Small town girl with big world vision
I was recently talking with a friend about the idea of “sowing” into someone else’s life. So often in hosting, we focus on the sowing that we do in the lives of these children—we keep showing them love and healthy relationships and the heart of the One who loves them the most, and we hope…
We are home. It is good to be home. And yet. She is not home. A letter from family was waiting for her in the pile of mail. A reminder of what has been lost and what still remains. And she looks at me, with tears in her eyes, and I am… what? A promise…
We finally made it….New York City!! To say that Sunshine dreamed of being here is a bit of an understatement. She asked me within the first half hour of meeting her over Christmas about New York City. She talked about it constantly—almost to the point of frustration. But it was also really clear to me…
“I change after America.” She tells me this in the midst of catching up on her life: her friends, her activities, where relationships stand. I am surprised. She puts on a tough exterior, this girl of mine. Heavy matters are dismissed with a shrug, everything is “whatever,” and life is transient. This girl, surrounded her…
We only have one body. One life. We are told to care for it, to respect it, to live it out the way we want to live. But sometimes life acts on us. Things out of our control move into our world and spiral it sideways. And we are left with scars. Memories of pain. …
I am learning very quickly that rehosting is like sailing with a trusted crew through new and dangerous waters. I think that is probably true of every new phase of a valued relationship: adoption, marriage, sending off a child into the world, bringing a friend into the circle of family. Moments of revelation come more…
She is home. She is all the sass and light I love. She told me she thought I was stupid woman within the first five minutes. She asked me about my love life before we left the airport. She had opinions about skirts and American food and my new car (Foo. This is minivan. Big…
They are in the air. Somewhere over the ocean, near Canada now, they are making their way to us. I’m getting in my car soon to drive the four hours to the airport, and I can hardly sit still. It won’t be long now. As I wait for Stephanie and her kids to arrive so…
