My Adoption Story

November is National Adoption Month. While this month is intended to raise awareness for foster adoption, I thought I would share my adoption story. I was not adopted through foster care.

When people find out that I am adopted I tend to get questions. These questions have been a part of my life and I’m used to it. I don’t get offended by questions and I will gladly answer any questions that come my way. These are the most common though…

Question 1: How old were you when you were adopted?

Answer: 3 days old.

Question 2: Have you met/do you know your birth parents?

Answer: No.

Question 3: Does it bother you not knowing your medical history?

Answer: Most of the time no. Sometimes it would be nice to know a few things.

My adoptive parents, whom I will call my parents because that’s who they are, tried for many years to have children. My mom, for whatever reason, couldn’t have babies. She suffered through at least three miscarriages (that I know of). She never spoke of the details but I do know it was hard for her.

My dad was a pastor and my parents were both from Arkansas. They pastored at a few churches in Arkansas for a couple years before God called them to a church in Indiana. My parents prayed and my dad felt led to move from their home and their family and take this position in Indiana. My mom on the other hand DID NOT WANT TO GO.

Psalm 25:4-5 Show me your ways, Lord, teach me your paths. Guide me in your truth and teach me, for you are God my Savior, and my hope is in you all day long.

I remember my mom telling me this story. She was on her face praying to God. Begging. Pleading. She didn’t want to go away from her family and move to Indiana. She cried and prayed and cried and prayed before finally giving in. She couldn’t understand why they needed to move to Indiana-where they knew no one. But she listened and obeyed.

My mom and dad were in Indiana for a year or so (my facts are a little fuzzy) and my mom had made friends. It was made clear that she couldn’t have children. One night in April they received a phone call. A nurse, my moms friend, who happened to attend my parents church, called my parents with a question. She knew that my parents couldn’t have babies and well…there was a baby born that didn’t have a home. “There’s a little girl here that needs a home. Would you be interested in adopting?”

Hint: that little girl was me.

My first picture.

Sadly I don’t know all of the details of everything that happened but the important thing is that they said yes! Within three days I had a home.

My story is unique. Adoption is very difficult. It is very costly. Adoption is a PROCESS! My parents had not filed for adoption. They had not filled out the paperwork. My birth mom hadn’t searched out for the perfect family for the baby she carried.

By listening and obeying Gods command all the puzzle pieces fell into place. My parents told me that I was a gift from God because they obeyed. Had they not moved to Indiana I would have had a very different story-or maybe no story at all. There was a plan and it played out perfectly.

Did my birth mom, who was 15 by the way, plan on having a baby? No. But God had a plan. Did my parents want to move to Indiana? No. But God had a plan. Did God place that nurse in the hospital on that shift for a purpose? Absolutely.

When we listen and obey great things will happen.

Found in my baby book.

Are you afraid to move, start a new job, change schools, change careers? Are you hesitant to go on that mission trip or volunteer for a position at church? Is God tugging at your heart? Is God calling you to be a foster parent? If you listen and obey then you may play a role in a miracle. You may get to witness an actual gift of God being presented to someone. How fantastic to witness first hand and be a part of something great happening.

It is hard for me to think of myself as a blessing or a gift. I was definitely not the perfect child but I was given the perfect family. If I had not been adopted I wouldn’t have the family that I have now. I have wonderful aunts and uncles, cousins, one of whom I’ve been able to travel the world with. Though they are far away in Arkansas I still have relationships with them which has been so special since my parents have passed.

Ephesians 1: 3-6 Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us in the heavenly realms with every spiritual blessing in Christ. For he chose us in him before the creation of the world to be holy and blameless in his sight. In love he predestined us for adoption to sonship through Jesus Christ, in accordance with his pleasure and will— to the praise of his glorious grace, which he has freely given us in the One he loves.

Maybe you don’t have a family. Or maybe you do but you don’t have great relationships with them. Maybe you are an orphan or bounced from family to family. I want you to know that you can be a part of the family of God. He will never leave you or forsake you. He may not be there in the physical world but He is there to love you, protect you, forgive you, guide you and give you grace. He will provide someone in your life to love you unconditionally. Blood relative or not.

Do I want to meet my birth family? The short answer is yes. In fact I have searched for my birth mom on social media and I’m almost positive that I have found her. I have a great fear of being rejected and have not reached out to her yet. It’s all in God’s timing. Hopefully one day I will get to meet the person who chose to give me life.

The Broken Vase

My sister in law, Liz, and I were having a conversation not too long ago. Actually we have this conversation quite often…getting rid of junk. Literal junk in our homes. We do not want to become “hoarders” or pack rats.

Matthew 6:19-21 Do not store up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moths and vermin destroy, and where thieves break in and steal. But store up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where moths and vermin do not destroy, and where thieves do not break in and steal. For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

It’s funny what items have emotional ties though. An old stained t-shirt, a book with the cover torn off, a birthday card signed by someone who is now gone, a onesie your baby wore. Continue reading “The Broken Vase”

The Truth Is…

In a perfect world everyone would tell the truth. The truth is though that a lot of people are scared of the truth. They are scared to tell the truth and scared to hear the truth. Sometimes we are scared to admit the truth to ourselves.

