Eliza

When we’re broken and need to find hope in its midst

I wake to the sound of the roosters crowing, just as the sun’s rays begin to shed their distant glow in the sky beyond the horizon. Morning lurks just beyond the earth’s edge, brimming with light and life and the gift of a new day. 

But that’s not what I see. I see black. Night still […] Read more…

The Messy and the Miraculous

Giggles tumble in from the kitchen where our children are gathered. Deep belly laughter interupts the momentary quiet of the evening. Sophia has just gotten home from ballet, her long hair hangs in a curtain down her back, Evangeline is sitting on a stool in pajamas preparing a late night snack, and Steven is still […] Read more…

The Face of Redemption

My Facebook page is flooding me with memories of four years ago when we were in China getting our girls. Each picture brings back a sea of feelings that unnerve me. 

I feel the trauma our daughters felt more vividly than I did before because now they are my own, and I know the depth of […] Read more…

Cherished

It was one of those long days. 
It was the kind of day mothers everywhere have experienced.
It was a day when sleep had eluded me, when I’d spent the sleepless hours praying about the burdens that weighed too heavily on my heart, when the problems felt like mountains before me and so unequally matched to my […] Read more…

Tears

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. […] Read more…

The Day I Let Her Go

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. […] Read more…

The Decision

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. […] Read more…

The Darkness

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. […] Read more…

Accomplishments

Eliza’s hair is growing so long she can wear it in a pony tail. If you know Eliza this is HUGE. She never had her hair long, never had anyone help her take care of it and was terribly embarrassed to wear anything in her hair even to hold her bangs back. At first I […] Read more…

A Break

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. […] Read more…

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