I was so dang tired. Your brother still wasn’t sleeping. My body was still recovering from my csection, but we knew
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Imagine This.
Driving away. Driving away from your home. The only home you have ever known.
It’s Messy.
I need to be all in. Superficially, I am. I preach about openness and having a heart for foster care.
All Things Gold Glitter.
I know everyone's heart is different and sadly not everyone views my kids the way I do. I love them all equally and I will do everything in my power to make sure they each feel that love and to make sure others in our circle don't make them feel differently.
Saying Goodbye.
We were committed to saying yes for as long as we were needed, for as long as we were helping, for as long as we were called.
Year One.
January 5, 2017, we got the call for an emergency placement for a 4-year-old boy. The call was for you. You came to us with the clothes on your back and a shy smile on your face.
The Other Women.
Other women have those memories.
Try This.
My family wasn’t made like yours, but you still acknowledge that we’re a family. Thank you.
My Ministry.
This stuff is hard.
The Call.
It was a wintry Thursday afternoon when I got the call. A call for a boy that needed to be placed immediately. I rushed off the phone to call my husband and confirm we are open to say yes.