Maybe the truth goes deeper than: “does this make me look fat?” Or “I’m on my way”-when you haven’t left yet. Maybe the truth is “I’m hurting”, “I’m hiding”, “something isn’t right but I don’t know what it is”. Continue reading “The Truth Is…”

YOU are a Good Mom

Do you use over the counter medicines or all natural/ essential oils/ earthy products when your kids are sick?

It doesn’t matter. YOU are a good mom.

Does your kid go to daycare or stay home with you?

It doesn’t matter. YOU are a good mom.

Do you feed your kid fast food or cook from scratch?

It doesn’t matter. YOU are a good mom.

Does your kid go to public school, Christian school, or homeschool?

It doesn’t matter. YOU are a good mom.

Did you have a natural birth, c-section, pain management birth adoption…foster…etc?

It doesn’t matter. YOU are a good mom.

Breast or formula?

It doesn’t matter. YOU are a good mom.

The list could go on and on. I find myself reminding myself that I am a good mom even if I choose Tylenol over essential oils. If I opt to stay at home rather than go to work. If I set my kids in front of the tv all day because I just can’t deal. It’s not every day. It’s not every time. Organic vs store brand isn’t always the right answer.

Are your kids happy? Are you happy? Is your family being cared for in the best way that you can provide? YOU are a good mom.

Proverbs 31:28 Her children rise up and call her blessed;

Motherhood isn’t always sunshine and rainbows. That. Is. Okay. It is okay to have a bad moment or a bad day. Maybe even a bad week. I suggest not unpacking and living in that bad moment. Sometimes it’s okay to let it all out. To scream or cry. As mothers we tend to hold ourselves together for the sake of our family. I’m telling you from experience that it is not good to keep emotions all bottled up. You will eventually explode.

Find a good outlet. Try your best to get some alone time or time with a friend. Join a bible study or play group. Don’t let the title of mom define you. But still…YOU are a good mom.

I see you mama. You are tired. Overwhelmed. Done. The judgement sometimes comes flying at you. Unwanted opinions and articles are sent your way. I see you. I hear you. YOU are a good mom.

I am a good mom.

No Shoes? No Problem!

I know you have all seen those signs on the doors of restaurants and other businesses that say No shoes. No service. I completely respect those signs and follow that rule. But! When I am at home I all but refuse to wear shoes.

Did you know that there are over 7,000 nerve endings in each foot? That’s a lot of data to be processed when you are walking without shoes or socks. All those nerves are sending messages to your brain to tell you something is soft or sharp or uneven.

I am that mom at the park that lets her child run around without shoes. I feel the evil glances from other parents as they shout at their kids to leave their shoes on. I remember a time specifically on vacation recently. Our hotel had a nice little playground-which was awesome for our almost three year old to burn energy. The shaded, fenced in play area had pea gravel instead of wood chips or rubber mats. It was hot and everyone wore sandals. Clearly the tiny rocks were getting in shoes. Just walking in there I had twelve dozen rocks in my footwear. Jack asked if he could take his shoes off. “Of course” was my response. I’d rather him play barefoot than have to help him dig rocks out of his shoes for thirty minutes. Ugh. Meanwhile almost every other kid that came and went asked to take their shoes off. Their parents responded with no. Some parents even told their kids to not get dirty – but that’s an issue for another time. Ha!

Why? Why don’t I like to wear shoes? Why don’t I care if my child wears shoes?

God did not create us with shoes on. I know that seems like a silly answer. But it’s true. We created shoes to protect our feet from getting injured. I totally respect that. And of course it hurts when you step on a rock or a stick but in all honesty if you do it enough you will build up a tolerance- just like with many other things.

You are not a bad parent if your kid wears shoes all the time but just know that I am not a bad parent for allowing my child to be barefoot…and he does ask to wear shoes sometimes when we are walking in rough areas and he has opted to leave them on at the park on occasion.

My point is that you do feel and experience more when your shoes and socks are off. There is a freedom from going barefoot! I challenge you to try it.

Here’s a link to an article with some good points. https://www.mother.ly/child/benefits-of-being-barefoot-for-children

Introverted Mom

Oh man, I am so an introvert. I absolutely cannot be in front of people. I do not like to be the center of attention. Please don’t make me talk to a group, lead a group, read out loud in front of a group. I was the kid that would sweat bullets when the teacher said “lets read out loud” or “I’m going to randomly call on people to answer the questions”. Lord help me my introverted-ness and my anxiety was absolutely paralyzing in school. I only realize that now…it was not obvious back then.

Most of the time, I need time to recuperate after an event. Being social drains my energy. I attended a bridal shower a few weeks ago and I literally needed 3 days before I felt normal. My energy was drained from forcing myself to be social. Every Monday after church is my recovery day from being around people. Life can be exhausting in the most unusual ways.

It may not seem that I am an introvert on paper. It’s easier to share my thoughts when no one is looking back at me. Blogging is serious therapy for me because I can get my words out without being in public. People can read it or not…thats not the point…I’ve said it before but I like to share what I am going through so that others who might be going through something similar will not feel alone.

