Beautiful by Pain

Some nights when the fighting was too loud for me to sleep, a little bird would chirp outside my window. In the middle of the night. In the dead of winter. And I always knew it was Him. Even as a little girl, I knew Him to be safe. He was safe in the midst of the...

Beautiful Brokenness

I sat in our hospital room with tears in my eyes and a heavy heart. How can something so broken, be so beautiful? My whole family was sleeping. I watched her mince as she changed positions and found a more comfortable way to rest. Her poor body had endured much with...

That word…hope.

So I’m reminding you, friend, and reminding me, that no matter how big the “box” seems, He doesn’t fit in it. HE DOESN’T FIT IN IT! There aren’t results too bad, or situations too worse, or pain too deep that He doesn’t reach....

When God is Silent

Beads of water were dripping down my back from wet hair. My legs were tingling and numb from sitting on them for so long. Her going to sleep, which normally was very routine had turned into bursts of crying. Not the I’m okay, but don’t want to go to...
brown baby. white mama.

brown baby. white mama.

The Top Five Things I’ve Learned From Our Transracial Adoption I know that people KNOW she is adopted when they ask us. Her brown skin attracts attention and people are curious of her story. It’s a way for them to ask permission to step into our...