Join Me In The Garden


I have welcomed all of you to share in the joys and struggles of our family since we began to think about adopting a couple years ago. I have chosen to share our family’s journey with you for one reason, that is to give God glory, and that you may see that God uses ordinary people to do extraordinary things if we let Him.

God called us to adopt two older girls from China, and we have been blessed beyond measure by our obedience to Him. The road has not been easy, yet it is a path I would choose to travel again.

If you take with you one thing from my willingness to be open to you, I pray that it would be that God moves mountains when we step out in faith to meet the needs of those less fortunate than ourselves. We can count on Him every time.

I am now in the midst of sharing the months that were so dark for me that I chose not to write on my blog. I now share with you those silent months, and how God has made soemthing beautiful of our brokenness.

You can begin the story at the beginning by clicking on The Silent Months on the top menu bar of my blog.

May God do the miraculous in your lives, and may our story inspire many to step out in faith to love a child who desperately needs what only you can give.


Take My Yoke Upon You

Thank you all for such an awesome welcome back to the blog-world. Your kind words have encouraged me so much.

God is working in my heart, and I have so much to share with all of you. 

And I will.

When I wrote my last post, I didn’t have the details to share with you about Ruthi Joy that I do today.


I had seen her picture on a friend’s feed, and something about her sweet face reminded me of our dear Eliza, her plump little rosebud mouth wih those full lips and that lovely peaches and cream complection.


But I didn’t know her name.

So I wrote and shared all that I knew, and a precious facebook friend shared more information with me, and I share it with you here.

My heart just breaks for this sweet young lady who wants to be a daughter so very badly. 

I think about the secret things her mind holds deep inside in that private place within her where she dreams and hopes for things too deep to share. 


I think about holding each one of our children, my heart swelling with all the love and compassion a mother’s heart holds, and I long deep within that private place inside myself to make a difference for Ruthi Joy and the many nameless children who are hoping and dreaming and crying alone for the love and security of something so very basic that most of us take it for granted.

They long for a mother and a father, for brothers and sisters, for grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins. 

They yearn for something so base as to be called daughter or son. 

Abandoned children have never had the amazing blessing of being sons and daughters.

Let that sink in

They know nothing of the love, the rank and belonging, the value and priviledge that being a son or a daughter provides for each one of us in that quiet center of ourselves.


They are children of an oppressive government perhaps, a culture that has never known the love of the Heavenly Father who reaches down to each one of us in the midst of our muck and failure and brokeness. They are children of despair and need and pain. 


They know nothing of the reality of being a cherished son or daughter. They know nothing of a love that transcends the brokenness and need, a love that isn’t dependent on anything we can do, a love that is faithful merely because we are its own, because we belong, because we are son and daughter, child, family.


And they have no earthly picture of our Heavenly Father’s love f0r us.

They do not know a love that is faithful when we are lost and weary and so deeply wounded that we can’t catch our breath, when we are treading water and the sea of the struggles and burdens of life, of our own humanity, is rising and growing more turbulent with each passing day, and when that dreadful sea of concerns and pain and anguish threatens to envelope us, a love that waits ready and willing until we have come to the very end of ourselves.  


They do not know how very deeply God loves us.

They know nothing of a love that fills our deepest need, an infinite parental love that reaches down to us in the midst of our darkest valleys and lifts us up to stand beside Him, a love that is strong and mighty and will fight for us when we cannot fight for ourselves.


And they may never know that limitless love of God if we will not look beyond ourselves and our own limited abilities and circumstances, if we will not step out in faith and set our sights on the One who promises to do all things if only we would ask in His name and believe.

Very truly I tell you, whoever believes in me will do the works I have been doing, and they will do even greater things than these, because I am going to the Father. And I will do whatever you ask in my name, so that the Father may be glorified in the Son. You may ask me for anything in my name, and I will do it. – Jesus, John 14:12-14 (Emphasis mine)

Jesus reaches out to us when we have nothing to offer HIm, invites us to come, broken as we are, and calls us to share in His work, to be His hands and feet, to love the most wounded and needy among us. As we begin by faith to trust Him to be strong in our weakness and to use us to meet the needs of these precious children whose lives and bodies bear the scars of a fallen world, somehow, in a mystery I do not understand, He fills us with immeasuable joy.

