Musings of a mother of many
Have you arrived home with your newly adopted child and found the road ahead too difficult to walk? Have you felt alone in your lack of ability to meet the needs of your child? Have you struggled to find the warm fuzzy feelings you so desperately wanted to feel for your child? Have you hidden […] Read more…
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…
“Who is Jesus?” She types in the translator only two weeks home from China.
Her brand new daddy looks at me with eyes open wide, big and filled with the endless blue of the sea. For this moment we’ve prayed. He types into the computer screen, “He is the Son of God.”
My heart pauses, gallops in […] Read more…
The Feltes are in China and have Jeremiah!
He sets the lonely in families!
Blessings All!
Diane
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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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
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…
