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The Agony of Attaching to Foster Kids

Three weeks after I gave birth to my first child, I sat sobbing in a glider. I was sitting in a nursery where everything was new-cute crib, tiny clothes, fresh baby, new life. And with all of the unfamiliar came a surge of scary emotions. She had been…

The American Mission Field

We spent some time last week with a few missionaries. They were at church as part of an annual celebration of support and awareness for worldwide missions. We met in small groups for a picnic and some shared personal stories from their ministries. A question was posed to one of…

How Foster Care is Changing Me

  I’m an expert on change. Not because I ever wanted to be, but simply because it’s what I know. It’s my close counterpart and my experience qualifies my expertise in this area. When I started this season, I believed I was doing a…

I Hope I’m Your Rock Bottom

I held your baby tonight. She was sick. Fever raging. Through her tears, she was mumbling but I couldn’t understand what she needed because toddlerspeak isn’t easy to decode for the not-the-mama. She’s only been in my arms for a short time…

The Freedom to be Flawed

Most nights, as my neck finds the curve of my contoured pillow, I close my eyes and breathe in the quiet that has finally found me. The stillness is almost surreal after a day of so much noise. It’s in the silence where moments of my…

Stop Confusing Your Calling with His Commands

As I grew into adulthood, I often wondered, prayed about, wrestled with and sought counsel over my calling. I looked to the lives of so many valiant souls that crossed my unsettled path for direction and motivation. What was I going to do with my life? What was my calling…

How Our Family Makes Decisions in Foster Care

One simply complex decision to take the next step to sign up for foster parent classes flowed into licensing and saying yes to our first placement. Since then, we have stood countless crossroads, sometimes paralyzed by the whirl of opinions and choices and what ifs. And nothing, NOTHING, is ever…

My Fierce Love is Free for All of My Kids

Last week, you asked about my kids. You questioned how they were processing and coping and adjusting in our ever-evolving lifestyle. Babies are frequently coming or going or coming AND going. Our home is a habitual hustle and our lives are run by the rhythm of court…

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…