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It's Gonna Take a Village

Six days ago, we were officially approved and licensed to provide foster care in the State of Massachusetts. It's been a long time coming...more than nine months in the making.

And if there's anything I know about this journey as a provider of foster care, I know this:

I cannot do it alone.

Our family cannot do it alone.

We couldn't have even gotten to this point without the love and support of our friends and family.

Goodbye, Uncle Darryl. And Thank You, for Everything.

Growing up, I knew I had an Aunt Judy. My Grandma Ruby told me stories about her: how she'd dress my dad up like a little girl when they were kids and other silly things. I could see her face in pictures hanging on the walls of our home, in the albums on Grandma Ruby's shelves. One time, she even sent me a real porcelain doll. I loved porcelain dolls, and, apparently, she did, too. I knew I had an Aunt Judy, but I didn't know my Aunt Judy. She lived way out in California, and, as far as I could remember, I hadn't ever met her.

God's People

I needed to be with the church this morning more than I've needed to be with her in a long, long, long time.

I'm facing a challenge that is bigger than me. So much bigger than me that I've cried myself to sleep the past two nights, and tonight's not shaping up to be any different.

I needed to be surrounded by other people who are leaning on God, depending on Him, and trusting Him with the details of their lives.

Happy 8th Birthday, Ruby!


Today, on your eighth birthday, I find myself uncharacteristically at a loss for words. It's not that I don't have anything to say. It's just that, whatever I say, I don't think you'll believe me. Despite the fact that you're still a FULL five years away from your teens, I see them creeping into your regular everyday eight-year-old existence.

These Grateful Days

Does anyone else feel like it's nearly impossible to raise grateful children (or even be a grateful adult) in America these days?

It would be easy to blame the problem on capitalism and corporate America: we're bombarded with commercials that tell us we "deserve it" and media campaigns that try to convince us that everyone else already has it. The day after Halloween (a full 27 days before Thanksgiving), my kids were enamored by the Christmas decorations at Target...complete with a cardboard Santa being swallowed alive by a massive Wish List. See, it would be easy!