Category: foster parents
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N O A C C I D E N T S
I saw your picture today. You were in my “memories.” You won’t remember us – but we can never forget you. You came into our life as unexpectedly as you left. I’ll never forget the night at church when your mom walked in from the streets and asked me to pray for you in her…
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My Daughter’s Father
It really was a picture perfect moment. It was Ari’s third birthday this weekend, and there we sat, my wife and kids, my mother in law, and my daughter’s father. Wait, What? Yeah, you read that right. A little over a year ago he and I had our first face to face conversation. We talked…
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In The Waiting
Today has been a challenging day. The first half of our day was spent in a courtroom, listening to testimonies, drying tears from our eyes, and ultimately walking out in frustration because three hours produced very little direction for one little girl’s future. I’ve struggled to process all of that today. So, I’ve distracted myself…
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Coffee Together: Squat & Watch
(My apologies for my short hiatus from our regular Wednesday “Coffee Together” posts. There was no huge outcry at my absence, but just in case someone did notice, I apologize. My last three weeks have been pretty packed. Nevertheless, I’m back so let me share.) The phone rang a little over an hour ago, and…
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Your Little Red Wagon
Dear Noa, I’ve had you on my mind a lot lately. In the winter I can see your house from the interstate as I drive into work every day. I try to catch a glimpse of you through the barren trees that allow me to have a split second view. But all I ever get…
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Rise Up
The alarm startled me awake from a deep sleep. It was somewhere around 1am. “A Tornado warning has been issued for your area, please take cover immediately!” I got up and turned on the TV to see exactly what was happening. For the next two hours I watched as different parts of our community were…
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Pinch Me, I must be dreaming
Last night as I settled into bed, I had to wonder if I wasn’t already dreaming. The day, though long, full, and tiring, had been filled with so many beautiful glimpses of how God has allowed me to participate in His perfect plans right here in our city. Cadence has become a place where…
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Washing My Face and Worshipping
20 David got up from the floor, washed his face and combed his hair, put on a fresh change of clothes, then went into the sanctuary and worshiped. – 2 Samuel 12:20 (MSG) I cannot imagine what its like to lose a biological child, or any immediate family member, to death. The sadness our family has…
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Still believing that there are #NOAccidents
A little over a week ago, our journey as foster parents took a disappointing left turn. Uncertainty and questions seemed to overwhelm us. We needed answers and we needed reason to hope. I began to knock on doors, send emails, make phone calls but to no avail. A little over a week had gone by…
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In Over Our Head
I’ll admit this is probably the craziest and riskiest thing our family has ever done. But I can tell you with great confidence that becoming foster parents was one of the most significant decisions we have ever made. If you know anything about our family, you know that we are already a “big family.” I’m sure…