I don’t think I’ll ever forget the first time I received a child life history on a little girl who would soon become our daughter. It was an overwhelming moment. As I sat my kitchen table that day, I was flooded with mixed emotions. This stack of paper represented a moment that we had…
Every Sunday for my entire childhood we would go to my grandmother’s house after church. We would pull in the driveway and grab our little brown grocery bags full of “play clothes” and run full-speed into the house to change so that we could get down to the real Sunday business of playing with our…
It was mid-January, 2013. I was in the middle of a 21 day fast with our entire church. One day as I left work, my phone rang. On the other end of the line was one of my friends, a social worker at a local child placement agency. She was frustrated. I listened. In separate cars,…
Our biological daughter was 11 years old when we made the decision to add to our family through foster care adoption. To say that she was excited would be a gross understatement – she couldn’t wait to have a sister! At 11 years old she was extremely weary of being the only child. She had…
Potatoes. They’re perfect. Fried. Chipped. Mashed. Hashed. Loaded. Scalloped. Shredded. Boiled. Broiled. Hungry? In the hands of even the most inexperienced chef, a potato can bring us satisfaction and joy. I don’t think I know anyone who doesn’t like potatoes in one form or another. Potatoes are perfect. Have you ever stopped to think about…