Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Bridal shower
A reunion of young women… One spirit. We had a delightful evening with memories shared, showers of love and gifts, deserts and mingling. We reconnected with many and I left enriched in my heart. It had been a long time since our last get together.
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Same Sunday, different perspective
I woke up before sunrise and took Rufus for a run. Sunday, in this part of the world, is still noticeably quiet. Even the guard dogs in the village sleep in. Just the birds are more nosy than usual, maybe just due to the deep Sunday silence.
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It’s Sunday
Last weekend I went to Jazz in the Park and met with a friend visiting from out of town who was returning a bag of books to Carmen, “our local library”. As she pulled out of the bag the stack of books, one of them, thin and discreet, had this title: Church frustration and fulfillment…
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In the park
With girlfriends, once you convince them to get out of the house. This weekend was the street food festival, and we went out for ice-cream with two of my closest friends who have kids.
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4 girls?
As we’ve prepared to become adoptive parents in this Romanian county, with a certain law governing the entire country, but with small and big adaptations per region, per county, we’ve built up anticipation. We wanted to adopt two children at once, thinking we can multitask, two is better than one, and they’ll also have play…
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Keeping busy
“When you don’t look for work yourself, the devil will find something for you to do.” (grandparents wisdom) As we reached a point of apparent complete fulfillment, we took our time to observe it intently, and realized that financial stability, career, marriage and wanting for nothing is not enough. We wanted a challenge. We wanted…
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Aaaand we’re back!
I’ve had in the past, the feeling that I can’t quite catch up with my feelings, my inner self, my thoughts. But this trip to Dublin was crisp, in the air and in the mind. Just before hopping on the plane I repurchased the book called “Boundaries” written by two christian psychologists. A brilliant book…
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Dublin
Our first trip to Ireland, mixed with business, mostly business. But hey, we make our own schedule. We left at 6:30 am from Cluj and landed in Dublin at 1o am, after changing flights in Munich. We’re now half way into the adventure. We walked 30 miles already, got caught in the rain pretty bad,…
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How boundaries got me the best husband in the world
It was during the first weeks of dating. We got physical pretty early, if the first night we met counts. As we sat near each other at the restaurant, a few beers into the late evening, Conrad moved his elbow closer and closer to mine, above the table, barely touching my pinky with his pinky.…
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Boundaries
I finally had a good night sleep. Over the last two weeks I slept poorly. Had nightmares, some nights I slept too little, others I slept too much – neither restful though. I lost weight. Here is a good reminder. I knew this truth, but except for my parents and my psalm friends, nobody validated…
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My childhood
Today we spent two hours with the psychologist. The last meeting with her. She observed half way through that I am a perfectionist. I disagreed with her. But as the conversation progressed I realized that what she meant was that I am a doer (Apple called it “Responsibility”). I get involved and I have to…
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Spiritual warfare
In my whole life, I had not had so much spiritual warfare in most areas of my life. We are in the middle of the adoption process and everything is going great there. And along with that, Conrad and I feel encouraged, happy and fulfilled – a very good season in our marriage. But the…
