Musings of a mother of many
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…
It was just a dream.
It was a tiny thought that kept appearing in my mind as I parented our daughters who came home to us through adoption, as I brushed their hair and held their tiny hands in mine. It was an idea that flashed across my mind when I’d see the girls smiles or […] Read more…
I stand in my kitchen, filled to overflowing with the clamor of children. Victoria has brought Rita’s water ice home from work today, and the joy and excitement of her gift to her siblings is palpable.
My feet and legs feel heavy and tired, my back is aching, and my hands move methodically, robotically, clearing the […] Read more…
I, too, have a dream, Dr. Martin Luther King.
I have a dream that someday every orphan will have a family.
I have a dream that the sex slave industry will be exposed and brought into the light, and abolished, forever.
I have a dream that every child would cease to be vulnerable to the darkest evil in […] Read more…
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…
“What does it take?” She asked me from the sofa we shared. It was her mother’s sofa, the one upon which we’ve sat so many times before and bared our souls, the one from which we’ve poured out our sadness and our pain, the one that has cradled us when life has seemed too hard, the burdens too heavy. It’s the couch from which we’ve shared our hopes for our children and our dreams for an orphan ministry. It’s the one that’s held us safe and cozy on cold days as the children have played all around us, and quarreled and fussed at our feet and then found their way again.” Read more…
I’m thinking of them today.
I’m thinking of them as I peel the garlic and the ginger to prepare the paste for the Chinese food I’m learning to make for our daughters in some, undoubtably, woefully and inadequate attempt to fill the craving that still burns deep within each one for the delicious smells and flavors […] Read more…
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 […] Read more…
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 […] Read more…
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 […] Read more…
