Adoption

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…

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…

I had so many plans for the holidays. I was going to create special traditions and happy little moments and somehow the season was going to sparkle. But instead of decorating a Christmas tree on the day after Thanksgiving like I wanted, I was facing off with my new son. We were sitting there, right at…

Over the past few weeks we’ve been learning a lot through story telling. The whiteboard that was once used mostly for spelling words, has become the official storyboard. We are using it to address fears, struggles, and to remind us all of God’s faithfulness. Once upon a time there were two little pickles. They lived with…