Nearly three years ago, in early December, the day came that we decided to move forward. A peace had come upon us with whispered assurances from the Lord … start now. After waiting for that peace for nearly seven years, it seemed like a dream; picking up the phone, contacting the agency, and saying, “Please mail me an adoption application.”
To this day I can still vividly remember all the details of a darling vintage painting my mom hung in my girlhood room…
One evening not long ago we had just settled our family down for dinner, hushing our four kiddos and instructing them to close their eyes and fold their hands for prayer…
I recognized that this is the kind of legacy I desired to leave for my children; a spiritual heritage that will be just as real and powerful to them when they are 84 years old as it is during the child-raising years…
Loving people in intentional ways like this has become a bit more challenging since having children…
It all started one blustery autumn day in late October…