Barefoot Before the Perfect Father

This article was orginally published in The Joyful Life Magazine and Christian Parenting.

https://joyfullifemagazine.com/holy-parenting/

https://www.christianparenting.org/articles/confident-parenting-barefoot-before-the-perfect-father/

“Didn’t you know? We live like animals around here,” I said, a bit embarrassed as we watched my daughter climb through our window, cradling a rabbit. The other mom’s face lit up. “Oh, we don’t have screens, either,” she said, smiling. “But I did notice your kids don’t wear shoes very often.” She proceeded to list the various times and events at which she’d witnessed my children without shoes.

The funny thing is, I didn’t recall half the times she mentioned. Jesus help me, I thought, I truly am raising animals. My head sunk back as they waved goodbye. The admission slipped out in a single breath, “Jesus, there are so many holes in my parenting.” His Spirit whipped back sharp and clear: It’s okay. I’m the One who can make them holy.

God isn’t surprised or disappointed that I’m not a perfect mom. If my kids do miraculously grab a shoe, they can’t find the other one, anyway! Still, I imagine He delights in watching their naked toes running through the grass.

He must’ve been pleased with His servant Moses, barefoot before the burning bush, and with Joshua, a mighty warrior, barefoot before the battle. “Take off your sandals,” He commanded them both, “for the place on which you are standing is holy ground” (Exodus 3:5; Joshua 5:15). Holy translates to ‘set apart.’ Before both men were commissioned into a form of battle, God first asked them to remove their shoes. I couldn’t help but think of how parenting sometimes feels like a battlefield. Is God asking us to remove our shoes as well? And if so, why?

In ancient culture, removing one’s shoes had great significance. It could signify many things: reverence, submission, the redemption of property, transfer of power, showing the legality of a purchase, or even a symbol of giving up one’s rights. It is a symbol of relinquishing control and humbling ourselves.

Yes, God can make the holes in my parenting holy. He can replace my anxiety with peace, exhaustion with a renewed mind, and frustration with joy. For this to happen, however, I need to give up my parental rights and hand them over to the perfect Father. There are areas in the hearts of my children that I can’t reach, no matter how hard I strain.

There are tears I don’t see.

There is pain they don’t share.

There are lies they believe.

There is innocence I can’t protect.

Let’s be honest, we never get the whole story of what happens at school; it isn’t possible to intercept every cruel word and relationship thrown at them. Sometimes things slip between the cracks. These places are holy ground. They must be set apart for the Lord. There is freedom when we learn to surrender our children to the perfect Father.

No matter how hard we try, there will be days our kids aren’t wearing shoes at Costco. Sometimes this happens because we are just human parents, stomping around in our big ole’ boots, thinking we’ve got this parenting thing all figured out. We may even think we love our kids more than God does. This lie violently twists and tightens around our shoes, making it feel impossible to ever take them off in submission. I’d lay down my life for my children in a heartbeat! But their Father in Heaven has already given everything for them.

I can’t beat that. I can’t love as God does.

When we yank those shoes off, the rocky terrain of faith may bruise and bloody our sensitive soles. Praise God! We have a Savior who kneels and cradles those steadfast mama feet. He gently washes and restores. Tenderly fitting them with readiness and peace, He prepares us to follow Him into battle (see Ephesians 6:15).

God’s ways are better for our children because His love is bigger. No parenting class, yoga pose, discipline strategy, special smoothie, or supplement will help us to fill in the tender areas where we fail as parents.

May we be a generation of parents bowing before the Great I AM, taking off our shoes, and declaring, “Only through His strength can we battle for the lives of our children!” He is the only Father that can comfort their silent whimpers, mend their broken spirits, heal their bruised hearts, and whisper directly to their souls, “you are loved, you are seen” when we cannot. May we intentionally dedicate them to the Heavenly Father, who never fails.

Parenting is holy ground. Let us be barefoot before the Lord.

