Category: Foster Care Adoption
I’ve been wanting to share about Lady M’s adoption day for quite some time. Yet, every time I sat down to write, I would get stuck. How do I appropriately honor a day that was so beautiful for our family, yet tragic at the same time? I’ve seen this quote a few times, and it makes me stop and catch...
Sometimes, God Changes Our Circumstances for a Purpose Due to a whole series of circumstances, we’ve started to explore new churches. Most recently, Honyay and I were discussing whether we should wait until after Christmas or start checking things out now. Last week, I felt a strong sense of urgency that we needed to start now. He agreed, and we...
As Tom Petty so eloquently stated, “The waiting is the hardest part.” It’s been about a month since we first met Lady M. It’s hard to even fathom our world 2 months ago before we knew anything about her. We all agree that she’s part of the family. Except for when she’s not. Not that we ever DON’T want her...
Dear Lady M, You’ve been on my mind so much over the past couple weeks. I can’t believe I’m going to meet you next weekend! I’m simultaneously excited and nervous. On one hand…I’m already creating a space for you…in my heart, in our home, with our family… It feels so strange that I could already be falling in love with...
Our Experience with Adopting from Foster Care After we had an approved home study, we spent a year wandering in the proverbial desert (yes, sadly, this post is “Desert Time,” not “Dessert Time”). Cheyenne was one of many kids we found on a Heart Gallery. Each time, we submitted an inquiry and got no answer, or a generic, “Thanks, but you’re...
It’s getting real. Finally some forward progress on adoption. We found a 14-year-old girl, Cheyenne, on the Heart Gallery who seems like she could be a fit for our family. Watching her video truly touched our hearts. So, we attempted to express interest and were told that our agency had to submit our approved home study. It’s No Secret that...
God Put Foster Care Adoption on My Heart 10 Years Earlier When you’re 35, single, and your mother’s only hope for grandchildren, you start to think outside the box. The good old biological clock was ticking, my mom kept reminding me I wasn’t getting any younger, and I was starting to feel desperate to have some sort of legacy to...