Finding Strength in the Sabbatical

Today, our family’s numbers are down. Today, I catch myself when someone asks me how many kids I have. I quickly correct the count in my quiver because conversing about foster care isn’t topping the agenda. Today, I am breathing. And I am building…

Say This, NOT That to Foster Parents

I was born without a filter. That’s not true. I used to have one, but somewhere around college, I found my voice and it has been hard to silence ever since. I call my craft wit. Others call it inappropriate. I never intend to be offensive…but…

His Love is Always Enough

It’s your last day in my arms. I knew we would share one of these dreaded memories but the blow isn’t softened by knowledge of its impending arrival. Regardless of my reservations and fears about your move, you’re still leaving. And the ache of…

Get Your Hands Dirty

Life is messy. We’d all agree on that. And if you don’t, are you breathing? Even without the weight of someone else’s problems, our own worlds seem heavy at times. But add in another human being and it’s only a matter of…

Why You Can’t Hold My Baby

Trust. It seems so basic to the human relationship. But it holds more power than almost anything else in our development. Trust is the foundation of our decision-making process. It’s also the most important gift kids from hard places (read: EVERY SINGLE KID IN FOSTER CARE) can…

Loving When You Know You’ll Lose

I laid my sweet boy down in the crib tonight. My shirt was damp from his drool and my left arm was tingling as sensation slowly returned. Seconds earlier, his sleepy head rested heavy in the sweet spot of my mama arm-that place that was made just for a…

Don’t Waste the Wait

I’m a dreamer. I’m a doer. I can’t stand stagnation. I need my plate full, my to do list long and my next challenge in sight.  I want to press on at full speed and I find myself in eager anticipation for the next…

A Beautiful Gift for My Soul

Today something beautiful arrived on my front porch. I love snail mail. I like paper in my hands but boxes are even better. A sweet friend of mine, Lexi, over at www.scribblesandcrumbs.com, got a box last week, so I had to check it out for myself. Being bold…

The Danger of Waiting Until Your Kids Grow Up

I find myself daydreaming about tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow. I can feel the weight lift as I imagine a day without dirty diapers to change.  My oldest was born in 2006. It’s 2018. Y’all!!! Twelve ruthless years of wiping little booties on the…

When Hope Hides

I’m here again. In a season of shadows and darkness. The light flickers in the distance but its dim. I find myself blinking and staring again to make sure its really there. Loneliness stands to my left. Fear to my right. And when I look at my reflection…