God waited until the Egyptians were in hot pursuit, nipping at their heels, before slashing the sea in half, revealing an escape route for the Hebrew slaves. God didn’t protect Daniel from the lion’s den, but allowed him to be cast to the ravenous, captive predators and instead supernaturally bound their mouths preventing them from Read More →

One of the coolest things about being a parent is the opportunity to learn from our children. God has used motherhood to teach and refine me a million times over. Like this kid. She’s turning six this week. Already, she teaches me. One of the things I admire most about her is her unbridled zeal Read More →

From outward appearances, it would seem that New Sister [whom we are working hard to bring home from China] is our third daughter. But she’s not… she’s actually our fourth. Our third daughter is already in Heaven. Alexa Rose was born still, on this day in 2008, after a routine obstetrics visit and ultrasound determined Read More →

Wrestling is one of the oldest forms of recorded combat. A primal sport, pitting opponents against each other without the support of teammates. The sport is grueling, requiring both physical and mental endurance and entire body strength. Husband is an accomplished wrestler, having trained and competed year-round since the tender age of five, and achieving Read More →

I have several friends currently expecting- both the “old fashioned” way and the adoption way. And let me tell you: Nesting is a very real phenomenon. When we were expecting our first baby, I manically scoured our house… the scrubbing of the tile led to the detailing of the baseboards, which led to running the Read More →

This was the Dyula [joo-lah] word I heard more often than any other during the month I spent in Burkina-Faso, West Africa in 2011. On the women’s service trip that I participated in, serving widows and teaching them a trade by which to provide for themselves and thereby avoid falling into prostitution, my biggest take Read More →

Around this time each year I find myself especially nostalgic, particularly missing my late Great Grandma. I remember her skillful paring of apples and pears she grew in her modest orchard each time I fumble to peel one. I recall the fruity array of Crush soda perpetually stocked in her garage fridge each time I pass them Read More →