Stopping In. . .
Just wanted to stop in before we went to China! I probably won’t be posting while we’re gone, and we’re pretty busy getting ready (!!!), so you might not hear from me for a while! P.S. My little...
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As far as I can see, this is the only attitude that can get you through an international trip. We would appreciate your prayers for our grand adventure!
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Thought I should stop in and let you know we got home safely and on time from our great adventure. My brain is still indecisive about whether or not it’s going to be functional today, so I won’t try...
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With all of us in China, I remember wondering if I would ever get a turn to hold my new brother. If he had even noticed me yet. (It’s really not my fault that big brothers are more interesting.)...
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In her book Kisses from Katie, Katie Davis wrote, “Adoption is the gospel in my living room.” I know I have posted that before, but I’m realizing how wrong it feels out of context. The full quote...
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I am Cinderella. I’m no princess. I have no carriage, No parents, And no dowry. I do not even know if that beautiful slipper will fit. But if it does, Will you take me as I am? An honest country girl....
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So earlier this week, I finally decided it was time to buckle down and finish Catania’s Forest. I decided to make up a posting schedule starting next week, hoping that would motivate me to finish...
View ArticleZai Jian, Xi’an
The lights along the runway flew by in the darkness and the engines roared. Zai jian, Xi’an, I whispered. I’ll come back someday. I have only been there two weeks in my entire life, yet leaving...
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“Adoption is wonderful and beautiful and the greatest blessing I have ever experienced. Adoption is also difficult and painful. Adoption is a beautiful picture of redemption. It is the Gospel in my...
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Remember this: You’re mine, Mine to me. No matter where you go, Or what they call you, You will always be. . . . . . My son.
View ArticleCatania’s Forest ~ Part One
I always said while I was writing Catania’s Forest that it would turn out to be the best thing I’d ever written, or the greatest fail in the history of my pen-and-inking. I believe it has turned out...
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Guys!! It’s snowing at our house!! And some of it–just a little–has been sticking! I have been staring out the windows, and skipping with happiness, and dreaming up snow fairies since it started. I...
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I would have followed you. . . My brother. . . My Captain. . . My King. #AllTheFeels :'(
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November 27, 2016 She was always in danger on carpeted steps, being particularly good at slipping on them, but she had forgotten how steep these were. She braced her arms on the walls. The...
View ArticleCatania’s Forest ~ Part Three
My last post is probably the most personal thing I’ve ever posted on here. Parts of it might not have made sense for some of you who didn’t know my grandpa, but I thought I should share it. All of you...
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So I was making up part of a story, earlier this week, about a warrior coming back to consciousness after being knocked out, and I managed to make myself feel so dizzy I fell down a flight of stairs....
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Catania’s Forest: The Little Drummer-boy in Narnia ~ Part Five ~*~ Catania could not remember her mother. She had died long before the young elf could recall. In her oldest, haziest memories, she was...
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So. . . I haven’t been doing the greatest job keeping up with my schedule. :-/ If the worst comes to the worst, I guess I’ll just post twice the last couple days. In other news, I’m turning sixteen...
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Catania’s Forest: The Little Drummer-boy in Narnia ~ Part Seven ~*~ Catania followed the creek east, upstream. Its shallow course grew deeper as she went on, until the elf walked at the bottom of a low...
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Catania’s Forest: The Little Drummer-boy in Narnia ~ Part Eight ~*~ Catania woke with the morning sun peeping into the cave through the tiny crack around her door. She sat up slowly, stretched her...
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