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Last week our oldest son, Paul turned thirty. He lives about six hours away and drove up for the weekend to celebrate. We were twenty-one and twenty-two when Paul was born. We were both college students living on love and not much else. I had a quick vision of us sitting in our little kitchen with Paul in the high chair that still sits in the corner of the kitchen.   Our youngest two are seven and ten. They were born in...

The following came from Adoptive Families magazine, May/June 1992.  It was part of our teaching packet for our ongoing adoption.  I think its worth sharing. Positive Language vs. Negative Language: Birthparent vs. Real parent Biological parent vs. Natural parent Birth child vs. Own child My child vs. Adopted child; own child Born to unmarried parents vs. illegitimate Terminate parental rights vs. give up Make an adoption plan vs. give away To parent vs. to keep Waiting child vs. adoptable child; available child Biological or birth father vs. real father Making contact with...

Our daughter turned four in October.  She has been in our family since a tender one day old and we have been blessed to have been present for almost her entire life outside of the womb.  She amazes us often with her wisdom and also with the funny comments she shares with our family.  I had been thinking recently that I wanted to speak about trans-racial adoption in my next blog post.  I had been asking God about what I...

So the Lord has shown me something lately.   My family as of recently has experienced a lot of changes–husband’s change of career, new city, new school for our kids, new house, re-kindling friendships with old friends…a lot of transition. Five moves in my twins’ three short years of life has left room for some growing pains–an ache of the temporary and a longing for permanence, for stability, for security.   Much of my prayers recently since we have become somewhat more “settled” have...

Yesterday I spent some time away with the Lord.  I needed to slow down, be still, and connect with Him in a really big way.  I carved out half a day to do so and gathered my bible, my journal, my ink pen and some mints.  I went to the local house of prayer and just listened to music, rested and then organized my thoughts.  I had some things I wanted God to help me sort out.  Were we still...

My husband asked me on my 30th birthday last week, “what season of life has been the best?” It is always hard for me to answer questions that have the word ‘favorite’ in them.      As I reflected it seemed that I kept repeating the same phrase, “if I had known how good I had it”. It seemed that in looking back over my life each of the seasons had some very special things about them. If I would have understood during...

For years we have been praying for our families to become Christians… It’s heartbreaking when you know the truth, and your loved ones do not.  The thought of even one of them spending an eternity in hell is more than one can truly fathom…. yet, why is it easier for me to share the Good News of Jesus Christ with a complete stranger, than with my beloved family?  One thing the devil tries to do to dissuade me is to...

Even though everything in my life changes, from my mind to the unforeseen circumstances, God is always the same! (Psalm 102:26-27) → ...

Stars seem to fascinate my 2 1/2 year old son Hudson. He has glow in the dark stars on his bedroom ceiling. He likes to sing about stars, talk about the moon and stars, and point out stars in all the books we read. His little sister is right there with him in her interest in stars. Hadassah, now almost 1 1/2, sings twittle twittle little star daily. She likes to turn the lights off in her room...

Crazy thing, that fear. Irrational even.  Actually, quite often irrational.   Fear isn’t always a bad thing.  It tells us when there’s danger.  It starts our bodies on a response journey that enables us to fight or flee if necessary.   I’m not talking about that someone chasing you in the middle of the woods kind of fear.   I’m facing a irrational fear right now.   I have a fear of not being able to breathe…. …in water.   I’m not afraid of water.  I can swim.  I just prefer...