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Words are powerful.  They can build up and tear down. God often calls us Beloved.  When I read I am God’s beloved, with that one word, I am amazed and humbled. → ...

Yankee Doodle went to town Riding on her pony Stuck a feather in her cap And called it macaroni!   Ok, so why would anyone call a feather..macaroni?  This children’s rhyme has been going through my head all morning.  Today I’m convinced Yankee Doodle must have been a mother who had spent SO much time with her children she HAD to go to town BY HERSELF and do something silly.  Like put a feather in her cap and call it macaroni!  ...

Give your entire attention to what God is doing right now, and don’t get worked up about what may or may not happen tomorrow.  God will help you deal with whatever hard things come up when the time comes.  Matthew 6:35 MSG → ...

Sometimes on this journey of adoption you come to a place where you realize that you have a choice to make.  → ...

I just came off a week anniversary trip to the mountains of Montana with just my husband and Jesus 🙂 No kiddos, no house project distractions, no ministry, just time to sit in the Word, run in God’s creation and laugh with the teammate God has given me for life (Brian). It was incredible! What struck me most in my reflection time over those 7 days was the beauty of the simultaneous simplicity and complexity of the Gospel! Let me unpack...

Like most parents adopting from DRC, our journey has been (and continues to be) a FIGHT to bring our children home. Over the past year, we have advocated, lobbied, asserted, challenged, called up, charged, confronted, pressed, and prayed and prayed and prayed for our boys. → ...

This past week, our youngest son Josiah developed a viral fever.  He could not go to daycare but wasn’t really very sick, t hank goodness.  He stuck close to home with me, or his grandma, or his older brothers so that I could get my work done.   → ...

Two weeks ago I left on a three-day retreat to visit some prayer warrior/social justice/Jesus-loving friends.  I was a bit disheartened by the reality of adoption.  I prefer to live in the ideal world.  Ask anyone and they will tell you.  I was tired and defeated and worn down…..and God’s timing was a gift, to have had this visit with friends planned. → ...