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Adoption Is

Adoption is an oxymoron. It is as hard as it is easy. Filled with as much joy as it is sorrow. It is hot and cold simultaneously. Those who embark on the journey are no more amazing than you are or than I am. Individually we are created with our own unique purpose. When we walk in those paths, the world is an amazing place to be. Lives are changed, children and mothers are empowered.

Part of my path, my story, is the pursuit and support of foster care and adoption. Continually I meet wonderful, God-fearing families to encourage and support as their pursue their path.

Adoption is not for everyone. Learn to know the sound of God’s whisper on your heart so you can walk in the path that is meant for you. There you will find the strength and joy to live your best yes. While you do, please consider any small gift to help another family believing and chasing down theirs. And when you find yourself running hard down your path, smile, knowing you made a difference in this life too. A crowd sits behind you, unseen, cheering for you, praying for you, delighting in you. Chase your dream. There you will feel most alive.

I am only one,
But still I am one.

I cannot do everything,
But still I can do something.

And I will not let what I cannot do
Interfere with what I can do.

– Edward Everett Hale

Dear Teenage Girl

 

I see you flirting and having fun. I smile.

I see a shadow cross your face as the flirting takes a turn and you fawn for a boy’s attention.

I remember the rush of stealing a hand during a movie or sneaking a kiss when no one was looking.

I remember and I smile.

But I turn back to this crazy digital age and I skim them messages about who all saw your snap of your naked tush…

and I feel sick.

My eyes cry alligator tears and a my heart screams in agony.

This is not who you are.

You know that.

I know that.

Yet, this choice was made.

I want to call your parents.

But I don’t.

I imagine big strong arms to hold you while you grieve this ridiculous thing.

This not a big thing but yet this HUGE thing.

You know it deep in your heart but you push it away.

Push away the shame and the hurt.

Know this….

You are strong. You are able. You deserve the love of a thousand prince charmings. You deserve all the romantic dreams. The kisses. You also deserve respect. Self respect. Body awareness and the fullness of a mature love. You deserve to be comfortable in your skin. Just as no boy can use your body as an excuse for their actions, so you must control your body and rock it with dignity. Not shame and desperation. Beautiful, life giving dignity. Square up your shoulders and silence the doubts in your head that suggest you should settle for anything less.  You should not. And have you given more than you thought you wanted, ok. So what. Life is full of dead ends and U-turns. You can always turn back. Never believe the lie that you cannot turn back. Find a friend you trust, share a soul cleansing cry and try again. Find me… message me, text me, snap me. There is nothing you have done that will shock me because life and the internet. And because I don’t care about that thing. I care about your heart.

I believe in courage. In bravery. In second chances and fresh starts. In learning. In loving.

I believe in you.

With love ~ Me.

All the Feels & My Soap Box

Can we be real a minute?

We took on two more placements. At the time I’m draft this post,  my house has 8 children (again).

This is INSANE.

It makes perfect sense. This is my story – as, in mine, my families, not yours.

Yet I’m mad. I’m ticked at the world tonight.

It is INSANE that I have 8 children in my house and yet I know foster families, licensed foster families with no placements.

It is NOT RIGHT that there are children in shelters because fear has frozen families to the ground.

It won’t be easy.

It might hurt some.

It might be your soap box rant. I might be your worst nightmare.

But can we be real. There are hurting families all around us. It takes very little to find a way to help out.

Get going.

 

*mic drop* & a dramatic facepalm

 

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