One More Home

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 ...

When I packed my bags to head out to Kenya, I had more than a few expectations for the trip. I expected the flights to be long and for jet lag to be a thing to overcome. Praise that God was gracious to give us energy that week, even though we came rolling into Nairobi having gotten little to no sleep and traveling for over 24 hours. I expected to enjoy warmer weather than what I left behind, and it was glorious! Oh, how I miss those sweet days in the sun. I expected to fall in love with some precious faces, and I so very much did. At last count, I think we were ready to bring 5 kids home, but it just wasn't something we could work out in a week's time. What I didn't expect to find was courage, boldness, and awesome lives of inspiration in faces I had never met before I got on the plane to other half of the globe. I love a good story. Case in point, while traveling those many hours in the plane, and thanks to a few sleepless hours during the night, I finished 3 books dur...

In my last post I shared that there were things going on in my little corner of the world. Plans in motion. Exciting times. So much so, I'm having a hard time trying to figure out how to explain what's on my heart. Can I go back in the past a little? Mind taking a glance to days gone by before we shoot forward? Two things stand out to me: First, our family's first attempt at beginning the adoption process. I know I've shared it before, but when we filled out our paperwork the first time, we felt we were answering God's call. But......let me have a little exposed honesty moment with you. I really, really, really wanted to adopt for little old me as well. I wanted the fun and the adventure. I wanted something new and exciting that other people would get excited about as well. Shame on me for feeling this way, but it was like signing up for a special club. Not that this was my complete motivation, but these selfish, pride-producing feelings were there. So, lookin...