What I wanted

I wanted it to be special. I wanted the Hallmark-card-commercial kind of a day that would be epically memorable for…

He still waits.

hey’re not just sad faces on a commercial about the world’s hurting children, or statistics in a brochure, or part of a donation appeal video shared on social media. They are as real as the children you hugged and kissed goodnight who now lay sleeping in their beds. Except the ones I can’t stop thinking about are tied to the posts of the cribs with wooden boards they lay on with simply a blanket to comfort them. And they didn’t get a bedtime snack, or a goodnight kiss…sigh…this isn’t a guilt trip….hang with me…

A Million Miles to Madison

The minute I read that, I knew she was meant to be my daughter, for I have asked a similar question of God many times over my adult life, “When Lord, when will I get one to keep?”

          This day, He whispered back, “She’s yours”.

You matter

    I got a call today for a family in need of one of the diaper bags we had…