People warned me about foster care. They told me the horror stories, they told me not to fall in love with the baby.
They were right.
The world of foster care is a rough place, and I wouldn’t try to convince you otherwise.
I get it.
If you don’t like to bring extra pain into your life, you probably shouldn’t fall in love with the baby. Because it hurts when they go away again. It feels like your heart just broke into a million pieces.
But the babies are out there. And they need loving. Whole families are out there. The world is crushed by our fierce protection of ourselves, our freedom, and our hearts. The world craves our love.
This summer I had the opportunity to fall madly in love with the baby. If we do it for Jesus, it turns out that He will be there to pick up the pieces of our broken hearts when the baby goes back.
So I say go all in.
Love the baby. Love the children. We won’t regret it in the end. If it pleased God to create these precious little ones, the least we can do is love and serve them. We can fiercely protect them or our hearts. It appears that we can’t do both.
Our nation is in pain. The racial tensions are running high. We don’t know exactly what to do. I am hearing a lot of questions and not many good answers.
I wanted to share a book with you that was helpful to me.
It answered a lot of my questions and gave clarity. I was needing clarity, and I needed to be quiet and listen. Reading this book could be one way to listen.
*This book is available on Audible, Kindle and paperback
These thoughts were brewing last week, but it felt a little premature to be writing. As things continue to unfold and there is reason to be in deep concern for people around the world, these thoughts seem more acceptable.
It occurred to me that our unbelieving friends are watching. Continue reading
This has been a wonderful year of reading for me. I’ve come across some really great books, and I’m glad to share them with you here.
As you know, I read several books on a loop, my Bible, a marriage book that will remain nameless, Charlotte Mason’s volumes, and The Cloud of Witness. Those don’t fit into my list, because I’m always reading them.
Okay, here we go…
So, for those of you who don’t know, it’s Refugee Awareness Month.
Happy Refugee Awareness Month.
I try to stay off the internet. Lately I’ve spent a bit of time catching myself up to speed, and I am usually stunned at what I see. I find myself having ongoing conversations in my head over it. Continue reading
Another year went by.
It was busy.
I read some books.
I thought about reading a lot more than I actually read. But still, it’s fun to look back at what I read. (I know, if you’re not a big reader, it’s just so nerdy. I get it.)
I see that while I am late for an “end of the year book recap”, I have beat last year by not waiting for April. So really, I am ahead of the game. Continue reading
Three years ago today, the children who would become our own came into our home. We all feel profoundly thankful that God decided to put all of us together. Continue reading
People often ask me “so, what have you been up to?” and while I know it’s just a basic awkward conversation starter, it does get me thinking:
“Good grief, what HAVE I been up to?”
My answer: “Well, that’s a little difficult to explain.” or “Oh, nothing, what about you?”
I mean, you don’t want to freak people out or anything. Continue reading
When we began our training for adoption, there was one question I felt I had to have answered: How would adoption affect our children? What could I prepare for? What had others experienced? I asked everyone. Leaders of our foster training, parents, experts. Continue reading
Unbelievably, it’s been a year since we had our “visit the judge day”. Normal families call it Adoption Day. I guess we’re not normal. A year ago, we had told the kids we were going to visit the Judge so that the four little ones would officially be part of our family. “Visit the Judge Day” stuck. Continue reading