It is so difficult to be an introvert and to be a parent. I want what is best for my child! I want him to be social and to thrive in situations where there are lots of people. I want him to be outgoing and to be able to make friends. How can I teach him that when I don’t even like leaving my seat during the “shake hands” time during church?

For the Spirit God gave us does not make us timid, but gives us power, love and self-discipline. 2 Timothy 1:7

I would love to be involved in mom groups or play groups but, to be honest, that kind of stuff is SUPER out of my comfort zone. I do not like new social situations- especially when there is no one that I know. We recently took a swimming class and that was out of my comfort zone but I felt that it was important to learn water safety since my little man loves the water. The first day of class I nearly had a panic attack because I didn’t know what to expect. We made it though. And it was great. We didn’t make any lifelong friends but I was able to be a normal human being for the sake of my child.

One thing that I have noticed is that my little man is okay with social situations. He willingly approaches other kids. He shares his toys with them. He initiates a game of tag. These things make me so proud as a parent. I cannot believe that a child of two introverts is able to build a social life better than we can.

Little man and I were in the airport last week and he was restless. There is not a lot to do for an almost 2 year old in a small airport. He was drawn to other families with kids. He went to them, he shared his tractor and a little girl, who was several years older than he, willingly played with him while we waited to board our plane. I did not have to do a thing except supervise. Praise God!

I am doing my best to step out of my comfort zone as a parent to allow for more social situations for my kid. We go to the park and to the library and that’s fine for us right now. Hopefully I will be able to overcome more barriers as he gets older and more social settings will be happening.

I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. Philippians 4:11

As much as I do not like social situations I also have a need to be around other adults from time to time. That is why I am okay with having a few close friends. I can share with them because I trust them and they know me. Over the years I have learned that a few close friends is better than a thousand acquaintances. One thing is for sure and that is that God has been faithful to provide for me the right people in certain points in my life. My close friends have not always been the same people. They change based on the season of life that I am in and I believe that God does that on purpose. He always provides what we need at the moment we need it-even for me as an introvert.

Patience is a Virtue…or so I Thought.

I’m sure you’ve heard it a thousand times “patience is a virtue”. I have almost no patience and I would pray for God to bless me with patience on a daily basis. 

Ephesians 4:2 Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love.

Not too long ago I read an article by a fellow mom blogger. I wish I would have saved it because I can’t remember her name or the blog to save my life. Anyway, she said that we should stop praying for patience but instead pray for understanding. Wow! This hit me hard. The whole concept made complete sense to me. Praying for understanding of a situation will help you to learn, process, and handle the situation properly. I would also like to add that you should pray for the ability to give and receive grace. 

Having a baby has changed my life in so many ways. One way is that I see how selfish I was in my previous life and how I was not flexible. I was set in my ways, I wanted to do my things my way in my timing. Do you see a pattern? My, my, my (me, me, me). Now almost everything revolves around little mans world. I still get to do things but not the way that I was so accustomed to. 

For instance… I love to cook from scratch. Little man doesn’t like it when I stand at the counter and do things that he can’t see. So, when I’m mixing, stirring, cutting, pouring, etc. he needs to see it or he will push me away from the counter. This drives me nuts. But I’ve learned that he just wants to see what’s going on. I’ll pick him up, show him what I’m doing, let him touch something or taste it and then he’s fine and on his merry way. I can’t tell you though how many times I’ve started making homemade pasta and ended up running dough through the pasta cutter with one hand. I’ve gotten good at it. 

Colossians 3:12 Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.

Another instance where my life has changed and I need to offer grace and understanding is going to the beach. In the days before little man I would go to the beach on any random day and spend my time lounging, tanning, reading and snacking. Now, it is a serious chore getting this child ready to go, get the car packed up, haul all our stuff to beach, set it up and start “relaxing”. Ha! What a fantasy that is.

I always had these glamorous images of me laying in the sun, reading a book and enjoying my time at the beach while my child plays quietly in the sand. I was out of my mind thinking this! When we go to the beach I have to be in the water keeping a strict eye on my little water lover who will be in over his head in 2.3 seconds. As soon as I get him rinsed off, free of all sand and placed on a towel he immediately reaches for the sand. Lord help me! 


The other day when we went to the beach little man started to have a melt down. He wasn’t hungry, or hot. I’m sure he was tired. He was inconsolable and it came on out of nowhere. I packed us up as quickly as I could. I didn’t bother drying myself off or changing him out of his wet clothes and swim diaper. We got in the car and drove home as quickly as the speed limit would allow. He screamed the entire time. I had to have my hand on his head the whole ride home. He almost never acts like that. I had to give him some grace for “ruining” my “relaxing” beach day. I had to give myself grace for overreacting and being upset the rest of the day. 


Yes, patience would have been helpful but understanding the situation and meeting my child’s needs was more important. He was tired and needed a nap…at home apparently. That’s okay! There are other days to go to the beach. 

Having a baby has taught me to be flexible and to not get my hopes up of having a “perfect” day. There is no such thing. I do my best to enjoy the little moments…no matter how short they are. 

“I will hold myself to a standard of grace not perfection” -Emily Ley