fruit for the sowing (a poem)

So many voices each offering advice: What they think is right, wise, perhaps holy. The heart hitches on some and lets others wisp by, all the while praying for something solid. Something sure and trustworthy a route, though it leave callouses on my heart, that will bear fruit for the sowing. Because his eager mind... Continue Reading →

the hardest thing we’ve ever done

"After a long goodbye at the agency, we kissed his sweet cheeks one final time, and drove home. In all our life, this remains the hardest thing we’ve ever done. We loved him in a way that we didn’t even know existed. In our hearts, he will always be our son." #AlwaysAnchored #adoption #adoptionloss

waiting well

"God’s best gifts to us make us look to Jesus—and make us look more like Him—after we receive them." #AlwaysAnchored #adoption

musings of a new mama

"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."

the sweetest gift

"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."

missing micah

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 →

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