Child, Do you Know Who You Are? 3 Principles to Help Affirm Your Tween’s Identity in Christ

This article was orignally published in The Joyful Life Magazine: https://joyfullifemagazine.com/affirm-your-childs-identity-in-christ/

Tweens today face an enormous amount of pressure to adapt their identities to the current culture: to dress a certain way, to engage in the same behaviors as the people around them, to consume particular types of media. But the truth is, God made them to live out their new identity in Christ, one that looks quite different from who the world is telling them to be.

Here are three practical ways to use Bible verses and prayer to help your kids cultivate their own faith in God and grow into their identities as they walk out the Christian life.

Godly parenting isn’t just teaching our children what we believe about God; it’s teaching what God believes about them.

My youngest son is, well, we call it ‘passionate’—about everything.

Once, he frantically called us to his bedroom before a big soccer game and said, “I don’t know what I will do. My nose is stuffed! How will I smell the victory tomorrow?!”

He was dead serious. Winning the big game was on his shoulders, and now that he’d lost his sense of smell, he was apparently worthless. This was a pattern we began to notice in him. If he couldn’t do something perfectly, he saw himself as insignificant. If he got nine out of ten correct on a math test, he was “terrible at math.” There was no gray area for our sweet boy.

He measured himself based on performance. Admittedly, I struggle with this, too. You don’t have to be a tween to hear Satan’s lies. The enemy wants us to focus on what we can or cannot do instead of our identity in Christ. But this begs the bigger question: Do our kids really know who they are?

I began to pray over how to approach this with my son. God revealed that although it’s holy and essential that we raise our children to know God, it’s equally important that we teach them what God knows about them.

This revelation changed everything in our home. I asked God to show me where to start, and He gave me three principles I hope will encourage you too.

TEACH THEM SCRIPTURES ABOUT THEIR IDENTITY IN CHRIST: CHILD, GOD PURPOSED YOU

When was the last time you told your kids that God knew their names before He created the Earth? Have you ever showed them the verse that proves it? I wasn’t sure if I had done those two things together. God led me to some prompts that I’d love to share:

SAY: “Did you know that God knew your name before He laid the foundations of the world? Before He said, ‘Let there be light,’ He said, ‘Let there be you.’”

SHOW:  “Even as he chose us in him before the foundation of the world, that we should be holy and blameless before him. In love he predestined us for adoption to himself as sons through Jesus Christ, according to the purpose of his will” (Ephesians 1:4-5a).

“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you” (Jeremiah 1:5a).

SAY:  “Did you know God created you with His very hands?”

SHOW:  “For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother’s womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made” (Psalm 139:13-14a).

SAY: “Do you know that God took the time to write a book about your life before you were born?”

SHOW: “Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them” (Psalm 139:16).

SAY: “God cares about everything you do and say.”

SHOW: “O LORD, you have searched me and known me! You know when I sit down and when I rise up; you discern my thoughts from afar. You search out my path and my lying down and are acquainted with all my ways. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O LORD, you know it altogether” (Psalm 139:1-4).

PERSONALIZE THE GOSPEL: CHILD, HE IS FOR YOU.

Do your kids know that all history weaves around the story of God pursuing them, crying out from a manger, and later crying out from a cross?

It was all for them. It can be challenging, however, for kids to relate to an all-inclusive statement such as, “God so loved the world.” If we personalize the gospel for our children, it comes alive and becomes more powerful to them. Try choosing Scripture verses based on what your child is going through and personalize the verses with his or her name.

“For God so loved [Jake] that he gave his one and only son” (Inspired by John 3:16).

“For [Jake] is his workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that he should walk in them” (Inspired by 1 Corinthians 2:10).

“For I know the plans I have for [Jake], declares the Lord, plans for welfare and not for evil, to give him a future and a hope” (Inspired by Jeremiah 29:11).

“For I am sure that neither death nor life, nor angels nor rulers, nor things present nor things to come, nor powers, nor height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate [Jake] from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord” (Inspired by Romans 8:38-39).

“Fear not, for I am with you, [Jake]; be not dismayed, for I am your God; I will strengthen you, I will help you, I will uphold you with my righteous right hand” (Inspired by Isaiah 41:10).