He calls us to come, 

“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. Come to me, all who labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest. Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11;28-30

to take part in His work of loving and serving,

As long as it is day, we must do the works of him who sent me. Night is coming, when no one can work. – John 9:4

and to be with HIm forever in eternity.

“Let not your hearts be troubled. Believe in God; believe also in me. In my Father’s house are many rooms. If it were not so, would I have told you that I go to prepare a place for you? And if I go and prepare a place for you, I will come again and will take you to myself, that where I am you may be also. And you know the way to where I am going.” Thomas said to him, “Lord, we do not know where you are going. How can we know the way?” Jesus said to him, “I am the way, and the truth, and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 

There is a joy we cannot know if we are too afraid to step out of our comfortable lives to meet the needs of someone else. 

It is the joy of God.

Time is passing. The sand is far too quickly slipping through the hour glass for Ruthi Joy and for so many others. And the time to do the work of our father is passing too.  Our lives are but a vapor, here today and gone tomorrow. 

And I wonder, when our last breath lies directly before us, will we have waited too long? 

The children are waiting. 

They are waiting for us to believe, to make a space in the busyness of our days for them; they are waiting for us to be willing to make our lives harder, to pick up their heavy crosses and carry them with Jesus, and they are waiting for us to be willing to yoke ourselves with the One who came to serve.

Yet, Jesus says, “Ask whatever you will in my name and believe that you have received it, and it shall be yours.”

What are we waiting for? 

The Most HIgh God has already promised that He will be strong in our weakness, that He will go before us and prepare a way when we cannot see one.

The children are waiting. They are the most vulnerable among us. 

There are no obstacles to God. 

The one who calls you is faithful, and he will do it. – 1 Thessalonians 5:24

We can trust Him.

We won’t be alone.

“I no longer call you servants, because a servant does not know his master’s business. Instead, I have called you friends, for everything that I learned from my Father I have made known to you.” – John 15:15

He calls us friend. He invites us to come.

And He urges us to work for the night is coming.

Blessings All!

An Urgent Matter

I’ve felt this post brewing for a long time now. 

The days have passed so quickly these past weeks and months that it hardly seems like it’s been as long as it has been since I’ve written here. This old blog has gathered a lot of dust. So many of you have written to me and shared your precious prayers of support for our family, and many of you have inquired about how we are doing.   


I want to thank all of you for every comment on my blog, for each prayer lifted on our behalf, and for every email you’ve sent.


You have blessed us. 


You have blessed me.


I thank you for your patience and support as I have travelled through a space in my life where words have felt inadequate to me, and have even failed to take shape in my mind. So many times I’ve sat before this keyboard wanting to reach out to all of you with kind words of encouragement and with updates from this glorious garden of life and children and family in which I spend my days working and playing and loving, yet every time I walked away devoid of the words that once flowed so freely through my fingertips. 



More recently, I’ve felt the deep yearnings and feelings again that once overflowed into words and onto the blank pages of this blog. I’ve felt an awakening within the once quiet and fathomlesss places of my mind, a burgeoning of life and hope and desire urging me to write again and share my heart with all of you. A restlessness and urgency consumes me.

I feel the urgency for the children who are waiting. 

I am compelled to write, to once again share the deepest groanings of my spirit with you, my dear blog friends. 

Today, I read a report from CNN about a darling little boy who was paralyzed by a spina bifida surgery gone awry who has waited nine long years for a family. Jia Jia’s family is finally coming, yet millions more still wait.

You can read about Jia Jia and watch his video here.   China’s Abandoned Children

And I can’t go to sleep tonight without writing about the children.

I can’t let the sun go down one more time without sharing the need of every child to have parents who love them, without sharing this sweetie’s picture with you. This young lady is already thirteen. She has less than a year to find a family before the opportunity to be a daughter is lost to her forever.


