we believe the church should be the greatest source of hope and support for the foster care community



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…

Why Foster Care Isn’t Adoption

Before I was a foster mom…I find myself starting lots of sentences off like that these days. There’s so much I am learning and seeing and realizing I was wrong about. Before I was a foster mom, foster care and adoption rolled out of my mouth…

This Is Real Life: ReMoved

Last year, this short film went viral. Part 2 is coming in MAY and will be unveiled as we join together in our community for Foster Care Awareness month. We are partners with the folks that made these movies and we would LOVE for you to be involved with us…

True Confessions of a Foster Mama

I’m drinking my daily cup of coffee…finally. Ahhhhh, the therapeutic effects of a warm cup of joe resting in my palm. Feels so good. I had to reheat it in the microwave, gasp, because now its almost bedtime. I would have sipped it down this morning…

While You Wait

Dear sweet friend of mine, I hear it in your voice-a longing to bring babies home, a desire to love the fatherless and unwanted. You are eager to move and excited to take your first steps on this road less traveled. I see it in your eyes-a passion…

Saying Hello to the Next Goodbye

We lost a baby a week ago. Not to death, but to life.  A new life. One without us in it. With one last kiss, my lips sank into his soft cheeks and his life with us was over. I closed my eyes and tried to breathe him in…

Ordinary People

My husband and I met in college-in a bar.  There was nothing magical about our moment. No fireworks. No crazy sparks. It wasn’t love at first sight. not on my end, at least. I did think he was pretty darn handsome and I came to find…

I See You, Mama

I bit my lip in court several months ago. I was fighting back tears with all the strength I could find in that moment. I was standing behind a wood podium with the case worker, her supervisor and the state’s lawyer. You stood two podiums down. But you…

Foster Siblings: How Little Hearts Hurt

I call you the crazy one. the wild child. the spark plug. elie bug. lucy (we still don’t know why I call you that…just roll with it). You’re always full of sass. We jokingly say that when you are old enough, we’re…

WE are the church

Not long ago, I was ignorant. I believed that we were all called to adopt. or foster. It was a command. and I like to follow rules. ok. that’s a lie. I’m more of a rule bender, but I do like to enforce rules. I&#8217…