40. 😳 Four decades. 14,600 days. In those years, I’ve walked the slums of India and fed children who wouldn't have had a meal if we weren't there that day. I’ve pick-axed my way through the brush of remote Honduras. I’ve washed the feet of the destitute in Mexico. I've prayed with the homeless and grieved with those I love. I’ve birthed a child and adopted four more. I've questioned whether I was capable of raising five kids. I've been discouraged, challenged, and overwhelmed. I've ... continue reading...

I was sitting at my desk working this morning, when all of the sudden I felt a lump in my stomach. These three boys leave tomorrow for the whole summer. Not on vacation, but on a sacrificial trip with their new camper trailer that will most likely change their hearts and alter their perspective for the rest of their lives. And as excited as I am for them, my heart hurts momentarily when it remembers that they’ll be on their own for two months. I had someone ask me today how I can possibly let ... continue reading...

This is one of my all-time favorite photos of Grace. It popped up in my memories the other day, and it got me thinking about how I often forget to appreciate (or even notice) the "last times." This was the last time she wore that dress. Later that day, she fell down and tore it, and I tossed it after it sat in my room waiting to be repaired for months. Because let's be honest: having five small children pretty much took all my bandwidth and I didn't have any extra to fix it, and by the time I ... continue reading...