She has such a sad story.

I pray that someday she will share her story with a family who loves her; I pray that someday she will have a family who will make a new story with her, and I pray that it will be one of love.

I tend to stay away from the news stories that circulate through social media. While much of it is upsetting, and I most certainly have an opinion, I prefer to spend my time loving my family, and writing, if I can squeeze it in at all amidst all the work of mothering and loving that fill my days.


Yet a couple of recent stories have struck a chord inside of me and tapped into the depth of emotion that I feel for every precious child who sits in an orphanage and waits for a mommy and daddy to love them.


When a dentist shot and killed Cecil the lion in Africa, the story travelled through cyberspace with the rapitity of a shooting star. And the videos showing the horrific crimes of the people from Planned Parenthood dismembering and selling body parts of the abortion victims flashed accross our video screens for days. And we rightfully stand united in righteous indignation at the careless disregard for human life. 


Yet I can’t help but feel that we, as the body of Christ, are far too apathetic about the ophans who wait. We have food pantries for the needy, shelters for the homeless, and we send missionaries to foreign countries to spread the gospel and share God’s love with a world that desparately needs a Savior, yet it is a rare church that has a thriving orphan ministry. 

We close our eyes to the children.



Because adoption is messy.  

It’s rooted at its very beginnings in loss and pain. And it takes leaving the security of our manageable lives and opening our very homes, our own personal sanctuaries, the inner sanctums of our neat and orderly families, the deepest part of ourselves, to welcome a child that bears the wounds of a broken, fallen world, indeed a child that is imperfect and comes with baggage.


Adoption is inconvenient.

It’s painful.

It takes a willingness to abandon our own desires and personally lay down our lives to care for these deeply wounded children. And it also takes a willingness to entrust our biological children to God, to trust that He will meet their needs even when we as parents fall short, that He will work whatever hardship lies ahead for them together for their good as we obey God and step out in faith with willing hearts to be His hands and feet and meet the needs of the fatherless.

It costs us ourselves. It costs us our lives. 


And perhaps even more than all of these things, adoption demands that we disregard the conventional wisdom of the world today that teaches us to think small, to care for our own, to limit our lives to what we can manage in our own strength. The world tells us to care for our own first. God’s word tells us to walk by faith and to care for others before ourselves. 

Adoption is the ultimate gift we can give another. 


It’s the very gift God offers us. 

Through Jesus’ death on the cross, we have been elevated to sonship with Christ. 

Jesus gave His life so that we could be brought into the family of God forever.

And we are called to nothing less.  

35Jesus went through all the towns and villages, teaching in their synagogues, proclaiming the good news of the kingdom and healing every disease and sickness. 36When he saw the crowds, he had compassion on them, because they were harassed and helpless, like sheep without a shepherd. 37Then he said to his disciples, “The harvest is plentiful but the workers are few. 38Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”  Matthew 9:35-37

The children are waiting. 

Yet we rest.  We pray and we ponder and we beg God to make it clear to us whether we are called. We act like there is all the time in the world. 

Yet God led by example. Jesus laid down His life so that we could be adopted.  We don’t need signs and wonders.  

We need to obey. 

We need to do the work of Him who sent us.

There are many ways to support adoption. There are primary roles and supportive roles. There is a role for all of us. And there is a role for the church. The question is not are we called, but rather how we are called. 

God’s precious children are suffering and alone. 

Ask the Lord of the harvest, therefore, to send out workers into his harvest field.”

Do you not know that in a race all the runners run, but only one gets the prize? Run in such a way as to get the prize.  1 Corinthians 9:24

May God fill us with an attitude of urgency, and may we run to welcome His children into our lives.


Fourth of July

Happy Birthday to our sweet Sophia and to the United States of America! No matter what choices we make as a country, I will always choose to put my faith in God and thank Him for His blessings! 

“In God we trust.” May we never forget the cost of the freedom we’ve known. 

In God I trust, for eternity.

