A Mom killed on her way home from visiting her brand new babes in the NICU. Senseless killing in Vegas. A young husband and father's plane crashes and he has yet to be found. Two of my three children are going to be taken away because they aren't biologically mine. I want to crawl down … Continue reading When you can’t handle the suffering in the world anymore.
My family is falling apart and I can't do anything about it. There are family photos in my house. All over my house. But they aren’t my family anymore. The word “family” is peeling off my wall and it is a declaration of things to come that laughs in my face, but I can’t take … Continue reading My Family is Falling Apart
I grew up in a very conservative Baptist Christian home. Not going to say anything right or wrong about that. But that being the case there are words that carry certain connotations. Jean skirt- Any good baptist girl knows the value of wearing the really long suckers when youth group is playing soccer. #bestgoalieever Three … Continue reading Self Care: Thoughts from a Christian Foster Mama
Disclaimer: This post, though sad in nature, is not meant to discourage foster parents or those considering becoming foster parents. It is meant to give a real look into the lives and hearts of foster parents deep in the trenches of difficult days. Therefore, it is raw and unedited. Please withhold judgment and lavish prayers … Continue reading I hate fostercare.
I lost my job last week. Not just a job, but a home. I walked through that purple door for the first time just about two years ago, scared out of my mind. “What am I doing?!” “You’re not a teacher!” “You’ve never had an education class in your life!” Satan hissed in my ears … Continue reading Through the Purple Door- A Memorial to Jim Elliot Christian School
Last Sunday afternoon I was in my kitchen pouring juice into pretty glasses and hashbrowns were sizzling in the pan. Sunday brunch is my favorite. Mostly because it’s an excuse to drink another cup of coffee when I’ve already had a morning cup, but also because the peace that spending the morning in God’s house … Continue reading Claiming God’s Promises as a Foster Mom
My friends who are closest to me know I have a problem. An idiom problem. No, not an idiot problem (even though some days Lord knows I have that too!), but an idiom problem. They are so hard to keep straight and they don’t really seem to ever relate to conversations. Something about a beating … Continue reading God Moves in Mysterious Ways- Life Update
It’s my worst fear, and God has called me to live it every day of my life. Usually when God gives me a story to write, it flows out from my heart onto the page rather easily. This story has taken a while. It has come in splintered, tear-stained shards and I fear it’s not … Continue reading Called to Live My Greatest Fear
Your home study is done! Shew! Take some time to shake out that hand that has been signing an endless stream of paperwork! This was the point where I got shopping happy. Like literally. Buy all the cute baby/toddler things am I right? My church family was also totally incredible and threw us a virtual … Continue reading Must Have Products for Foster Homes: Ages 0-4
The breeze coming down the mountain blows my hair across my cheek. I should be sobbing. An utter mess. Instead I am numb. The tears won’t come. I am a Mother. It defines me now, it envelops my soul. I wear it carved into metal close to my heart. I am a mother, but … Continue reading Reflections from Mother’s Day