I stepped hesitantly out of the rented van, gazing uncertainly at the unfamiliar surroundings. The sweltering July air was oppressively humid and it was hard to breathe. The run-down New Orleans neighborhood was dismal and poor. Dirty children roamed the street unsupervised, and lo
A Fearful YesI recently had a very busy week full of coffee dates, client meetings, meals with lovely people in our church community, family get-togethers, our Wednesday night Life Group, and what felt like a whole bunch of other appointments and errands.
Out of breath, overwhelmed, in the middle of a big city, I glanced for the hundredth time at the route on my phone. Which bus was I supposed to take? What time does it get here? Am I on the right side of the street? Why in the world did I decide to do this? Last year our family took a trip to San Francisco.
A few months ago a repairman was working on a project at our house while our six children sat eating lunch around the kitchen table. “Oh, do you run a daycare?” he asked as he observed them. Chuckling, I told him that all the kids were ours. He seemed shocked by my words. “Seriously?” I smiled and nodded, telling him that we had adopted four of