~The Hellish but Beautiful Journey that is Adoption~

The heart of an adopted child is a most mysterious place. It contains soul contradictions, painful memories, haunting fears. It can be a place of deep wisdom, frustrating lies, undying love, or cold indifference. For those adoptees who choose to engage in the understanding of their heart, they may find that they often feel like […]

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Seriously, the BEST salad dressing Ever.

You know how really great movies always seem to have a sidekick that steals the show? You end up loving the supporting actor better than the A-lister. This Fantasmo Strawberry Salad that I have made for years has been totally upstaged by its sidekick dressing, a deliciously sweet, red wine vinaigrette. The A-lister salad and […]

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If we ever want to know why the world wants nothing to do with Jesus, we need look no further than ourselves.

Dear Church, I barely even recognize you any more. Several years ago, while in ministry, I seriously considered parting ways for a while. Every Sunday was grueling. Rituals, fake smiles, shallow words. You may smile at me Sunday in the lobby of the sanctuary, but heaven forbid you should speak to me if I bump […]

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Gloriously Ruined by Adoption

November is National Adoption Awareness Month. How perfectly fitting for it to be in the month we celebrate Thanksgiving. Both the adoptive parent and the adoptee have so much to be thankful for. Though the adoption road is bumpy, long, and hard at times, it is gloriously redemptive, just as the Father’s adoption is of […]

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The Gift of Motherhood

Archived Post: I wrote this post a few months after Hope came home to us, but the sentiments are still as strong today as they were then. My life is the same as it’s always been. And yet, it’s so different. I’m still taking boys to school, football and guitar. I’m still behind in the […]

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Then Came Jesus ~ the quiet beauty of a soul found in Him

If I had to use one word to describe her it would be meek. I’ve never met her. Never spoke to her. I don’t even know her name. But I know she is meek. She wears it like a garment. Not one thing about her said, “Notice me.” She came into the doctor’s office, signed […]

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