Our adventure of starting a family and the realization that God has much bigger plans...
Adoption Dinner Fundraiser...A Reminder!
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Just a reminder that our Adoption Fundraiser is taking place next Saturday, December 10th at 5pm. We don't want you to miss this! Click on the picture below for more details:)
I remember the very first night home with Biruk and thinking to myself, “I can’t believe I am a mom.” As I stared down at his little chubby face, thinking about the many miles we had crossed over the ocean to bring him home, it felt surreal. After many months of hoping, praying, and wishing that we would have a child, we were now officially parents. Fast forward 13 years, and I’m not sure that I fully understood the weight I would feel being a white mom of a black child. I had read the books and articles our adoption agency had required us to read and had talked to numerous adoptive parents who were raising children whose skin color did not match them, but I’m not sure than any of them could fully prepare you for the world in which we raise our kids. Over the years we’ve experienced our share of looks, questions, and even ignorant comments, but nothing could prepare me for the first time that my son came home after a classmate, in his anger, had called hi...
When I was about five years into being a Youth Pastor, I met a group of kids that changed my life. Many of you reading this, who know me personally, have probably heard me talk about them numerous times. Nate and I happened to live in the parsonage next door to the church I was serving at at the time, and would routinely come home to a group of boys that I would have described then as "rough around the edges." They dressed mostly in black, had long hair, and sometimes even had black painted fingernails. They loved to smoke, and they loved to skateboard. After a few days of watching them through our window, Nate and I went outside and brought them some sodas. We introduced ourselves, told them I was the Youth Pastor at the church, and invited them to come to youth group. While they politely declined our invitation, we continued to invite them over and over again, attempted to skate with them, and fill them with snacks. Until one day, ...
The past three years of my life, blogging has become somewhat therapuetic. At first, I wrote to share about our journey, but it quickly turned into so much more. Writing became a way that I could not only share the details of our journey, but the also the chapters of a story written by a God who had so much more in store for my life. He has never ceased to amaze me as each chapter has been revealed, chapters that contain some of the darkest and hardest moments of my life, and chapters that contained a level of joy, grace and love that I didn't even know existed. As I have shared each chapter, I have always imagined writing about the one that would contain the details of meeting our child(ren) for the first time. There were so many days I didn't think it would ever happen, and even as I type this morning, I am in awe that it has finally come. I am not sure that my words and writing can do the moments of grace that God has given us justice, b...
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