Foster Parenting AGAIN!

Zachary’s painting hangs in the hall with my other kids’ artwork. He has a baby box and photo albums and ornaments on my Christmas tree. Zachary lived with us for 13 months and 2 days. He came to us as a 2 year old underdeveloped, abused, neglected, terrified child. He had sorrow in his eyes…

Re|learn Truth

It’s funny because sometimes you relearn a lesson you thought you knew, and you’re sure you’ve been trying to teach it to everyone else only to learn it was you that wasn’t getting it.  This season of life has been so bittersweet: losses and gains have swirled together in such a strange way it’s hard…

And That’s Enough

I can’t wait for them to go to bed. It’s around 7 PM and I’m thinking- I just have one more hour until it’s quiet.  And then it’s 8:30 and it’s quiet and I’m wishing they were still awake. Only calm and adult-like, or maybe actually adults. I’m lonely. I’m alone now, with the dog beside me…

an apology

When I was a very little girl, I had a babysitter.  She lived near my home and was friends with my mother. At that time she was just a young girl herself, in middle school I suppose and I was about three years old. As she grew older, she also grew closer to my family….

The rest of the story

I originally wrote this on May 3, 2014 and it was password protected for the last four years. I’m no longer hiding the truth and God is using my story in the lives of others. Dig right in, won’t you😉

Bullies Suck, Part 2

In regards to my own bullying story, God really erased this time in my life from my emotional radar. I no longer think this way, I no longer am a mad girl, I do not inadvertently test myself against teenage-me and have not for a very, very long time.  I do not carry sadness or…

Wednesday Nights

So. We are “back in church”. Not that we were missing all this time. No, we have gone. We have always gone. Somewhere. Sometimes for a couple years. Sometimes for a few months. Sometimes sporadically. But since about 2007 we have just been a little bit lost. We were there but we weren’t “in”. Greg…

It’s been six years this week.

On September 22, 2007, Jeff* left. We were given two hours to bring him to DCS a few days earlier than the two weeks we were supposed to have. I took him to moms. To say bye. Greg left work and headed our way. I rushed to our house to pack his clothes and gather…

Bullies Suck

I had a bully. For almost two years. We didn’t call it that, then, in high school. Or I didn’t. “Bullies” were the big scary kid on the playground that pushed kids down- right? Maybe. But there can be more to it than that. Especially with girls. I tell you what, bullies sucks. She was…

afraid.

I’ve been reading the Divergent series (as you know if you keep up with this blog a little bit) and in it there is a deep focus on fear. Not fear itself but what specifically these characters fear…and attempting to overcome those fears. For some characters they remember child abuse they suffered, or kidnapping. One fears…