Adoption

Our Adoption Story

Our Adoption Story

In a perfect world, one before the fall, there wouldn’t be adoption.

In the very beginning in the Garden of Eden, it was just the Father and His children, walking together in the cool of the day. Perfect intimacy. Deep friendship. Just a Dad and His kids.

And then the kids wondered if He was really all they needed. We know the rest of the story, Eve ate the fruit, and the relationship between the Father and His children was broken. But it wasn’t the end of the story, merely just the beginning. The rest of the Bible is one beautiful story of the relentless love of the Father and Him getting His kids back.

Want to Have Coffee With Me?

Want to Have Coffee With Me?

I so wish sometimes, you and me could grab a cup of coffee, sit on my couches, and chat. I know we’re internet friends and all, but wouldn’t it be nice just to talk to one another? 

Well, let’s pretend we’re together today, so just go grab a cup of coffee, and let’s chat about what it looks like finding and knowing the Father in the hardest parts of our stories. I was so honored to be a guest on Jennifer Blossom’s Podcast, Blossoming Mommy and Baby Show. You can listen in as she and I chat about my journey through infertility, the way my children came home to me, and the beautiful gift of adoption. 

I’m so honored and thankful you choose to follow along our story, and share yours with me. 

When Stairs Are Scary {A Guest Post}

When Stairs Are Scary {A Guest Post}

I’m honored to have my friend, Jessica, sharing her story with you today. She is also an adoptive mom,  has had a miracle pregnancy, and is also mama to a child with special needs . When things have been really hard with Micah, I’ve reached out the her, simply to know I’m not alone. Our boys came home to us within weeks of each other. They both are the strongest boys I know, and have taught their mamas truly what it looks like to be brave.

I Don’t Have It All Together.

I Don’t Have It All Together.

It’s easy to peek into someone else’s life and imagine theirs to be much easier than yours.

Like that mom at the preschool who always has makeup on and her hair fixed. Or that girl on Instagram whose life looks perfect in those tiny squares. Or the girl at work who always is on time. Or the couple in your community group who has the perfect marriage. Or the friend who always remembers your birthday AND buys you a present. Or the girl at church with the cutest clothes. Or the friend who gets pregnant when her husband looks at her. Or the family at the restaurant with the most obedient children. Or the couple who never worries about money. Or the friend with the best family. 

I’m through believing the lie that they all have it together. 

The Seasons of the Soul

The Seasons of the Soul

I walked home from dropping our new little family member off at the bus stop this morning with my jacket wrapped tight around me. The days are getting shorter and the sun tags the moon much quicker than what we’d like. The flowers that were vibrant and full of life only a few months ago are losing their color and becoming tired. The leaves on the trees are holding onto the very last bit of green before they surrender to the colors of Fall.

Summer is slowly slipping away and Fall is riding in on the breeze.

I found myself whispering, “Thank you, Father,” for the very simplicity of the seasons changing this morning. His faithfulness is as steady and sure as the rising of the dawn. I am confident of His coming to me just as the sure signs of the Fall. There is great comfort in knowing that seasons end and a new one begins.

The Early Rains

The Early Rains

My husband and I are coming up on seven years of waiting for a biological baby. We have adopted two beautiful children. The way they both came home to us is nothing short of a miracle. Just recently, we welcomed a new face into our family through foster care. We’re not sure how long he will stay with us, but for now, he is ours. That verse in Psalms that says “He gives the barren woman a home, making her the joyous mother of children,” hangs in our living room and every time I pass it, I smile. Because He truly has filled our home and hearts. And after all of those years of aching and longing, He made me a mother.  

But we’re still praying, believing, and standing in faith that He has more children for us, and this time, biologically. We’re waiting on healing. And have been for what seems like forever. This waiting can often feel much like a desert. Dry. Exhausting. Barren.