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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…

Simple Truth: Hard Isn’t Easy

In conversation a few months ago with some dear friends, I was rambling on about our latest challenges with our foster son. Life had been taxing around our house with five kids under the age of eight, very little sleep and major behavioral issues with J. We were battling wills…

You Are Wanted

I watched you today as your daddy held you close to his chest. I made note of how tiny you still looked in his grip. Certainly you have grown since your arrival just five months ago, entering this world just over six pounds. But you still look small. Fragile, yet…

You, Friend, Are Not Alone

I have a dear friend. Her heart is incredible and she is walking a journey of listening, discerning, obedience and heart change. I received an email from her last week that sounded so desperate and so exhausted and I¬†thought some other mamas may need to hear this truth in…