So very blessed! 

Wishing all of you a very blessed Holiday weekend!


Merry Christmas




































Again Jesus spoke to them, saying, “I am the light of the world. Whoever follows me will not walk in darkness, but will have the light of life.” ~ John 8:12

And the angel said unto them, Fear not: for, behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy, which shall be to all people. For unto you is born this day in the city of David a Saviour, which is Christ the Lord. ~Luke 2:10,11

Merry Christmas!

I’m home

I want to thank all of you who prayed for our family, for each one of your encouraging comments and for each meal prepared while I was in the hospital. Your encouragement and support in our lives bless us more than you know. We have seen God, this Christmas season, in each prayer, in each kind word, and in each pan of food so lovingly delivered to our home.

Thank you for blessing us.

Below are some pictures of the kids at Thanksgiving and since I’ve come home.











28 Do you not know?
Have you not heard?
The Lord is the everlasting God,
the Creator of the ends of the earth.
He will not grow tired or weary,
and his understanding no one can fathom.
29 He gives strength to the weary
and increases the power of the weak.
~Isaiah 40:28-29New International Version (NIV)

Many of you know I went to a Christian college, Asbury University. Asbury is located in the heart of Lexington, Kentucky’s bluegrass and horse country, in a tiny town called Wilmore, just twenty minutes south of Lexington.

When I think of my time at Asbury, many people stand out in my mind that I now count myself very blessed to have had the privilege of knowing. One family, in particular, embodied the pinnacle of truth and inspiration that became the entirety of my experience those years I walked the hallowed halls and campus of, what was then, Asbury College. That family was the Moulton family.

Dr. Alan Moulton was my psychology professor, and as I double majored in French and Psychology, I had numerous classes with Dr. Moulton. I’ll never forget his amazing lectures, his ability to weave the reality of God within the study of psychology, his reminder that we are made in the image of our Creator, and his incredible ability to combine humor and information within each lecture.

I soon met his wife too, Mrs. Yvonne Moulton, and she became a mentor in my life that I often think of even now as I go about my days. I am privileged to be one of the fortunate girls whom she shared herself with in her weekly Bible studies. She’d leave her role as Dean of Women, and rush home one day each week to fix a lunch with eight girls, bake chocolate chip cookies, and we were always allowed to eat the batter,and share God’s word with us.

The scripture verses I memorized are indelibly written on the annals of my mind, and the wisdom that blossomed within the fertile ground of her receptive heart that she so willingly shared with us still shape my life today. I can remember her telling us about her dream to have many children around her table. Yet God chose to give her only two, very special children, so she shared her table with us too, and in so doing, we filled her table, and she filled our hearts with her love. We gathered around her table, shared our journals, read scripture, recited our memory verses, and shared our hearts as we ate together and helped ourselves to scoops of the cookie batter she saved for us in a little bowl on the table as the cookies baked in the oven. We’d grab a cookie and run back to the busyness of our days, forever changed by the moments with Mrs. Moulton.

Year after year she has mentored countless students with her discipleship groups, never failing to meet the needs of her very special family too. The Moulton’s lives are an amazing example of how God weaves beauty into the broken fibers of our lives if we give our hearts to him.

I saw this video today on Facebook, and I share it with you here. It somehow seems so very fitting as I come home from the hospital amidst the busyness of Christmas and try to pick up where I left off a month ago. So much of life doesn’t go the way we want it to, yet God is here among us, wanting to work the painful things into something beautiful if we will just give them to Him.

The Moulton’s lives demonstrate that more perfectly than any words strung together on this page can.

Unexpected Miracles from Jessica Fraser on Vimeo.

Life-altering, unbroken, everlasting fellowship with the Holy God is the Gift of Christmas. May we not miss Him amidst the busyness of the season.

8And there were shepherds living out in the fields nearby, keeping watch over their flocks at night. 9An angel of the Lord appeared to them, and the glory of the Lord shone around them, and they were terrified. 10But the angel said to them, “Do not be afraid. I bring you good news that will cause great joy for all the people. 11Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you; he is the Messiah, the Lord. 12This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.” ~Luke 2:8-12

God bless you this Christmas.

