Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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You’re on your own
Such a familiar feeling. In first grade I realized I’m on my own. The big world is unwelcoming, unreasonable, harsh …but I must face it bravely, with only God on my side. Yet. I’ve taken risks often. I’ve gone out on a limb and chose to trust again. I reach out. I share. Because I…
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Disobedience
Two more days of quarantine. Two more days until we can be reunited with our youngest daughter. Two more days until we begin a new chapter, transitioning from an “emergency state” to an “alert state”, whatever that means, since our ministers haven’t published clear guidelines for most institutions. We are busier than ever, and frankly…
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The apple of my eye
Have you noticed that there are no pictures of Apple Store employees on social media? When I got hired by Apple, we were instructed to steer clear from mixing our job with social media. Too easily, things can get out of hand. We were also instructed to never talk to the media and defer any…
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Hope ahead
Despite all this flexible time, do you feel spread thin? We nearly found a rhythm. Some even made the very best of this sheltering in place. Check out this perspective https://polylogos.eu/blessing-in-disguise/ I spend more than an hour (sometimes three) every day coordinating Jackie’s online school activity. Printing materials, checking her work, scanning, uploading it online,…
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Parenting nuggets
Yesterday I felt compelled to start a series of videos related to discipline, to family rules, and connecting with our children. They are one minute long and I first posted them on my personal instagram stories. I’m adding the first batch below. They are in Romanian, and they convey the message that a connected child…
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Intuition. Long distance.
Danger. I feel it so vividly. I believe my intuition is overly receptive. I’m an INTJ – borderline introvert, highly intuitive, and possibly I overthink things. Regarding intuition, often times, only in hindsight I connect the dots. But they always connect. When I sense the danger, I pray. I pray with all my strength. I…
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Isaiah 41
In the desert land God makes the fresh rivers flow and Eden is once again. Reborn from brokenness and loss the fatherless take root becoming mighty cypress trees The motherless stand tall as strong jumpers And the land becomes lush and coolAn oasis in the world.
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My hope is in the Lord
I wait upon the Lord New season I put everything out of my mind and delighted in the blossoming nature, the breeze, the smell of flowering buds. This Spring feels spectacular; it’s quite enchanting and in deep contrast with the reality of the world economy and health care system. Ivy refused to call us for…
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Wait for the Lord
“but they who wait for the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings like eagles; they shall run and not be weary; they shall walk and not faint.” Isaiah 40:31 Most translations use the wrong word. It’s not merely hope or trust. WAIT is something we all do or have to…
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Faith does not exclude the plea for justice.
Adopting is like building a house. The procedure is complex and it involves many specialists. It takes time and commitment. But every chapter can and should be tackled efficiently and with a sense of urgency. It says so in the law. The eagerness to move into the new house is valid and justified. The eagerness…
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Conversation with my Father
-“I don’t think we can endure 30 more days of separation” I cry out-“Sure you can!” says God with Fatherly patience, smiling at me, as clear as day. (Those who hope in the Lord will renew their strength. They will soar on wings like eagles; they will run and not grow weary, they will walk…
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If not me, then who?
I was born responsible. As the youngest child, that’s rather strange. Quite Unusual. On the other hand, I know I’ve been well cared for, because I know how to rest in the care of trustworthy people. I know what good leaders are, intuitively. So I speak up. Though I was the quietest kid throughout my…
