When Carpets Are Stained With Blue Fingernail Polish and Faith.

When we took her in. It was not for profit. It was the God voice. The voice that whispered…. “Will you follow me?” And sometimes faith is like swimming.  Where toe dipping caution into “believing”.  Just doesn’t cut it. Either you dive in.  Or you are left cold on the shores of “unbelieving”.  Sinking deep in […]

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On The Edge Of Faith. Afraid to Jump. Where Our Foster Daughter Finds Jesus.

She sits on the edge of diving.  Diving into a world foreign to what she knows.  She waits.  Hesitates.  Wants to know…. Is it real? Will this hurt me? Can I really be….something other than what I have been being? And I see the war.  So tangible. Waking me in sleeping hours, to help her fight […]

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Faith Like A Surfboard

What draws them to the water’s edge?  When sharks lurk. And a surfer just got killed a day before they go? What is it in my son’s blood….that drives him to the only place, he feels alive and is ever home? And was it bubbling over, in my husband.  Also.  Long before we met? This ocean’s […]

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When You Can’t Sleep. And Prayers Aren’t Enough.

A cock-a-doodle do reminds me that morning is coming. Sun peering over the horizon. Barely. And I cannot sleep. It’s my teen.  I worry.  And I think about her far too much. And to be honest.  It is tough.  Taking each child.  Each moment.  Each hour.  And trusting. Placing them carefully, wholeheartedly, intentionally…..in God’s hands. Yet, […]

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