SAY AN IDENTITY PRAYER: CHILD, WHAT DO YOU BELIEVE?

Sometimes we forget that Jesus was a kid once, too. We focus on His adulthood because it’s when the majority of His ministry occurred. But it’s incredible to remind our kids that Jesus had a brother who thought He was crazy, and parents who joined a caravan without realizing they’d left without Him. To top it all, Jesus knew He was born to suffer and die.

The point is: Jesus gets it. He knows what our kids are going through. And when they pray at night, they can ask Him what He did to overcome these obstacles when He was their age.

How did Jesus endure childhood on Earth? It’s pretty simple:

1. He was fully man and fully God.

2. He knew exactly who He was.

3. He willingly depended on the Holy Spirit to guide Him.

I want my children to know precisely who they are, like Jesus. Below is a prayer I wrote for my kids to read out loud or repeat after me. I know that praying aloud can be uncomfortable, but I wholeheartedly encourage you to give this a try. For one thing, the enemy cannot read our thoughts, but he can hear what we say. Proclaiming these truths with our mouth is like putting a hedge of protection over our children.

“I believe you—

love me,

want me,

made me,

pursue me,

hold me,

hear me,

see me,

forgive me.

I believe you—

think of me,

died for me,

fight for me,

cry with me,

sing over me,

whisper to me,

run after me.

work through me,

have good plans for me.

I believe you are—

Emmanuel,

Wonderful Counselor,

Mighty God,

Prince of Peace,

Everlasting Father,

King Jesus,

Coming Jesus,

For me.”

My prayer is that our children understand that Jesus came not only for the salvation of the world as a global truth but also:

Jesus came down to Earth as a baby—for them.

Jesus suffered and hung on a cross—for them.

Jesus rose again and is coming back—for them.

This great love is not dependent on how many soccer games they win, or if they can create a masterpiece in art class, but because they are His masterpiece. My prayer is that our kids find their worth in His workmanship, not their own.

WHAT TO SAY WHEN YOUR KIDS ASK, “WHAT WILL HAPPEN?”

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Being a foster family, my kids have lots of questions.

Most common: “Mama, what do you think will happen?”

My common answer: “I don’t know, baby.”

After saying this the gazillionth time, God pressed on my heart,

“YOU may not know the answer, but I’m already there with whatever they’ll need to get through it!”

I was approaching this all wrong, allowing my children to depend on MY knowledge for peace.

THREE things God has taught me to do with my kiddos when they’re unsure about the future:

1. Teach them to pray for God’s purposes.
Instead of asking the Lord to share his plans for the future, we can pray with them, “Lord, whatever YOU want to happen tomorrow, we pray your will to be done.” His ways are higher!

2. Teach them to prepare their hearts.
God’s will often is not what WE think is best. But we can’t see the whole story of our lives like Father God. We can remind our kiddos that God is always good. This helps prepare their hearts to accept whatever the future holds…because a loving God holds it.

3. Encourage them to seize the day!
We can dig into TODAY, giving thanks for what (and who!) we have. Someday, our foster daughter may go back to her biological family. But, right now, we get to watch her dance to Michael Jackson in her diaper! We don’t know what will happen tomorrow, but it shouldn’t stop us from dancing TODAY!

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Stand Your Ground.

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Stand your ground, mamas!

Pull your husband close and dance barefoot in the kitchen.

Cradle your littles and kiss those chubby cheeks.
Hug your tweens and tell them they’ll always be your baby.
Grab that teenager and tickle those stinky feet.

Pray in the car.
Point to Jesus.
Serve when it’s hard.
Choose love when it hurts.

Be thankful.
Gather your family for meals every day.
Speak life every chance you get.
Choose worship over worry.

Live,
Read,
memorize,
and teach your children
The Word.

Give honor to the One who created your family.
Fall in love with Jesus by falling on your knees.
Courageously pour hope into your home.
Stand your ground, mammas.

have a mother’s courage.

 

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No One Would Take Her. So how many children are in foster care?

