God told us to build a house on our farm. There is no doubt that it was God. He has miraculously provided everything we needed and, as I will eventually share, even some of the unspoken dreams of my heart. But the house isn’t the point. Not even a little tiny bit. I love…
I’m ashamed to say that even after all God had done, I still spent many evenings worrying. Early in September I remember standing in the middle of the ready-to-pour basement walls, looking up at the sky and thinking that we were crazy. Once again we didn’t have enough to buy the total amount of cement…
(read part one here) In the middle of building our house, we were also in-process to bring our next adopted child home. We had his name and picture, about 200 pages worth of information—but we hadn’t met him yet. Adoption is such a bizarre process really. One minute I felt like I had a son…
Sometimes it’s easier for me to trust God with giant things than it is to trust Him will the daily requirements of life. Oh, I wouldn’t ever say that. Good grief. I know God cares about minute details. He loves and true love cares about little and big, giant and miniscule. I know that. But…
I was still in my teens when a doctor told me that there was a “strong chance” that I would never bear a child. Nineteen and still invincible. I made grandiose plans to suffer through this trial with dignity. It worked well for a while. That is, it worked until it didn’t. And then I…
Things were getting rougher the closer we got to Christmas. Lies, anger, bitter words. Each day had a half-a-dozen mini explosions. We were dropping everything to deal with issues—which meant the dishes were piling up in the sink and the bedroom walls in the new house weren’t even built yet. I kept reminding myself that…
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