Want to go on an adventure? Great! Then we need to talk about something first. It is unfortunate to me that our idea of relationship has deteriorated to a quick text, a comment under a post, or a thumbs up. Somehow the internet has made me feel like I’m reading a billboard instead of having a conversation.… Continue reading Let me introduce myself…

Yesterday didn't start out like a good dream. Unless of course, you consider waking up to a filthy kitchen a dream come true. My first moments of consciousness were welcomed by the irritation that comes when the young men I live with don't do what they say they are going to do. Instead of a… Continue reading Big Dreams Start Here

In the last blog, I invited you to join me on a journey. We asked God to love us up close, intimately. I don't know about you, but when I think of intimacy, visions of candles, sweet conversation over coffee, and hopefully chocolate drift through my mind. I daydream longingly about all the possibilities of… Continue reading Intimacy Exposed

For the past few years, I have prayed and asked God for a word that I might focus on in the year to come. The last two years my words were order and restoration. This year, my word both frightens and excites me. It is INTIMACY. The following are definitions from the Webster's Dictionary 1828… Continue reading Love Me Up Close…

I've been thinking a lot about what it means to hope lately. Actually, if I'm honest, I've been thinking more about hopelessness. And, yet, it's almost Christmas. The season of hope, joy, peace, and love. However, I don't think I've ever felt the heartbreak of life like I have this year. My eyes have rested… Continue reading It’s almost Christmas…

We have three young men's lives in our hands. Lives that so far have experienced neglect, abuse, and abandonment. Lives that are broken and aren't just laying in pieces but lives that are missing pieces all together. I lay there, staring at the ceiling. God, how do we do this? Who are we to heal… Continue reading Fighting With Hope

I am an unknown mother. I stayed seated at church when all the mothers in the room were asked to stand up. I clapped and smiled for them and the little ones by their side, in their arms, or filling out their tummies. Not many know that four years ago exactly I could have stood… Continue reading An Unknown Mother

The other day I prepared for love. In the afternoon, I was going to be picking up a young man (who we will call Sam) that was going to live with us for the next year. I made sure there was food in the fridge. I straightened furniture and washed sheets. I wanted everything to… Continue reading Preparing for Love

The red light was just long enough to break my heart. I glanced over and saw him, the same age as one of my nephews, and he was staring out the window. Dirty blond hair hung long around the small boy's smudged face. His eyes stared out the window, but they weren't seeing the world… Continue reading A Dying Child