 

It’s Foster Care Awareness Month. To be honest, I wouldn’t have known that if we weren’t a foster family. But I’m thinking, for those of us living in SoCal, it would be good for us to start paying more attention because Los Angeles has the highest number of foster children in the NATION!

The. Nation.

Thirty-thousand kids are currently in the foster care system in LA. I had no idea before I started this journey. Our sweet foster daughter is from LA, and they called us because NO ONE WOULD TAKE HER – This is common. There are not enough foster families in LA, so the overflow calls get sent to Orange County and beyond.

On a side note, she just turned one and we couldn’t be more in love with her! 

 

I’ve had a lot of people ask me what it’s like– if I’m worried how it will affect my kids, and how we’ll feel if she is reunified with her bio parents. I’ve found it’s common for people to misunderstand what foster is and assume we “get to keep her” now that she’s been placed with us. I shared many of the same misconceptions about the system before we started this journey, so I thought I’d share some thoughts on the subject.😊

I’m attempting to keep this non-emotional (not a typical blog post for me!), and as informational as possible. However, this is how I perceive the information based on my personal experience with foster care thus far. Also, when I approached my Facebook Foster/Adoption group with the questions of misconceptions, there was a much longer list than what I’ve included here. This blog is just scraping the surface of a deep and complicated subject. But I will say, for the sake of complete transparency: The system is incredibly broken.

Misconceptions about Children in Foster Care

  1. Foster care means adoption.

I’ve had well-meaning, precious people say, “Congratulations” …not understanding that a kid who has been removed from their bio parents by DCFS, was taken because they were in danger of, or were being neglected or abused. However, the goal of the foster care system (judges, attorneys, social workers, therapists, investigators, rehab centers, parent educators, foster families) is to reunify these precious kiddos to their biological families. Adoption is the last resort and a result of their biological family not being well enough or safe enough to take them back home. For most of the foster families I know, if the adoption took place, it took two to three years to finalize. I have friends who’ve had children living with them for two years, and then they reunite with their biological family.

2. Parents who have their kids taken by DCFS really don’t want their kids.

In my experience, nothing could be further from the truth.  The court has given them a “case plan” designed (in theory) to provide them with the tools and healing to be the parents they want to be. I’ve heard many foster families say they wish they could take in the biological parents into their home, too. They need love and a family to support them. Unfortunately, with a large percentage of foster youth parents having been in the foster system themselves, that support is usually not set in place. And let’s be honest, no social worker, attorney, judge, or therapist can replace the healing power of a loving family, leading a child to a loving God.

3. Once you have a foster child in your home, you won’t have contact with the biological family besides court dates.

Biological parents are usually granted visitation with their children (even if they are in jail or rehab). We started with seeing our foster daughters’ mama four hours a week, then it was increased to nine hours a week. Some foster agencies will transport and monitor the visitation for the foster family. We, however, have been responsible for transporting and supervising the visitations for baby girls (until recently). The parents have court given time to work on their “case plan” and towards reunification–attending visitations and bonding with their children is typically part of that plan.

   4. Foster families are emotionally stronger than other families.

The number one comment I receive is, “I don’t know how you do it, I would get too attached.” Guess what? I am super attached. I’m no different than you, no foster family is. We aren’t stronger than anyone. Surrendered, yes. Strong, no.

If you are a person who would get too attached to children in foster care, then guess what?! You’re the perfect candidate to be a foster parent. Attachment is what these kids need.

Things you may not know:

*Statistics from CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocates)

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What Words Can’t Say

 

Images have power.

Some say the holocaust never happened.

But, we’ve seen the images.

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Some say, “Separate is Equal.”

But, we’ve seen the images.

 

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Some say, most refugees are terrorists.

But then we’ve seen the images.

 

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Some say there’s no injustice in America.

But, we’ve seen the images.

 

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Some say there’s no God, no hope, no love, nothing we can do to bring change.

But, I’ve seen the images.

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When I look into my brother and sisters eyes, the eyes of my children and foster daughter,

The eyes of my neighbor, no matter the color, gender, sexuality, ethnicity, or social status…

I see images.

