Leaving Blissful
Until very recently, I lived in a place called Blissful. Just as the name would imply, it was a terrific place to grow up. So…
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Is the Orphan My Neighbor?
Editor’s Note: We are so thankful to share with you the following guest post by Russell Moore, a husband, father, pastor, and author of the…
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When God Moves a Church
Camille Wheelock, a wife, mother, and speech pathologist, has seen God move first-hand in her church. Burdened with a desire to serve orphans in other…
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Do You Have a Desire to Adopt?
There were many logical reasons for my husband and I not to think seriously about adoption. We had three kids…shouldn’t we be thankful for them?…
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Courage, Gratitude, and Truth… oh my!
“Courage may be easy to define, but it usually comes into our lives through hard choices. When facing an unpredictable situation, the decision must be…
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Bonding Over a Bucket
“Ok, Lord, this is NOT helping with our bonding!” I was screaming the words to God in my heart as I tried to murmur reassuring…
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Wanting Your Kids to Win … What is Your Role in Their Success?
Recently one of the kids was up for one of the accomplishments offered in childhood. You know the list: student council, first chair in the…
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Sibling Rivalry, Restitution, and the Great Roll War
For the last seven weeks we have been living with my sister and her family. For the most part, we have had a wonderful time,…
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Step Five out of Angry: Times of Unique Stress
I went in for my every-three-and-a-half-months, I’ve-put-this-off-too-long, please-cut-my-hair-so-it-doesn’t-look-like-I’m-wearing-a-lampshade appointment at the hairdresser. I have a headful of decidedly curly, i.e. forgiving but frizzy hair, quickly becoming more frizzy and less forgiving. I believe the dialogue went something like this.
Hairstylist: Are you under a lot of stress?
Me: Um, well, yeah. Some.
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Children are a Gift!
Lately, I’ve been waist deep in a book I’m writing about child-loss. It’s a memoir and the full intent is to share hope and encouragement for women who have experienced pregnancy or infant child-loss. The story grips me. In fact, as I’m writing it, many times I find myself pulling back a bit to really carefully examine my experiences– what I felt and what I’ve gained. I’ve had multiple miscarriages and after each time, something different happened to me. A different feeling. A different lesson. Most importantly, God has taught me the beauty of who he is in my life, even in the midst of my pain. But one other lesson he’s sharing with me right now, is how blessed I am to have three beautiful children right here, how they are a gift and how I should treat them that way.
