Finally Finalizing

20Mar2018 Filed under: blah-blah-blog

May is a good month for my family.

In May 2014, this happened:

Violet Homecoming Collage

And now, FOUR years, four attorneys, a couple of home studies and enough Ugandan paperwork to reach the peak of Mt. Stanley LATER…

We finally, finally have our court date to finalize our daughter’s adoption!

None of us ever expected it to take this long, but apparently, the paperwork Uganda sends home with adoptees is quite different from most other countries, and it was difficult to find a local attorney who knew what to do with it (although several tried). I think Violet was about to lose hope that she’d ever legally have our last name, that she’d ever receive her citizenship or see her new name printed on a U.S. passport. She had well-meaning (but clearly misinformed) friends who expressed concerns that she would be deported, not understanding that she came here legally to begin with. Four years is a long time to live in limbo. We are all very relieved this stage is almost over!

So we will go to the courthouse on a certain morning in May, and we couldn’t be happier! If you have been part of this journey and would like to be there, let me know. I’ll send you the details and you can come celebrate with us!

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.
His love endures forever.

-Psalm 136:1

30 Days of Thanksgiving: Work

4Nov2017 Filed under: blah-blah-blog

I am grateful today for the opportunity to work. To not only contribute significantly to my household financially, but to enjoy (for the most part!) what I do AND the privilege of working from home.


I know I bellyache a lot on social media about how difficult it can be to work with a million distractions, and that is true. Any Work At Home Mom (WAHM) would agree. The flip side to the flexibility coin is that it’s super-easy to overextend yourself and not get enough accomplished because everyone at home needs something from you.

But the benefits outweigh the troubles, especially on nights like this, when I find an amazing deal on a hotel room and escape on a work-cation for the weekend. It’s midnight, I’m in my nightgown, sipping a cup of surprisingly good hotel lobby coffee (that runs free 24/7) and I’m getting paid for this. I may never sleep!

Anyway…freelance writing is a very feast-or-famine career. I spent several years in famine mode, so the fact that next month, I celebrate my one-year anniversary working steadily for one marketing firm? That is a really big deal!

I don’t take this blessing for granted, though. I know that it could end at any point because that’s just the way freelancing is. But I pray it lasts a long time…and that I don’t do anything to mess up this very good gift from God!

“And my God will supply every need of yours according to his riches in glory in Christ Jesus.” -Philippians 4:19 


30 Days of Thanksgiving: November

2Nov2017 Filed under: blah-blah-blog

Driving home from school today, the kids and I were talking about how much we like this time of the year. I was surprised to hear them say things similar to what I shared in this post two autumns ago, Saying Yes to November.

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The teenagers mentioned how much they can’t wait to eat turkey, but agreed that November is a nice pause between holidays. As you may have guessed, I am not a fan of jumping straight into Christmas after Halloween, though many of my friends are already listening to Bing Crosby crooning about a White Christmas.

(AND the Hallmark Channel has already started a steady stream of their holiday movies! Really, Hallmark? I count on being able to watch The Golden Girls, Frazier, Cheers and I Love Lucy when insomnia strikes. Now I’ve got nothing until January. Hmph!)

TV aside, I’m just so thankful to live where there are four true seasons, punctuated by a stunningly gorgeous autumn.


November is so blessedly cool here in Georgia, and so lovely. The juxtaposition of brilliant leaves against bright blue skies never ceases to thrill me.

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And when God’s handmade confetti falls, it’s perfect for piling up and playing in!


I am grateful for every cool, peaceful, golden November morning that brings to mind this verse:

“This is the day that the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it.” -Psalm 118:24




30 Days of Thanksgiving: Simple Faith

1Nov2017 Filed under: blah-blah-blog
Jesus Loves Me

I must admit: sometimes I think these “30 Days of Thankfulness” posts in November are kind of cheesy.

I mean, shouldn’t we be thankful every day of the year?

