"I pray that I will cling so tightly to the Word, that it will root into my heart so deeply, that I speak to our son with words that are true and life-giving. I pray that, many years from now, he will look back over the years and see the steadfast love of the Lord flowing from our hands and mouths." #AlwaysAnchored #ovariancancer #cancersurvivor #motherhood
our answered prayer
"As always, God's way is best." #LettersToOurSon #AlwaysAnchored #adoption
a joyful affliction
This is Part 4 of a four-part series. Click to read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. From the time I trusted in Jesus, about age 24, I had a nagging feeling that I would die at age 40. That’s morbid, I know. I never lived in fear under it, rather in a spirit... Continue Reading →
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
"God’s best gifts to us make us look to Jesus—and make us look more like Him—after we receive them." #AlwaysAnchored #adoption
a delightful surprise (a poem)
"May our hearts always remember how you came to us; to call it a miracle seems insufficient as we watch you grow."
Will He really do it?
"I confessed this to the Lord and jotted a quick prayer to end my journaling: 'Lord, root self-sufficiency out of my heart!' Now, honesty requires me to admit that I don’t think I believed God would actually do it. And if He did, how hard could that be, really?" #AlwaysAnchored
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."