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“Of My Own” {what our language about adoption reveals about our hearts}

“If Mommy gets a baby in her belly, will you send me back?” she asked him, with nervous eyes searching the floor, inhaling the shame of those words as if they were her indictment. It’s often near the surface for this one — not the year she was “chosen” and a mommy and daddy flew all the way across the…
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When Hunger Cracks You Open

There must be more. I was 15 and full of expectation when I came to know God, personally. Everything about Him felt new. I filled the pages of a yellow legal pad (turned-prayer-journal) with Scripture I’d never read before and made long lists of names of those around me whom I wanted to see impacted for God. I dreamed about…
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How to Keep Hoping Even When it Feels Pointless

It was on the same day the baby was born that I sat with her. Her body had been drained, almost all the life she thought she had was poured out into 7 pounds of flesh that had her eyes and his chin. She was a mother now. In mere hours of labor she’d inherited a lifetime. Just as I…
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You’re Not Too Old To Dream {updated with November’s adoration}

At age eleven, I used my flash light to speak in morse code to Allison Noe across the back-yard — from my window to hers — after the sun had set and it was bedtime. Daylight wasn’t enough for this friendship between dreamers. We choreographed dances during the day, carefree, and talked for hours about who we would be one day when…
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