Blessings All,

Out of surgery

The Dr. Just came out and said the surgery was successful. She’s doing well. No complications. He did everything he hoped to do, and she’s in a cast above her knee.


She can go back to school as soon as the pain is under control. She’ll be so excited to hear that.


I’m not sure how long we’ll be here yet. It depends on how she tolerates the anesthesia and the pain, and how quickly she’s able to keep things down. We’re definitely here for tonight.

Here’s a picture of right before we went back to the OR.

We are so thankful that she’s out, and can begin the recovery. It will be a good six months before she can walk on her foot because of the bone grafts. Her tibia is pretty stable because of the plate and screws.

I should be able to go see her in recovery soon.

On top of all of this, Colin texted that he injured his Achilles’ tendon.


One day at a time!

Blessings all and thank you for your prayers.

Here We Go Again

Evangeline is having more surgery today. It all came upon us very quickly, too quickly, in fact for sweet Evangeline, who just had her major spinal fusion in June, and for all of us too.


She is having her tibia and fibia cut and rotated to bring her right foot in alignment with her knee. The dr is also going to put in some bone grafts to support the foot which had the toe amputated, and which, even with the braces, is not holding up to the wear and tear of her walking on it. And then, she’s having some tendon work done too.


Please pray for her little heart. She is so tired and angry about all these surgeries. Hopefully, this will be a short stay and we’ll be home soon.

On another note, Andrew has some sort of growth on the lower part of his spine and will be having it removed on the 28th.

AND, as if that weren’t enough, he is having eye surgery sometime in the new year. He has never used his eyes in unison, and, therefore, has never seen in depth perception. Typically, when this happens, the brain shuts down one eye, by adulthood. In Andrew’s case this didn’t happen which is good. But he sees double, and one side is constantly falling so he’s really not been feeling very well. He’s had a lot of headaches and soreness at the sight of the neoplasm.

He’s legally blind and completely color blind. The Dr. used prisms in the office to force his eyes together, but he was off the scale. Manually holding more prisms in front of the machine enabled him to see in depth perception for the very first time, ever! It was amazing, and I cried. He kept looking at his hand and saying, “Woah! I think this must be what a 3d movie feels like!

The children are all doing so well in school. God is in the details and so very faithful.


We recently celebrated Andrew and Eliza’s birthdays.


So proud of all my kids.



We are so blessed!


A Questions For My Blogger Friends

The past two years have been a whirlwind for me. Unfortunately the blogging world has changed by leaps and bounds, and since I have a WordPress self hosted blog, I cannot have the neat little Google hosted plugin that connected me to all of you whose blogs I loved to read. And I am so technically challenged that I have no clue what I need to do to get connected again.

I’ve kept up with some of you through facebook, but I’ve lost so many because I don’t have place to really connect and keep all the blogs I used to follow.

What do you use?


An Open Letter to my Niece

My dear niece will be getting married on Saturday to the young man who stole her heart.


It seems like only yesterday when she walked into our lives, a tiny two year old with bright eyes and a precocious little mind. She was so tiny then.


She made me an aunt, my parents grandparents, and my brother, a father. He was so proud of this precious child of his own. She came into his life through adoption, and I never saw a prouder, more enamored father than my brother was with his precious little tot with a twinkle in her eye.

Not very long after Kelcie came into our lives, we had Andrew. His bedding was Paddington Bear,


that famous little bear from England with a tag attached to him.


I remember standing by Andrew’s crib, the day I brought him home from the hospital, with my brother holding his precious little Kelcie in his arms, who was by then a preschooler. He reached his hands out and fingered the tag. Tears welled up in his eyes, and I knew it was because of his deep love for Kelcie. It was because he knew the pain and abandonment of adoption, and the blessing of it too. It was because of his awareness that Kelcie’s loss was his incredible gain.



