.  It kept Jeremiah’s prophesy from spreading too far beyond palace walls, but it still haunted Zedekiah so much that he could quote the prophecy back to Jeremiah (32:3-5).

The King of Judah, a man of blind vision, could not allow himself to imagine that the prophet was right.  The potential was too costly…the what-if’s were too awful.   If they were to be overthrown by the Babylonians, what did that mean for their nation?  Was it the death of his own dream of a strong Judah?

Jeremiah, on the other hand, completely believed the word of the Lord, and yet showed tremendous proactive vision of his own.  In the verses that follow his criticism and warning to Zedekiah, he is directed by the Lord to buy land.  Knowing that they’re going into exile – that most of the population of Judah will be shipped to camps in Babylon – he does the unthinkable.  He purchases real estate, believing ‘this is what the Lord Almighty, the God of Israel, says: “Houses, fields and vineyards will again be bought in this land.”

God told Jeremiah to buy into the land of Judah because even though trouble was coming, He wasn’t done with that land.  They would return and posses it once again – and when they did, that which had been purchased or bought into early would be of great value.

People of great vision don’t ignore criticism or coming trouble.  They endure it, consider God’s hand in the middle of it, and buy in for the long haul.

It’s said that just prior to Hannibal’s occupation of Rome in the year 487, his armies were were encamped on a hillside on the outskirts of town.   The people of Rome knew that their invasion and overthrow were at hand.  There was no real sense that Hannibal’s military force could be slowed down, much less turned back…yet at that very time, the hillside the army was camped on was purchased for it’s normal value, sold from one Roman citizen to another.

Were these people delusional?  No, they were visionaries.  They knew what they invested in today would be of great value years down the road.  That’s the sort of vision I want.  Not one that ignores trials, but one that endures them, having bought into that which will be priceless on the other side.