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The images of God.

And images have power.

Power to pray. Power to protest. Power to preach. Power to love. Power to plead.

I admit it’s a hard time to navigate. Liking a Facebook post won’t bring change. I am inadequate to speak any authority over the situation because I have SO very much to learn. But as I cried for my foster daughter’s future, her precious mama and father, I prayed God would show me what to do. Here’s what he pressed on my heart-

We have a God-given, Spirit-led power to raise an anti-racist generation.

Have the hard talk and holy talk in your home tonight, with your friends, your husband, your children.

Not just once. But over and over.

We are living, breathing images. Let’s bring change.

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“God created man in His own image, in the image of God He created him; male and female He created them.” Genesis 1:27 NIV

 “In Christ’s family there can be no division into Jew and non-Jew, slave and free, male and female. Among us you are all equal. That is, we are all in a common relationship with Jesus Christ.” Galatians 3:28-29 MSG

Three Things to Do When You Don’t Know God’s Purpose or Plan

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GOD’S PURPOSE

Knowing you may not hold someone you love for much longer leaves the days feeling fresh and fragile. I remember sitting next to my Poppa when he was passing away. I listened carefully for the next breath, knowing any moment the next breath wouldn’t come. I wanted to be with him, inhale deeply next to him, sing to him, pray with him, hold his hand while it was still warm.

I find myself watching our foster daughter with similar thoughts breaking ashore–just allow one more day with her; Father God, give me more than one more breath.

With our baby girl, I can only plan for her needs six months at a time…because that’s how long it is between court dates and decisions. I turned down bigger sized clothing, walkers, and high chairs when she was first placed with us. Now, I’m turning down toddler beds and trikes. I don’t plan for her life past April, our next court date. I find myself thinking, “this may be the last time we (fill in the blank) with this sweet girl.”

I’m waking up. I want to be as diligent and intentional to soak in every life around me, not just my foster daughter’s. We’re not guaranteed one more breath with anyone. Many of us know this truth well. Life can change in a flutter.

This journey has taught me to stand in awe, awakening to each day as one more gift from God. The sunrises are stunning, snoring husbands are cute instead of irritating, stinky soccer socks cause me to pause and give thanks for healthy children, and every baby milestone feels magical. Seriously. Baby girl shoving puffs into her mouth (and all over the floor) makes everyone in this house party like it’s nineteen ninety-nine. It’s so stinkin’ cute.

We’re trying to dig into every day over here. And although we cannot plan out the future, God is teaching me three things we can do: Pray, Prepare & Play.

Pray for God’s purposes.

What if we don’t know God’s purpose or plan for our lives? Instead of trying to force the future into the box I’ve delegated for it—I can lay that all down and pray, “Lord, I ask that your perfect purposes for the future be accomplished in my life and the lives of my loved ones. Let nothing stand in your way.”

Prepare your heart.

God’s plan may not line up with my limited ideas of perfection. We can remember God’s good and always trustworthy. This helps us prepare our hearts to accept whatever the future holds. Since we’ve become a foster family, I often pray, “Lord, please prepare my heart (and the hearts of my children) for whatever lies ahead. Give us peace.”

Play with the people you love.

Grab the people you love and take pleasure in them. We may not have tomorrow, but we have today! I’m not sure why we don’t memorize this scripture in Sunday school, but maybe we should make it a thing (especially the part about bread and wine),

“Seize life! Eat bread with gusto,
Drink wine with a robust heart.
Oh yes—God takes pleasure in your pleasure!
Dress festively every morning.
Don’t skimp on colors and scarves.
Relish life with the spouse you love
Each and every day of your precarious life.
Each day is God’s gift. It’s all you get in exchange
For the hard work of staying alive.
Make the most of each one!
Whatever turns up, grab it and do it. And heartily!
This is your last and only chance at it,,”  (Ecclesiastes 9:7-10 MSG)

Dear Lord,

      I don’t know your purpose or plans for my children and loved ones, but I pray for it. I ask that you go ahead of them, paving the way for peace and provision. I pray you are parting seas they don’t see. I pray you are planting people of godly influence in their path before they get there. I pray for wisdom when they are pressed against the hard rock of life.

