Category Archives: Trusting Jesus
another moment in adoption
Her little face appeared on our computer screen A bit blank, sad, pensive An accepting face Her future unknown, her past difficult And she is only eighteen months old She has experienced sickness and abandonment orphanage life and the long … Continue reading
Rest
When they worshiped My heart slowed, and my pulse My breathing, and the pounding in my head from too much caffeine and too many details. When they worshiped God showed me pictures images and smells and sounds A beautiful scene … Continue reading
Overcome
This week was the anniversary of our leaving our home in Bundibugyo. The anniversary of the day we cried and we hugged and we trusted and we shifted and we carried memories and left so much behind. The day when … Continue reading
Freedom Day
Our non-traditional Fourth included no family or friends, no bbqs or parties. Just us. Us four. Doing our thing. Reading The Mysterious Benedict Society together, top recommendations. Grilling hamburgers and dipping artichokes together. Creating homemade art and decorations together. Watching … Continue reading
Burbling
I read this today, and it caught me right between the eyes. In a good way. Yes, this. This is what I am in the midst of. Sometimes simply knowing someone else has been there too and has made the … Continue reading
He stoops, for me . . . .
After a wonderful long weekend away (pictures and stories forthcoming!) It’s been a long two days of sickness since we’ve been back . . . . . lots of coughing and tissues and puffing of inhalers and grouchy voices calling … Continue reading
“My dog’s in jail”
Imagine loving your dog so much that you’d sleep outside on the streets during winter so that you could keep him with you. . . . . . Imagine your Christmas present coming early on Christmas Eve and being . … Continue reading
Bedtime Prayer
Several people have asked me to teach them how to pray over their children at night . . God taught us more of this as we endured the forces of evil focused against our children in Bundibugyo. Today I found … Continue reading
Snow-girl or “Rest”
Rest is a girl in the snow, backpack flung to the side, lunchbox discarded in powdery white . . . . .twirling, twirling . . . . .arms outstretched . . . head upturned . . . mouth wide and … Continue reading
Rest-less
The house is quiet after a full day of friends and family, dancing and games, cooking and baking. Our little home can hold more than it’s capacity of children coming and going, parents picking up and dropping off, and discussions … Continue reading