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uniquely created

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I will give thanks to You, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made; Wonderful are Your works, And my soul knows it very well. ~ Psalm 139:14 

I spent much of my early life cycling through emotions of feeling inadequate, unlovely, and deficient in one way or another.  My eyes were always centered on others and their giftings and accomplishments.  I did not realize, during my early life, that I needed to turn my eyes to the One who created me.  To the One who uniquely knit me together in my mother's womb for His purposes.

It wasn't until later in my adult life that I began to understand the freedom that comes from finding my identity in Jesus Christ instead of the measuring stick of the world.  My mind thinks in pictures and so a picture is what God gave to speak life to me.  Imagine that every human being is an instrument.  Each one different from the next.  Each one needed to produce a beautiful song.  If we were all horns or if we were all drums the music would not be as rich…

stories of hope

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November is National Adoption Awareness Month.  There is much discussion in our country and around the world about the beautiful mess that is adoption.  Many arguments for and against the entire concept.  Recently there have been so many articles written about the hardships, the injustices, the faulty governmental systems, and the ugliness that can sometimes be associated with adoptions.  While I do not disagree with all those posts... in fact I have written on this blog before about our own struggles as a family...  today I want to share something positive because in the end there truly is something uniquely amazing that is experienced when you are an adoptive family.

I wanted to share a glimpse into the joys from recent conversations in our family....

We were at the grocery store a last week to buy pumpkins for Halloween and some other random items our family needed.  I was trying to navigate around the grocery store with all five of my kids during the evening time rush.  It is alw…