I pray for forgiving friends who point them to your love. I pray for protection over their hearts and bodies. I pray faith rises fiercely in their soul when doubt pushes down. I pray for eyes to see your blessings when they feel cheated. I pray they run to you, instead of away, when their hearts are broken. I pray they love bravely because that’s why you made them. I pray your voice reaches them when mine cannot and whispers, “I will never leave you nor forsake you.” I pray they know love because they know you. Amen

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Hitting Rock Bottom

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I turned to Aaron last night and said, “If she goes home in April, I don’t think I’ll survive it, baby.”

Taking my hand, he said, “We’ll get through it.”

The depths of human emotion are astounding. As soon as you reach the bottom of the well, your soul strikes a geyser, emotions rush to the surface, shattering the limitations of how you thought you could ever feel, or give.

The number one comment I’ve received after becoming a foster mom is, “I could never do that. I could never love a child and then give them back. It would be too hard.”

I know some of you’ve said those very words to me. You know the first person to say this to me?

Me.

About a gazillion times before you opened your mouth, so don’t sweat it. I’m pretty sure my head will pop off like a Barbie doll when/if she isn’t with us anymore. So…there’s that.

I try not to think of that.

Oh, yes, sweet friends. You’re right, it’s hard.

Loving a child like they’re yours, but they aren’t is like trying to settle untamed land. I’m unsure which attachments to let grow wild and where it’d be wise to put up some fences.

Is she supposed to call me, mommy? I’m not her mommy.

What do I say when someone says, “Congratulations”? She’s not adopted. In fact, she’s with us because of traumatic circumstances.

Knowing we’ll probably only have her for a season; the knowledge breaks and heals, gives and takes away. I don’t know how to feel, so I feel everything. It’s fascinating and difficult. Please, pray for me.

Some days lunge at me like a ginormous octopus. Emotional tentacles are yanking my gut, trying to reach a new understanding of what God’s love is really about. How can it spread in so many directions at the same time, with the same purpose? Is it even possible for me to love like him?

I promise I’m trying. I’m finding I don’t know how to successfully love my foster daughter, her birth mama, her birth daddy, her paternal grandma, the two social workers, three investigators, three lawyers, and the judge equally.

I’m failing.

Somewhere down the line, I’ve come to believe that if I love one too much, it will interfere with my love for the other. What if I love too hard, will the wells eventually dry up?  I don’t want to find myself cracked and parched, unable to love brave again.

The word tells us, “For God loved the world, that he gave his only son,”(John 3:16)

In other words:

He loved, so he did a very hard thing;

He loved, so he gave what was most precious to him;

He loved, so he endured.

He loved, so he hung, his lips cracked, his mouth parched.

The veil was torn. His body was buried. But it wasn’t the bottom of the well.

When the world thought Jesus hit rock bottom, a bigger rock rolled away, and the fierce love of God rose up.

I’m learning we can’t put boundaries and borders upon God’s love. We’re the ones slapping labels on His callings: Too Hard. Not Worth It. I. Just. Can’t.

Of course, we can’t! Love wouldn’t be holy if we could accomplish it on our own. Only through Jesus, “For in him we live and move and have our being.” (Acts 17:28)

After our last failed adoption, I was convinced a piece of me would never feel again. I was wrong. The death in that experience gave birth to a new depth in me I didn’t know existed. Under the surface of that suffering was an understanding that God’s designed us for more. More perseverance, more strength, more wisdom, more hope, more fight, more courage, and abundant love.

He “is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us.” (Ephesians 3:20)

We’re made in the image of God. So our love story on earth should look a bit like his.

Because he loves, we’ll do hard things. And because he’s with us, we’ll get through it.

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BIG NEWS!

