Who am I? This question is probably one of the most common questions that adopted children ask at some point in their lives. The feelings of insecurity can crop up at the most unexpected moments and leave them filled with questions. At nine years old, my oldest child has been asking those questions for years.… Continue reading Who Am I?: Answering the Tough Questions
Have you heard about the mom who saw someone watching her son at Costco? Or how about the mom who swears her daughters were being targeted for sex trafficking at Target? Did it happen in your hometown? Did you know them? Did you click on their posts and share them as fact? I am not… Continue reading God Has Not Given Us a Spirit of Fear
Do you remember my post about Drake? He was one of the orphans in China who was waiting for a forever family. Did you notice I said was?! Finally--finally!--he has been matched with a family, and he will be coming home to them soon! We prayed for him for so long, and it looked as though… Continue reading Myth-Busting Monday: You Are Called to This
"Mom, you were the nicest mom today!" My little boy proclaimed this as he grinned from ear to ear, his wet clothes dripping puddles onto my kitchen floor. What brought about this declaration of love? I had said yes to splashing in the creek behind our home. My three darlings squealed with delight when… Continue reading Make This a Week of Yes
Today was a difficult day. Today, we buried my classmate. But the service for her was so sweet and filled with hope and love that it was hard to not rejoice with her family that she is finally healed and in no more pain. As we sat listening to her pastor preach about this young… Continue reading Your Life is But a Vapor: Make it Count
As I was getting ready to go to bed last night, I read the devastating news that a high school classmate of mine had finally won her five-year battle against cancer and is now walking on streets of gold with our Savior. Her family and friends feel the void deeply, and heaven is just a… Continue reading Today is Saturday: Rest and Remember
Clank. Clank. Clank. The sound of heavy nails dropping into a metal bucket was a somber end to the Good Friday service at our church this evening. Each nail was to represent our sins, and I broke down in tears as I sat in the sanctuary and listened to the cacophony of "sins" being left… Continue reading What is so good about Good Friday?