My grandmother died the night before my 33rd birthday. Considering that she was 91 years old, it was expected in some ways. Yet, it still seemed a surprise because, well, of course she's always been there. She lived with my parents for almost a decade so my visits with my mom always included her. The idea of her not being there is still foreign. But something happened in Grandma those last … [Read more...] about How God is Found in the Darkest Places
Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD) is a condition found in children who did not form a healthy emotional attachment to their primary caregivers during specific developmental stages in growth. If you've dipped your toes in the adoptive world, you probably sensed that it's a bit of a controversy over who exactly should be given this diagnosis-- but if you happen upon a family that has a child … [Read more...] about We all have R.A.D.
My favorite part about Christmas is the reminder to trace the story again. To remember exactly who Jesus is and what He is doing. It's why I wrote my advent book, Christmas! which takes children through the story from Genesis to Revelation-- reminding them that God promised to make a way for us to be friends with Him, and Jesus (the man who would fight the snake and win!) was the fulfillment of … [Read more...] about Who Is Jesus? Advent Calendar (Free Printable)
I remember it. I remember crying through the night and hating myself when I looked in the mirror and feeling betrayed and lost and hopeless and like there was no reason to even take another breath. It wasn’t every moment, but the waves of depression would come and settle, sometimes for weeks at a time. And if I could go back, if I could whisper one thing to that girl who knew Jesus but was … [Read more...] about The Truth About How God Sees the Depressed Christian
I sat deep into the corner of couch, my arms wrapped tight around myself, with ugly tears dripping off the end of my nose. It was the year I had lost a daughter to a failed adoption, lost my dreams to brokenness, lost my ideals to the anguish of barrenness. It was agony. She asked me what was wrong, and I wanted to give excuses for my hurt, but all I could manage through the tears and … [Read more...] about This Thing Called Hope
Nights were usually the hardest. After the sun went down and my husband slept beside me, all the questions and fears would rise up inside. I was so confused. I wanted to be strong and faithful but I didn’t have any idea how. I felt pressed down with questions. Questions about where God was while I was floundering. Questions about why I couldn’t bear the babies my heart was screaming for. … [Read more...] about Surviving the Night Hours with Infertility