1. WE’RE FOSTER PARENTS!

Ten little ( and adorable) reasons you haven’t heard much from me lately. We became foster parents to a precious baby girl seven weeks ago. Thank you to everyone who has reached out to love and support us as we learn to navigate this new adventure. We covet your prayers.

P.S. If you think these toes are cute…you would die if you saw the face that goes with them. Wish so badly I could post it on social media, but I’m not allowed. But trust me on this one…she’s off the charts adorable.

2. I’M SO EXCITED TO HAVE ARTICLES PUBLISHED IN THESE BEAUTIFUL MAGAZINES!

      
THE JOYFUL LIFE MAGAZINE

I’m teary-eyed thankful that The Joyful Life magazine has published a piece I wrote about friendship. The subject is so precious to me in this exhausting season of learning how to be a good foster mom, bio mom, wife, and friend. Women have come around me in life-giving ways over the past two months. Friends are sending me Bible verses and devotionals via text, bringing our family dinner, sending adorable baby clothes (from Baby Gap even!), dropping off diapers & formula on our doorstep…you guys- someone even gave me a BOB stroller. God is loving me fierce through these friendships. You know who you are. Xoxo

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HOME FRONT MAGAZINE

After coming home from visitation with our foster daughter’s mama, I opened the mail to find my first published article in Home Front Magazine. The title just tugged at my heart. Bio mamas, foster mamas, adoptive mamas, young mamas, geriatric mamas (apparently anyone over 35 camps out in this group)…we all need to give each other a break. We’re all hungry for grace. Let’s give it freely. It costs us nothing. It cost Jesus everything.

“The beauty of freely given grace is that is doesn’t put the recipient on trial before deciding if she is worthy. The cross has already determined that. Jesus gave his life to prove she is worthy. Who are we to question our Heavenly Father?”

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It’s Never Too Late

jenn-evelyn-ann-UYDoE_AyJQs-unsplash (1)He didn’t ask me to tuck him in last night.

I heard the click of his light and waited for the invitation. Silence. Why wasn’t my Eli calling for me?

Maybe he’s praying, or stretching, or reading with a book light? Was something wrong?!

I’ll tell you what’s wrong – my boy is growing up. And I’m not ready.

I crept out of bed and peeked into his room. He looked longer, his jaw a bit wider, with those man-boy feet (now bigger than mine) sticking out from his Star Wars blanket,

“Are you okay!? You didn’t call me to ‘Kentucky’ you in…”

He opened his eyes, cracking a smile. Had he lost all his baby teeth?

“Oh, my goodness! You’re freaking out, I just thought it was too late to call you.” He laughed. Apparently, my mama-meltdown was hilarious.

But something squeezed at my heart, “Never. It’s never too late. You can always call me!”

And just like that, I realized my longing to be understood was much like my Heavenly Father’s. How many times had he sung the same ancient truth over my life- It’s never too late, you can always call on me.

 “The Lord is near to all who call on him, to all who call on him in truth. Then you will call, and the Lord will answer you; you will cry for help, and he will say: Here am I” (Psalm 145:18 NIV).

Being a mother reminds me I’m made in the image of God. And although the love I feel for my kiddos is a teeny glimpse of His love for us…there’s nothing on earth more consuming and eternal, besides God himself. It’s that big. At times when I’m desperate for my son to hear my words, God confirms -He feels the same way about me. His Spirit pleads, “Why aren’t you calling on me, daughter?”

He’s listening at the door of my heart while I sit in the dark, cold and unsure. Always present, but desiring me to utter His name, to invite Him to turn on the light. But I make excuses- I’ve waited too long, my need is too great, or the most dangerous…my need is too small.

What areas of your life do you hold back from God’s loving comfort? In what space do you prefer Him not to come? Where have you cuddled under the lie, “My longing is too insignificant for Him to care”? Push these things aside; they’re smothering your access to child-like faith. All we need to do is, “cry for help, and He will say: Here am I.”

P.S. I reserve the right to tuck my “babies” into bed as long as they live under my roof. I’m fairly certain it’s in the Constitution somewhere…or a Dr. Suess book. Either way.

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