Cathartic journaling of an adoptive mom.
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Scrambling up – in my dream
I’m near the top of the mountain. It’s rocky. The type of rocks I love, warm grey, with greenery in its crevasses. Jackie is ahead of me. I sustain her weight at times, pushing her up with my head. Conrad is nearby too. I hear his muffled encouragement. The wind is howling. We’re near the…
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At war with sin
My mom had a clear understanding of sin as I was growing up. I talk about her boundaries and intuitive parenting skills, but they all boil down to her ability to distinguish sin. In her own life first and foremost. Her ability to live by grace and in consequence extend it to us. But I…
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About hope, shame and love
When I’m excited I overshare.When my husband is excited, he makes stupid jokes. Last night we got to pray for the courage to speak boldly the things that need to be said, and for wisdom to know when to keep silent, and do that the rest of the time. We got so wrapped up in…
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Because of balance
…two heavy bags are easier than one, if you distribute the weight. We are starting the year with passion and focused energy. We’re laying the foundation for two different platforms, one has already been incorporated as an Association called polylogos.eu and has a clear vision, and resourceful people involved with drive and experience. The other…
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Tăcut.
Puterea introvertitului într-o lume care nu se poate opri din vorbit. Nu există un șablon omenesc. Fiecare suntem un cumul de informație genetică, experiențe, cultură, context familial, dar mai ales modul unic în care fiecare dintre noi procesam experiențele. M-am identificat ca introvertită până în adolescență. După primul an de facultate însa am trecut printr-o…
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A loyal friend
It’s the middle of winter. The temperature doesn’t rise above freezing. It’s not pleasant to be outside for too long these days. The fog is thick and it dresses every surface in white. But last week we had a few sunny and beautiful days of vacation. We went sledding up the hill and we were…
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Dragoste în plasament
Săptămâna trecută am vizitat foștii asistenți maternali ai lui Jackie. Fără presiunea tranziției fiicei noastre sau a limitelor impuse de stat, prietenia noastră evoluează în mod natural. Conversațiile noastre sunt simple, dar cu adâncime în esență. Vizitându-i ajungem să întâlnim și să ne împrietenim cu ceilalți copii în plasament (care vin, se întăresc, se oblojesc,…
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Foster love
Last week we visited Jackie’s former foster parents. Without the pressure of our daughter’s transition or the state imposed boundaries, our friendship evolves naturally. Our conversations are simple but in between the lines we sense greatness and a silver lining. We get to meet and befriend other foster kids, and that in itself is a…
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Through her eyes
I went to check in on Jackie and cover her, as she tosses and turns. She had been sleeping for over two hours. Conrad and I always enjoy each other’s company after her bedtime, and shamelessly protect our evenings together without her verbose company. As I tuck her in, she sits up in bed and…
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Aspects of adoption
“Without the theological aspect, the emphasis on adoption too easily is seen as mere charity. Without the missional aspect, the doctrine of adoption is too easily seen as mere metaphor.” Russell Moore Adoption is spiritual war. When we lift our eyes from our selfish selves, and we move out of our immediate needs, we learn…
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Acknowledge, Align and Assure
A decade ago I was hired by Apple and I went to a week of training as part of my onboarding process. Everything I learned there was common sense, but in this particular professional context, it had application and structure. We did role-play, we practiced how to give and receive Feedback, and I learned about…
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Tomorrow is Evelyn’s birthday
Who is Evelyn? Your sister. She turns three. Can we go see her on her birthday? We can’t. I’m so sorry. I really-really want to see my sister tomorrow! I don’t understand why we can’t go see her. [Sobbing]. We sat like that for a while, she was crying by my side, head leaning on…