The years passed so quickly then. The babies came so fast. We gathered together for picnics and birthdays, and then somehow our lives grew so big that the parties slowed, and I don’t see my first niece so very often anymore.

My brother has quite a crew of his own.


My sister has four.


Now my parents have twenty one grandchildren.



The circle continues, of growing and living and loving and parenting.


Kelcie has grown into such a lovely young woman and now embarks on her own journey that will span a lifetime and likely begin a family of her own.


I put my baby girl on the bus this morning crying, and somehow the emotion of my little girl growing up and watching her go, crying, stirred my heart with thoughts of Kelcie, the little girl she was, the woman she is, and all the things l’d like to tell her.

There probably aren’t enough words in the English language or space enough on this page to share all the feelings and emotions my heart holds for our dear Kelcie.

Yet I am compelled to try.

Dearest Kelcie, on Saturday you will pledge your life and love, by God’s grace to Jeremy. Your heart will be full of all the dreams and expectations of the life that lies ahead for you. And so many of those dreams will come true. I pray God will bless you with all the dreams your heart holds.

The future will hold pain and loss too. Let it draw you closer to each other. The feelings in your heart will come and go like the ebb and flow of the tides. But that doesn’t matter. It’s not the feelings that make a marriage, it’s the choice to love, no matter what, no matter if you feel wronged, no matter if the bills are too big and the problems seem insurmountable, and the kids need shoes, and the pipes are leaking. Marriage isn’t about the feelings. It’s the choice to love, every single day, an imperfect person. Someone who hurts you and falls short in so many ways. And you, precious Kelcie, will fall short too. Know that as you begin your lives together.

You’re marriage will need a lot of grace. You will need the Savior to help you love when the feelings fail. You will need to forgive and be forgiven.

Choose to love each other even on the days when you can’t think of one reason you married this man. And you will have days when you wonder why you did. Invite the Heavenly Father to fill your hearts and live in your home. Pray for His fruit to fill you and your husband and your children.

Galatians 5:22-23English Standard Version (ESV)

22 But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, 23 gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.

Don’t be afraid to be the first to say you’re sorry when in your heart it feels like his wrong is worse than your own.

Never go to bed angry.

When you are out in public, kidding with your friends, never allow yourself to put your husband down, even jokingly.

Always choose to praise him, to speak of him with love and gentleness and grace.

In humility, always defer compliments to him, and thank him for his role in your success to others.

Praise him. Thank him. Love him.

Put God first, your husband second, your children, if they come, third, and yourself last. And God will bless you with an immeasurable joy, and a marriage that will go the distance, and be a reflection in the flesh of God’s perfect love for you.

God bless you, Jeremy and Kelcie. And know that I am always here loving you. There’s nothing that is too awful to share with me, no pain too deep, no secret too horrible. I will always be on your side. And I will be praying for you.

You have blessed our lives immeasurably, and I am privileged to be your Aunt.

I love you.

Aunt Diane


Not the End of the Story

A NOTE TO THE READER: This is one post in a series of posts that will share the story of how I came to know and grew to love my daughters who were adopted at fourteen years old, mere days before they aged out of the adoption system. It does not reflect my feelings now. If you are joining me in the midst of the series, you can access the whole story by clicking on The Silent Months on the top menu bar of my blog. I choose to share my story to address a topic that is taboo in the adoption community. I share it to normalize the feelings that so many feel and yet are too ashamed to share. I share it to provide support to those who feel alone because there’s a big white elephant in the room, and no one can talk about it. I share it in support of adoption, in support of every single precious child waiting for a family, every one of which deserves to be loved and is lovable, every single one. Why can’t we talk about it? The feelings are real. The process of attachment can be easy and it can be painful, and the more we support parents who experience the painful side of adoption, the more we help the children. There are far too many disruptions, especially of older children, and if we as a community can come to see the feelings and the process as normal, perhaps we can provide support to those families and in doing so, help the children. Adoption is rooted in pain and loss, and often the process is painful. AND it’s okay. Before you offer your criticism, please read, Eliza Today, A Preface, and God’s Heart and Workers for His Harvest Field .

