The Dutch Rush

They're Dutch and Life's a Rush

Much has been said about the trauma of an adopted child. There are books, blogs, foster training, and conversations with other adoptive parents. It all becomes a little overwhelming after awhile. It affects how you view a child to be constantly thinking about the ways they can (and do) act out because of their fear and pain.  Continue reading

Thankfully, if I ever forget that I have a blog, Facebook reminds me weekly that I haven’t been posting anything. They regularly let me know that I am basically a blogging failure. Facebook is so helpful.

These days I do most of my writing in my head and then I forget it all before I get to a computer. So, no blog posts.  Continue reading

(Note: I found this post lost in my drafts. It was written quite awhile ago. Too good not to share.)

As you know, we now have several small children in our home. Our children are currently ages 1,3,4,6,10,13 & 16. Since I have never had the pleasure of having children spaced so closely together (the largest gap with these new littles is 18 months), this has provided some interesting situations.  Continue reading

This is a special season for followers of Christ. It is a time to ponder what Christ did for us on the cross, as well as a time to consider if we are living absolutely to the best of our ability for Him. I believe that if we profess to be followers of Christ, and yet have little or no desire to live radically, sold out, completely for Him, then something is dramatically lacking in our life of faith.  Continue reading

So…back when it was quiet this morning, here’s a little snapshot of what I read. Good stuff.

Obviously, now it’s not so quiet. Someone is currently very mad about Lego creations falling apart. Another person is fed up with getting ready on Sunday morning. Three people are already at church. All small people are in their first round of church clothes (read: clothes that have not been puked on, spilled on, spit on, or pooped on…yet).   Continue reading

Sunday morning at our house is admittedly a force to be reckoned with. Sometimes I think that either God is showing me His crazy sense of humor, or Satan is…doing what Satan does.

I often wish I could share with you the special things I come across in my morning readings, and this seemed to be as good a morning as any. (Despite being Sunday, and all.)   Continue reading

Calling Mom crazy is one of the great joys in my family’s life. They really get a kick out of it. Michael even taught the baby. She doesn’t say that many words yet, but she does say “Mom’s Crazy!” with great expression. She thinks she’s hilarious.

But despite being crazy, I was able to read several books this year, and here is my list to prove it! (One of my favorite bloggers does this every year, and it always seems like fun, until I sit down to try to remember what I read. Ahem. This is the most complete list I could think of. There may be a straggler or two…)  Continue reading