I sat on a comfy chair by the lit fireplace in Katie’s living room with my feet propped up on the footrest in front of me. Katie sat directly across from me on the couch. It was Christmas break and our kids were running through the freshly cut paths of the woods on their land while us mommas were staying warm and cozy inside. I breathed in this moment. We shared our hopes and fears for our kids. We shared our dreams of how we could impact the lives of orphans. We shared our w

"Two are better than one, because they have a good return for their labor: If either of them falls down, one can help the other up. But pity anyone who falls and has no one to help them up.” Ecclesiastes 4:9-10 One of the best ways to fight through our fears is friendship. I strive to surround myself with other moms, Christian writers, and adoptive mommas because I need people who “get it.” Friendship is a gift and reminder that we aren’t alone, that our thoughts and fears ar

"Oh no, what have I done? What will people think?” These vulnerable questions fill my mind many mornings as I wake up to start a new day. Writing has given me a new level of vulnerability. Every time I hit send on a new blog post, I feel the need to run far away and disappear off the grid for a while. Luckily, I’ve resisted the urge. When my book comes out, I’ll probably just head to Mexico or somewhere remote. Vulnerability exposes the good, the bad, and the ugly about ourse

I have a longing and desire for fulfilled, quality relationships in my life. You, too? Whether it's a friendship or a romantic interest,

What happens when your life comes to a halt? All of your plans crumble into a million little bits around your feet like crumbs to the cake you were just about to eat. What do you do when this one thing hinged on this other thing that was bound to work out and then something happened to end it all? Everything was connected and so it all was lost. Dying hopes, dreams, plans, visions, even the deepest desires that you’ve never had the courage to share with anyone else. All of th

I love the local church. I’ve spent half of my life in a church building between growing up as a pastor’s kid and working in the church. Basically, I’m a self-proclaimed church expert. I could tell you hilarious, roll-on-the-floor-laughing stories about old ladies with bathroom issues and baptisms gone awry. I can also tell you heartbreaking stories about the hard and hurtful times for me and my family. I’ve seen it all, and I love it in spite of the hard times. I don’t know