A Story Worth Telling

A story worth telling

A lot has happened since my last blog post and I figured it was about time I put it into writing.  I have a feeling that the story I am about to tell is going to be one of my favorites.  Actually, I’m sure of it.  I am telling this story for me, for you, but most of all, for my son.  I don’t ever want to forget the details because, after all, they are what make the story. Continue reading


Walk on the wild side

We are a family with wild ideas (or perhaps I’m the one with the wild ideas and the rest of the crew just goes along with it.  No need to split hairs.).  One of these ideas is to see all 50 states with our kids before they graduate high school.  I would like to tell you that this idea came solely out of our desire to show our kids the United States and let them experience all this country has to offer.  That certainly is part of it but then there’s also the fact that we really want to see all 50 states, too! Continue reading

A thank you letter

Thank you letter

So, I bailed.  I haven’t written since September and that’s because life got crazy and hard and it became something that I struggled to wrap my mind around.  However, as I watched a friend launch her new blog yesterday, I took a minute to revisit mine.  Its certainly nothing special but as I re-read my posts, it was like giving myself a pep talk.  One that was much needed.  So here I am again but before I move forward, I have to take a step back. Continue reading

He always shows up

For who He isI am a planner.  I like to be in control.  I like to know what the next step is and I like those steps to be neatly outlined on a to do list–please and thank you.

When God called us to adopt, we had absolutely no idea where to start or what the whole process would entail.  We spent hours upon hours researching different adoption routes–from domestic to international adoption.  I had spreadsheets filled with fees and requirements and other pertinent information.  I had notes all over the place and printouts to be reviewed.  We were overwhelmed.  At one point it became so overwhelming that the simplest option seemed to be just to throw in the towel and say “we tried”.  However, God didn’t call us to just try so we did the only thing we could think of–we prayed.  We prayed and God led us to Africa.  We prayed and God helped us to find the right agency for us.  We prayed and God helped us get the funds we needed to submit all of our paperwork.  We prayed and God gave us peace.  I learned a lot about who was really in control during those first few months of our adoption process and this is a lesson that I continue to learn as we are in this season of waiting.

These last few weeks, things have gotten a little hectic in my world.  There is a lot of uncertainty, a lot of waiting and those things don’t sit well with someone who needs a plan.  I’ve let that uncertainty turn to worry.  The kind of worry that leaves your stomach feeling uneasy–you know the feeling?   I’ve been turning to scripture to help me in this time of waiting and that certainly has helped to ease my mind but today has been the day where God has decided to show up and remind me that He was here all along.   Within a matter of a few hours, three different things that I was worrying about were resolved.  I could not believe it….but I should have.

Today I’m grateful.  Not because I have all of the answers but because HE does.  My worry will be replaced with gratitude–not because of my situation and not because of what He has done for me but simply because of who He is.

Happy Saturday, friends.  Choose gratitude today.  Your day will be a whole lot brighter.


Attitude of GratitudeI was convicted last week.  Not the kind of convicted that leaves me with a glaring police record (don’t worry, Dad!) but the kind of convicted that stops me in my tracks and makes me do some honest to goodness thinking.  The kind of convicted that humbles you and reminds you that you really don’t have it all figured out.  So here I am.  Laying it all out for you in hopes that you can take something away from my story.

This past Sunday, our pastor preached a sermon on having an “attitude of gratitude”.  He mentioned how the timing of his sermon was a little unconventional since it was the Sunday after Thanksgiving.  However, the timing of his sermon was perfect.  The week before Thanksgiving we weren’t at our home church.  We were in Dallas, Texas.  (Remind me to tell you about that sometime)  Had he preached his sermon when it would “traditionally” be taught, I would have missed it entirely.  Why is this relevant?  Well, it’s relevant because my attitude has certainly not been one of gratitude lately.  Don’t get me wrong though.  If you were to walk up to me and start a conversation, I would be all smiles and positivity.  Just please don’t ask my family about my attitude.

There have been too many dishes to be done.  A bottomless pit of laundry.  Mouths to be fed.  Errands. Cleaning.  What is this “me time” I hear so much about anyway?  I had hit my limit.  Even the most mundane 2-minute task would have me grumbling on the inside.  What in the world happened to me?  I was voted “Most Optimistic” in high school (my parents have ever since demanded a recount) and here I am with so much ungratefulness.  I was convicted.  Then I sat in my seat at church and listened to my pastor say that we are to be grateful always.  Always.  That includes when we feel completely exhausted or like life has kicked us down.

Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God’s will for you in Christ Jesus.  (1 Thessalonians 5:16-18)

When we are ungrateful, its almost like we’re telling God that what He has given us isn’t enough.  I can’t speak for you but I know that I would never in a million years stand in front of God and tell Him that He completely short-changed me as I list my “grievances”.  What God has given me is MORE than enough.  If God never gave me a single thing, He already gave me enough when He gave us His Son.  As we close the door on Thanksgiving and welcome in Christmas, I want to be sure to always remember that.  We wait in anticipation for the birth of the greatest gift we will ever receive–its not wrapped under the tree; it was found in a manger.

This week my attitude is changing.  I can’t change it on my own.  Like all other areas of my life, I need Him and His help to change the ungratefulness that has slowly creeped in.  As I do those dishes, I will be glad that I have dishes to wash.  As I do laundry, I will praise God that I have clothing to clothe my family.  As I feed those mouths, I will be thankful that God has blessed me with those mouths to feed and the food to do it.  So much of what I have grumbled about is something that others are longing for and I don’t ever want to take that for granted.

Enough  I’ll be praying that God helps me to have an attitude of gratitude and I’d love to pray for you, too.