We should, of course. But lately, I’ve realized that I’ve fallen away from that discipline. The negativity of life has been so heavy lately that it’s been hard to look for the silver linings behind all the clouds. So I’m making myself find them in November, in the hopes that this focus on gratitude will help me recover some of the joy that’s been missing from daily life.

I truly believe that gratitude is one of the primary keys to happiness, even if my own behavior fails to reflect that sometimes. When I was in my early 20s, I had an elderly Christian friend who exuded this kind of simple joy. We called her Sister Lowman, and she led the hospital ministry I volunteered with at our church. She barely came up to my shoulder, a rounded, gray-haired widow who needed a cane to get around her tiny, government-subsidized apartment. I used to kind of chuckle to myself over how often she would exhale little prayers of gratitude. We’d be driving down the road in her massive Pontiac Bonneville and she would just randomly sigh, “Thank you, Jesus” or “Thank you, Father!” One time, I asked her why she always did that. She said, “Because He’s gotten us safely down the road so far!” as if that was the most obvious thing in the world to be grateful for in that moment.

My younger self found her behavior eccentric, but now I understand the concept she was teaching me: no matter what is going on, there’s always something to be thankful for…even if it’s just driving five miles and arriving at a destination safely. Or just reflecting on the fact that Jesus loves you.

So, that is what I want to be grateful for on this first day of November: the gift of faith. Just the basic privilege of being connected to a God so much bigger than I, so much more powerful than anything life throws at me.

“Therefore let us be grateful for receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, and thus let us offer to God acceptable worship, with reverence and awe.” -Hebrews 12:28

Thank you, God, for the privilege of plugging into your unshakable kingdom.


Memorial Stones

6Jul2017 Filed under: blah-blah-blog

In the Old Testament of the Bible, people were encouraged to make memorials at places where God did miraculous things. Often, these were made of stone and meant to be permanent reminders for future generations of what God had done in that place.

I think we are wise to create similar memorials in our own lives, whether tangible markers or written words, spoken tales or photographs. It is good to go back to places we have been and say, “This is my story. This is what God did for me. Let me talk about this, so that we never lose our sense of awe and wonder over the amazing things God has seen us through.”

July 6th is a memorial stone for our family because one year ago today, I almost lost my oldest son Zach. He was in a serious motorcycle accident in Melbourne, Florida. He lost control and hit the corner of a house–with his head. If he hadn’t been wearing a helmet, he’d have died on impact. We later found out that the first responders were told to prepare the scene for an investigation. I don’t remember the exact terminology my EMT friend gave me, but it was something used only when they expect a fatality.

We’re wrapping up another Florida vacation now. I made sure that we took a detour around Melbourne. I have no desire to ever revisit that stretch of highway that I sat on for hours, stuck in traffic, trying to get to my injured son, my husband and other kids who had all been visiting a relative when the accident happened. I don’t ever want to go to Melbourne again.

I don’t need to rehash how horrifying it was to see my son unconscious, blood-soaked and intubated. What it was like tag-teaming at the hospital so far from home, and seeing your child struggle so hard to regain what he lost. It’s been a long, hard year in many ways. I’m not going to go into all of that, either.

What I will do, though, is focus on the awe and wonder of God sparing my son. Life is so dang fragile, so short. Yesterday, a man was lost at sea, almost directly in front of our resort. A friend’s husband died of a massive heart attack yesterday, too. They all woke up yesterday thinking it would be a normal day. Just like I woke up July 6th, 2016 expecting a normal day on vacation. We just never know what the next minute holds. This moment–this one–it’s all we have.

I think about how different all my moments would’ve been if we’d lost Zach a year ago. It’s really unimaginable, though I see it in the lives of those around me who are trying to find a new normal with a huge piece of their hearts now gone. I’m so grateful that isn’t me, not now, not today. I feel absolutely terrible for saying that, but I know how it feels to come so close. None of us deserve the blessing of being spared that pain.

All we can do now is say thanks to God by the way we live our lives, living the remainder of our days through Him and for Him.

For if there is one thing I can say about my God, He is a good, good Father.