Quar-anxiety

The anxiety of this quarantine can be summed up in a few words: Xanax, constantly trying to find a new normal, hiding in the bathroom for more than 2 seconds of peace and quiet, and oh yeah, more Xanax. Being …

It’s Been a Long Time..

I don’t really know what inspired me to dust off the old blog and start writing about our life again, but man does it feel good! So much has changed since my last post a year and a half ago. …

His Plans Are Not My Plans; They Are Better

We can set our expectations, our ways, and our path, but there’s no guarantee that any of our plans will work out the way we intend. I mean is there anything in life that goes exactly how we want it …

We Will Make It

I hear your whimpers ring through my ears as your big, bright eyes stare up at me. You’re so tiny and frail yet you don’t look away for even a minute. I wonder how this was the life that was …

Behind Closed Doors

Have you ever held a broken child in your arms as they cried out for their mommy, hoping, wishing, praying you could do anything to take the pain away? Have you ever tried brushing the teeth of a 2 year …

Believing For a Miracle

It has been over 3 years since we began trying to grow our family biologically. The past 3 years have taken us on a journey I never thought I would go on. We have experienced countless doctor’s offices, fertility clinics, …

Loves Heals All

I hold on tight as I embrace the hug from my foster daughter. Her legs awkwardly fumble to get comfortable as she wraps them around me as if she were a mere toddler. Her small frame can be felt as …

Sheltered

24 children. All ages 8 and under. Taken from their families, their surroundings, and any and all familiarity they might have. That was the reality for all of these children in our county this week alone. They are sent many …

Your Name

I stare down at my wrist as I swiftly hit the keys on the laptop keyboard. My heart skips a beat and my lungs forget to breathe in the air they need to survive. I see your name written on …

When Wasps Become Butterflies

When I was first born my parents were living on a countryside in rural Missouri. They rented a big, old farm house bordering the Missouri State Penitentiary that had a life of its own,  including mushrooms growing from the carpet, a swarm …