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"Consider the lilies of the field, how they grow; they neither toil nor spin...But if God clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith? Therefore do not be anxious...your heavenly Father knows that you need them all."   taken from Matthew 6:28-32 I've been busy this afternoon, taking a break from my to-do list and taking time to write out some thank you's. The picture above is my list in what I've now coined as my "adoption notebook." It's where I write notes such as the major holidays observed in Costa Rica and little things that come to mind when I think of our 5 ticos. But it's also where I'm making a list of names that have given to our family in support of our adoption. It helps keep me focused on the ways that God's working that has nothing really to do with me, but relies fully on Him to provide. Some gifts are financial i

Several years ago, Mike's father was diagnosed with lung cancer. After some discussion, we decided to move him in with us. In order to do this, we shifted all three kids into one bedroom and moved his bed and medical equipment into our daughter's room. Mike, working third shift at the time, would forgo sleep to drive his father to another town in order to receive regular radiation treatments. He lived with us until he passed away. Mike and his father didn't have the closest of relationships growing up. My father-in-law spent many years being absent from my husband's life, and even as Mike became an adult, his father's actions often caused separation between him and his children. And yet, when cancer came into play and his father was living alone, we knew the right thing to do was to take him in. It wasn't easy, but God asks us to honor our parents and we felt that this was what we were called to do.  Fast forward to today. When we shared the news that we

I feel like I need to update you as to where we've been before I disclose where we are now. After all, it's been almost one entire year since I last updated this blog and that's telling in itself. I'd like to say that as many times as God placed the story of Abraham and Sarah in my path, I had learned patient waiting. That I was serenely going about my days with my hopes high and my mind concentrating on what God needed to show me in this moment before He led me to the next. But, I wasn't. I wouldn't say I was necessarily grumpy about our lack of progress, I think I was more ambivalent. I was neither one extreme or the other. I had honestly stopped fervently praying for God's guidance in our adoption because I had come to think that He had a timeline that I wasn't privy to, and I wasn't going to change His mind on those plans with the words I'd been whispering for the past 3 years. When? When will it be our time? Dust Off Your Armor At th