I keep coming back to this place. A dread. I do not want to write this piece. And also I need to. Undoubtedly there will be fallout. Though I pray for Restoration – I welcome peace. I have such fond memories of my childhood. If I really think back, I cannot remember but a handful… Continue reading Grieving the Living
If you are offended by the “F” word then buckle-up buttercup…I am going to be using that word, that scary word, that one hurts, that causes all kids of emotions to well up, LOTS. You see, I am FAT. FAT, FAT, FAT. F-A-T, FAT. I can almost hear some of the reactions as I write… Continue reading Fat Is What I Am, Not Who I Am
And then we were 7, again. Life with 6 children has been an adventure. Our home is always loud. There is rarely time for rest. From the time the sun comes up until the time it goes down there is always something that needs taking care of or a Little that needs tending too. My… Continue reading Our Adoption Story Part 6 – the Final Chapter
Beauty from Ashes There was a time in my life that I never really understood what grief felt like. Deep grief. The kind that resides with you. The kind that you believe has finally left you but something, a smell, a song, a picture causes it to well up and it takes your breath… Continue reading Our Adoption Story – Part 5
Prophesy… If you have read our story from the beginning (you can find that here) you know that we had the incredible fortune to have made the decision to foster-adopt, completely unknown and at the same time, as some of our dearest friends. I like to think that was a “God-thang”. Lisa and Bobby Johnson… Continue reading Our Adoption Story – Part 4
Brothers… If you ever end up adopting out of foster care, the chances are very real that one day you will receive “the call”. The call that changes it all. The call that causes you to question what is the “right” thing to do and for whom. The caller on the other line was our… Continue reading Our Adoption Story – Part 3
Our Family was Complete… Jaycob Israel Mays. Our boy has a personality so large – he warrants his own paragraph. We never expected a baby. In fact, our plans were that we were going to adopt a little boy close in age to our only boy at the time, Michael. He was 8. Beginning with… Continue reading Our Adoption Story – Part 2