I’d like to say that all was well and easy after we brought Eliza home.

But that wouldn’t be truth. It’s wasn’t the end of the story. Things were better, but healing took time. I was reminded that love is not a feeling, but a choice. Just as in a marriage, the feelings come and go, but the choice to keep on loving with our actions is what makes our marriages go the distance. It’s no different with loving our children.


We do not have the same relationship with each one of our children, nor do we love them the same. We love each one deeply with an unconditional parental love, not one more than the other, yet the feelings aren’t the same, nor are they constant. Relationships are fluid and take work. All relationships are like that.


I honestly believe, as much as it was hard on us and Eliza and Evangeline, to let the girls go for a while and take a break, it was healing to our family, to all of us, the girls included. With the girls out of the house, we realized how much our biological children had been called upon to give, how they’d been hurt by the ever pressing needs of Eliza and Evangeline, by my frequent absences while I was at the hospital, and the total shift in family dynamics by adding two children into the mix, out of biological order.


It gave us a clarity, and narrowed our focus as parents about how we needed to more intentionally address each one of the children’s needs. And perhaps, gave us a clearer perspective for us as parents, that while we had halted everything and focussed on blending the girls into our family and addressing Evangeline’s medical needs, our bios had big needs too, and that Eliza and Evangeline were only two of the eleven who really needed us.


During the first year, the girls were home, Victoria had to give up ballet, our oldest sons needed help being launched, and they waited through the many hospital stays for us to get to them.

There were hurts that we needed to address as parents, in the midst of the intense drama of attaching and blending Eliza and Evangeline into our family. The time that the girls were away, allowed us to see some of those needs and hurts and make a plan to address them.


There was pain in the adoptions for every single member of our family, not merely Eliza and Evangeline. But there were even greater joys and blessings for our children in seeing us, as their parents, step out in faith and trust our children to God, and there is no doubt in my mind that we did the right thing for all of our children by obeying Gods’s call in adopting the girls.


I think as parents, we want to give our children perfect childhoods. We want to protect them from all pain and hurt, but a childhood of ease and one that makes children more important than the family, or following God in our lives, is not a childhood that inspires spiritual growth in our children. It’s the pain and the hard that allows and encourages our children to realize their need for God.

I did worry about our how the adoptions would affect our biological children before we traveled. Yet I also knew then as I do now that we are called, as families, to care for the fatherless, to meet the needs and prepare to care for others, financially and with our very lives, and that we can trust God to work the hurts together for our children’s spiritual growth as we step out in faith to follow Him.

The past year has been a very intentional one for us as we have considered each child and what each one has needed most. We had a lot of work to do for our biological children and still more healing for Eliza and Evangeline, and of course, amidst all the ‘super focussed parenting,’ a majorly risky spinal fusion for Evangeline.


Yet, we are all doing so well. If last September, anyone would have told me we would be at this place of healing, with a direction and a plan for each one of our children, I would have said we would have needed a miracle.

But we know the miracle worker.

And He has dwelt among us, joined us in our home and in our hearts, and has brought us through the valley to the mountaintop.


We stand in awe of His ability to work all the details out in our lives. He got us to China in three months time to adopt the girls before they aged out of the adoption program. He accomplished what we could not with no stone left unturned. And He can and will do the same for all of us after we get home with our children.


We can trust Him to work out every detail.

We are healed. The children are doing well.

Yet more are waiting.

We live in our homes, and we care for our own. We plan for our own. We go to church on Sunday, and we put our money in the offering plates. And I don’t mean to devalue any of that. We are called to care for our own. Yet we are called to more than that.


Are we planning for the ones who are still waiting? Are we making room in our lives and in our families and our finances to care for the children who are not free? Are we asking God to show us what we can do to help those who wait?

We live in the wealthiest country in the world, in a nation that stands for liberty and justice for all.

Yet the children wait.

I ask you, if there is one child trapped in slavery or waiting alone in an orphanage for their family to come, are we ever really free?

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