In honor of this new skin on the old blog, I’m throwing an open house. For the month of July and into the first days of August I am going to introduce you to some others in my life who have their real stories of how He has used the seemingly “bitter”...
In honor of this new skin on the old blog, I’m throwing an open house. For the month of July and into the first days of August I am going to introduce you to some others in my life who have their real stories of how He has used the seemingly “bitter”...
We’d waited for children for years and here we were — bags packed. We walked the streets of our favorite neighborhood at the foot of the Blue Ridge Mountains the night before our plane flight to Ethiopia to go get them. I’d finally given...
I walked across a dust-filled field between the slums and the road where we’d parked our car and hugged a woman who’d fought with the strength of her life for a child that would now be mine. She’d heard the infant screams that broke the silence of...
There’s one kind of woman that still makes me cry. She stretches big bows around pink wrapping paper and makes casseroles when the mama is still hobbling the stairs and bleeding after-birth and she might as well start a pinterest account just for one year-old...
The yards between Katie Wernert’s and mine all bled together like one collective playground. We innocently took tomatoes from her neighbor’s garden and sold them on the street. There were no boundary lines for little girls who were discovering the world....
