"I want to remember His powerful acts, and our son is a living, breathing, beautiful reminder of them. God knows that my heart is prone to wander, bent towards forgetting how He acted and sliding my own self-sufficiency into places reserved for God alone. He gave me a tangible reminder. This is one of my favorite things about adoption; I can't say I did anything to become our boy's mama."
In the Old Testament, after a significant event in which God's hand (and sometimes his voice) was evident, we see people erecting a memorial stone to mark the spot. Over the years, I've had friends who did something similar; perhaps they marked the birth of a new baby or an unexpected miscarriage with a piece... Continue Reading →
"I never told you why I had to leave the room. But I HAD to leave. The weight of your decision moved me more deeply than anything I’ve experienced. I wasn’t sure I could keep my composure."
Anyone who has known me for any length of time knows one thing: I love my sleep. I went roughly 40 years without feeling the pinch of a sleepless night (I loved my sleep from day one!). But the few times I had one, like most people, I turned up cranky and dragging the next... Continue Reading →
It is April in Georgia, but it feels suspiciously like autumn in the Midwest. The grey, wet clouds have given way to droplets sliding down the floor-to-ceiling windows that surround our dining room. With breakfast spread on the table, our newborn son sleeping at the other end of the house, I note the weather: high... Continue Reading →
A few months ago, I was thrilled to be added to the launch team for Trillia Newbell’s new study on Romans 8, If God is for Us. And yes—the entire study covers only Romans 8. I’ve received this question more than once! For me, personally, this study was a beautiful reminder that God’s love is... Continue Reading →
Throughout this entire stormy life-season, my heart's desire has been that this trial wouldn't be wasted. By that, I meant that I wanted to suffer well and for people to see God and His faithfulness in the midst of it. I am so thankful that He has already given me two opportunities to peripherally enter... Continue Reading →
I think about him every day, the boy we called our son for a mere week. Without effort, I can recall his sweet coos, the color and smell of his skin, the sound of his cry. (Thankfully that memory no longer wakes me in the night.) Every day, my mind drifts to his long, scrawny... Continue Reading →
I want to let you in on a secret. Some words don’t mean what you think they do. Case in point: I love efficiency, especially in systems, regardless of the context. My classroom was a well-oiled machine by week two, because streamlining processes and procedures allowed it to be. (I had exemplary students, including many... Continue Reading →