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“ His master replied, ‘Well done, good and faithful servant! You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share your master’s happiness!" Matthew 25:21 NI V This past Sunday I found myself in a tiny country church in Paris, Kentucky. The congregation numbered less than 50, the ushers taking the offering would most likely fit into the 8 to 12 years old age bracket, and the music wasn't contemporary but could be found if you opened the hymnal in the back of the pew in front of you. Very different from where I normally spend my Sunday morning worship time, but I wouldn't have wanted to spend this particular Sunday anywhere else. The very "modern" (i.e. young and wearing blue jeans and a button down) pastor stood up front and announced that today we would be celebrating the many years of service of one particular member of the congregation. He went on to say that this woman was always dependable, hard working, kept ...

I feel some responsibility to you, dear reader, that upon issuing the challenge in my last post to observe the night watch with me, that I should share how the night went. My husband asked me this very question this afternoon, "How'd it go last night?" Let's be honest people, it was exhausting. I would label myself a night owl over being an early bird any day, but it seems I have counted enough birthdays to not be an all-night owl. So, if you begin every hour of the evening with 15 minutes of prayer, that only leaves 45 minutes to rest before the next call to pray. I stayed completely awake until just past 2:00 a.m. and then short bouts of sleep took control. I tried to journal my prayers in order to keep myself focused, but 4 and 5 came and went with only mental praying. I took up my pen again at 6, and finished out the morning. Just to be clear, my writing at 3:00 a.m. is not my best stuff. I don't think you'll find me sharing that particular entry any...

When I started writing this blog, I had an idea or two. I wanted to write something personal, I wanted to share my heart, and maybe in return some one's heart would feel a tug and they too would want to step up to the plate. As part of this process, I have been praying for guidance on what to write and that God would bring things to my attention. "Show me, Lord, that which I have shut my eyes to. Show me where I have been blind. Educate me as to what is really happening with these children, and guide me in ways I can help." Last week, I was on Facebook, and I happened to catch a quick little spot about a favorite artist that I follow. It's amazing to think that had I been on the Internet earlier or later in the day, I might have missed it. It would have just gotten lost in the flow of all the many comings and goings of those around me. But, as it was, I clicked on the link , and this is what I found:  Slavery. This is the reality of the orphan. As if it we...

Yesterday I was thinking about what next to write about, and in the midst of my pondering, I thought about the fact that today begins the month of April. And then I somehow started to toss about the idea that April started with the letter "A", and finally I paired the "A" in April with the "a" in adoption. Hence, the title of this entry and the focus of this month's blog posts. Next month won't be about M is for May and.....motherhood, mammals, microbacteria, Millenium Falcon or monkeys. Though, I'm sure those are lovely topics we could expand upon, this is just how this month's writings worked out, and therefore, I go with what comes to mind. And truthfully, the topic of adoption is near and dear to my heart in more ways than one. Stick around throughout this month's articles and you just might catch a glimpse into my own personal life. I'm hoping to interview an adoptive mother, hear from an adoptee, give you another book recomm...