There are things with an adopted child (a very short word)

There are things with an adopted child. Things like teaching them the months of the year in order at 15 because you realize they never learned them in their disrupted kindergarten years. Things like not having the sweet momma memories of them sleeping in your arms or holding your hand as they gaze lovingly up

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Of being “worn”, the power of community, a confession, and a choice

There are days.  They often come in waves. I wake up and I feel a heaviness on my chest.  Nothing tragic, just the wear of the day to day. The loneliness, the weariness, I am tired. I put on the song “Worn” by Tenth Avenue North (video and lyrics here) and lift my tear-filled eyes. The lyrics

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Processing Pain and Finding Hope on a Hopeless day

I had a long season in my life where I avoided pain.  My motto being, “Can’t change this, so let’s just move on”.  Always the positive one.  Always the one that knows all things work together for good. That worked for a significant period of time. Until it didn’t. The weird thing about processing pain is that it

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