One More Home

After working on the laundry this evening, I feel it's time to come clean, to own up to my obsession, my collection, my own personal clothing addiction...... TA-DA! ( this isn't even all of them, friends...)   T-shirts. Cottony comfort in a rainbow of colors. I love 'em. I'd wear them every day, everywhere. Some are your standard material, others are so soft and stretchy. Some are large, and some of them are extra-large because you just don't know when you're going to wake up and demand that your clothing be loose and baggy, because you just aren't in a form-fitting kind of mood, and pass the chocolate already! However, in my defense, I've purchased every single one of these for a reason. (besides the fact that I can always use another t-shirt contrary to what my husband may say, and despite the way I stuff them like sardines into my dresser drawer before applying the right amount of force to shut said drawer without any little flaps of fab

If you've ever read my blog before today, then you may realize that not only have I made a few changes to the appearance, but I've changed the name of the blog completely. While I may still play with fonts, colors, and the background, I'm hoping to stick with the new name. One More Home During the adoption process, most families will have a fundraiser or two to try and help with the cost of bringing their little one home. We were no different, and one of the ways we have tried to raise funds was through the sale of t-shirts. I worked with my fabulously talented friend Lucy who is handy dandy at designing such things. I knew I wanted something big and bold across the front, but, what should our shirt say? I searched the internet for ideas and I finally stumbled upon the slogan, "One More Loved." It's a lovely sentiment, but I didn't like the fact that, between the lines, it could be read that this child was not loved until they reached our family. And,

Before I get to the heart of this post, I just wanted to note I wasn't expecting to write today. There may be some disorderly thoughts and rambling, but when GOD shows up in a big way, you just have to stop everything and give Him the praise He deserves. To bring you up to date, I did two things last week, I wrote the preceding blog post and then I leaped out into the faith-filled unknown. Again. I'm going back to Haiti. I'm fairly sure I've lost my mind, but I hope I've exchanged it for the one where God's in control and I'm just walking where He leads. I wrote the deposit check out knowing full well our dossier payment is coming up, but after Mike and I talked, we decided I need to step back out onto the mission field. It's where God wants me. And, so that's where I'll go. Last night I talked with a lovely young woman who said in regards to adoption, "I just don't know where we'd get the money." To which I replied with a l

Did you know I'm already the mother of my own personal three ring circus? I, myself, was not aware of this fact until a couple of years ago when we did some family counseling. But seated in that tiny room listening to my children explain just how life was in our home, I realized that it was far more exciting than how I remembered it. Quite frankly, to my children it seems, we're a non-stop source of action and entertainment. It wasn't always this way. My eldest child, who is now seventeen, wasn't my first pregnancy, he was my third. Within the first year of marriage, I had suffered not one, but two, miscarriages. It left both my body and my spirit bruised and battered. I didn't want to spend time with people who had babies, didn't want to hold or even look at a baby, didn't want to discuss babies, period. So, when that third pregnancy came to be, I just put it in the back of my mind and didn't do much in the way of celebration. I ate healthy, got my