My hands are clammy. My heart is racing. I want to take “flight” in this moment. I don’t like this feeling. My anger lingering; my joy dissipating. His too. We’ve been here before. This tug of war. This battle. He’s got one end of the rope. I’ve got the other. Control and Fear at war… Continue reading Tug of War
Another day, another appointment. This is the reality for children in Foster Care. Whether it’s a child’s first day in foster care in a new placement or his or her’s 586th day in care- the appointments are a part of the process. Guardian at Litem appointment. Therapy. Doctor’s Appointment. Children’s Family Team Meeting. Home visits.… Continue reading Foster Care: The Reality of Appointments for Children
Every month I look at Children’s Home Society or Adoptuskids.org to look at the children waiting for forever families. My heart breaks for them. My heart longs to help each and every one of them. The reality is that these children are waiting. This is a waiting some of us will never understand. Some have… Continue reading One less Child. It Matters.
I found myself writing a card to a friend who is starting the foster care/ adoption process this morning and as I wrote a sweet peace fell over me. This verse has been my go to, “The Lord guards the inexperienced; I was helpless, and he saved me.” I remember reading this verse and feeling… Continue reading To the Inexperienced:
Seen. This was my word. I stamped it on a rustic, feathered necklace with crooked letters and now wear it pridefully around my neck. I was at a creative retreat at the time and during the jewelry making worship we were encouraged to stamp a word on a pendent that represented where we were at… Continue reading Seen.
It’s National Adoption Month and you may have noticed all of the adoption related posts going around on social media. Well, today is National Adoption Day! To help raise awareness I wanted to share a letter with you that I recently wrote to our son. It’s very personal but I hope it shows you the heart behind adoption and… Continue reading Dear Josiah,
It was a Thursday evening. The hospital seemed empty and it felt like we were the only ones in the entire building. I can remember squeezing my husband’s hand so tightly as we gazed through the nursery window to see our son for the first time. He had long tan legs, long toes, and brown… Continue reading The Reality of Adoption