Adoption: It Isn’t Easy but It is Worth It

One glorious day, something insane happened and I got a smack to the face. A beautiful little baby, totally opposite of everything I knew, was handed to me. As an infant she fought me. She didn’t like to be snuggled, she wanted to be put down. She never looked me in the eyes, she was in her own world. She didn’t walk when I thought she should. She didn’t say momma or daddy until way past the time frame considered to be “normal”. . . . .

Words are Seeds

For two years, my husband and I have been intentionally sowing seeds of affirmation in our girls. One of our adopted little girls had so much hurt even as a baby she wouldn’t look at herself in the mirror without crying. It was heartbreaking and something we absolutely refused to receive as ours, so we…

Celebrating Recovery: My Dad’s Story

Did you know, this month is National Recovery Month? With his permission to share, here is a part of my dad’s story. At 11 years old, my dad went to a party full of adults. At that party a woman made the choice to stick a needle full of heroin in his arm. He worked…

The Mind, The Battlefield

I had a dream last night that I feel impressed to share. In my dream I was walking around the city. With each store I passed, my mind was being invaded with thoughts. Thoughts of hopelessness, disappointment, anxiety, insecurity, there wasn’t anything off limits. My mind was filled with thoughts of death, thoughts of affair,…

Mom, I am so glad you adopted me

Earlier this year, my son said “Mom, I am so glad you adopted me. We all fit together so perfectly. ” My biological son, Judah has no idea that he isn’t adopted. In his mind, adoption means you were added to our family and that addition can happen through delivery or the front door. In…

They Hear God

Early in March, we visited grandma. After spending the day and saying a 10 minute emotional goodbye, we finally got the kids in the car. One child was having an exceptionally hard night and acting in an unusual way. We decided to take a few minutes and everyone in the car had to say one…

The Power of a Sandwich Picture

I snapped a photo of my adopted daughter recently and something new hit me. You see the way she is holding that sandwich? That’s how I hold a sandwich. Adoption is a funny thing. For me, identifying similarities is a blast. I love to watch my birth daughter and see my mother in law or…

You are NOT Alone

Clothes piled up, toys everywhere, and little people running in and out of the photo. I know life is really never “perfect”, but something about this season for our family makes me see “perfect” differently. I have had the privilege of speaking to several foster moms who are ready to throw in the towel and…

A D O P T I O N

“Mom, I am so glad you adopted me. We all fit together so perfectly. ” My biological son has no idea that he isn’t adopted. In his mind adoption means you were added to our family and that addition can happen through delivery or the front door. In a culture where words like biological and…

Black History Celebration: Beauty in Our Differences

I, without thinking grabbed a dark brown crayon and started coloring the girl's skin. Without skipping a beat, the little boy asked me why I would use that ugly brown color because my real skin was so nice and white. I didn't know if I wanted to cry or hug him more in that moment.

New York Abortion Law: Where I Find Myself

I will wage war for life, but I cannot justify trampling the wounded on the way to the battle. I must keep my heart at a place that I will stand for truth, but also be willing to run across the street for the broken carrying the weight of her choice. When I forget how to do both, then I fall into dangerous territory myself.

Lessons From My Daughter’s Experience With Bullying

Three little girls were sitting on the bottom bleacher watching the basketball game. As we walked by, one girl stuck out her foot and tried to trip my daughter. She then stuck out her tongue and told my daughter that her hair was ugly.....

God Doesn’t Love Us Equally.

I believe God does not love us equally, He loves us uniquely. I didn’t understand this until my third child. For a parent, love is not divided. Love multiplies. Each of my children awaken my motherly love in a different and unique way. My children couldn’t be any more different and the incredible thing is…

Mommas, what are you stirring up in your home?

As a wife and a mother I spend a lot of the time making sure everyone is taken care of and things are accomplished. I am in the daily details, but if at the end of the day the things I am reflecting are ugly and poisoned I am doing no-one any good by having a clean house and folded laundry.

10 Things You Need to Know About Adoption and Foster Care.

From parental termination to the celebration of adoption you will cry, laugh, hurt, and cry some more. It will crush your heart to see the pain of a mother walking away while simultaneously planting love as you step in. Don’t allow yourself to judge anyone or any situation. You don’t know as much as you think. If you aren’t sure what to do, do the thing that scares you the most. Hope is a vital part of this process.