Protected: Jen & Steve’s story

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Go easy mama

Ahh summertime. Something stirs in me today. It has been brewing for a few days partially hinged on my new-found…

#ThanksDad

A few weeks ago, I had the opportunity to work with two families, one wishing to make an adoption plan and the other wishing to adopt. We gathered at the Symbibazo Center. By all accounts, what happened during that meeting can only be described as divine. The overwhelming heartache, the sacrifice, the hurt was all met with hope that a carefully-crafted plan might serve to redeem this unborn child’s life. On the other side of this plan there was a sense of great joy, anticipation and, yes, hope.

How she must have felt.

As I prepare to hand my son back into the arms of his mother, I am reminded that I am quite literally handing him back into the hands of God. That God is the Author of his story, the Choreographer of our dance and the Composer of my Baby Moses’ life song. I am reminded of His promises to prosper us, even in the midst of suffering, and He is to be our Comfort. And from this comfort, we will be able to comfort others.

the sideline

I could sit on the sidelines. Oh! The view from the sidelines – imagine how easy I find it to…

The power of a tee shirt…

Here it is – the T-shirt that symbolizes restored brokenness and the tender process of knitting together that which is…

We need you.

I just got a text. Sibling group of three….know anyone that would take all three? My heart sank. Five years…