I snapped a photo of my adopted daughter recently and something new hit me. You see the way […]
Clothes piled up, toys everywhere, and little people running in and out of the photo. I know life […]
Today I celebrate moms. The ones fostering, adopting, birthing.. the ones who have lost, the ones who chose life, the ones who are still waiting. All of us deserve to be celebrated.
“Mom, I am so glad you adopted me. We all fit together so perfectly. ” My biological son […]
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.
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.