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Adoption is a beautiful but complicated gift from the Lord. Adoption always begins in grief – a grief that must be recognized for wholeness and healing to take place. I hope to equip, encourage, and inspire you as you consider the role adoption may play in your life.
What is your idea of freedom? Of victory? Of broken chains? Do we create our own definitions, outlining them in our own man made version of permanent ink? Or do we see what God is writing in our story and recognize that victory may look different? When I became a Mama to a little one…
I was racing toward the basketball court to catch my son’s game, when out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the t-shirt that summed up my very chaotic morning. “Mommin’ ain’t easy” The grammar is terrible! But, friends, truth isn’t reliant upon grammar! I could almost sense God smiling, winking gently…
I’m so pleased to share with you my dear friend and gifted writer, Valerie Murray from Cord of 6. She is a Mama to 4 beautiful children and is on the go nonstop, so if anyone can relate to your struggles to loving your spouse well during these years, she can! She loves her husband…
This week our post is centered around a heart of gratitude. In them, I sensed our communities’ need for joy. Happiness. Hope. The world is full of turmoil, tragedy, and pain right now. That turmoil inundates our senses because there is little reprieve. Television, radio, and every social media platform give report throughout every second of the day. Do…
The words were sharp. Although I know brothers will disagree and words happen in the heat of the moment. These words followed a thread of similar words I had noticed over time. They were words that pointed to the condition of my child’s heart. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said it.” But the words landed flat…
I distinctly remember the book. Filled with the necessary information to prepare an adoptive family. One section stands out in particular, though. In the quiet of our home, our boys tucked safely in bed, I read aloud pages and pages of scenarios as we discussed our answers. HIV? Family history of depression? Mental illness? Developmental…
