Showing posts with label Covenant Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Covenant Family. Show all posts

5.30.2014

To Spark Your Creativity {My Heroes Flashback}

Last year, two little girls took our TFI back-to-school challenge to heart.

It moved me to tears to learn of the ways they spent their summer in order to sponsor children in care who were just like them, just from slightly more challenging backgrounds.

Visit their stories again, and allow your creativity juices to flow on how you can make a small sacrifice to partner with us for this year's $10,000  Matching Challenge in an effort to provide back-to-school needs for our city's children in crisis situations!

Originally posted, August 2013 ~


Meet ELLA...

She's nine years old, in the 4th grade, and she loves to read, play soccer and piano.


Ella was a creative entrepreneur and constantly contrived new ways to meet the goals she felt God had led her to make. 

From Ella...

Hi, my name is Ella. This summer my goal was to raise $100 for foster kids' school supplies. I got my goal, and it was so exciting! First, I sold book marks for $1.00 each. Then I did a lemonade stand. We raised $30! Then, I did chores for the rest of the money. I did this because I wanted foster kids to have school supplies. It made me feel very happy. We also have a foster kid. 

Because of Ella, a little girl began her school journey of preschool with hope and confidence, even though she is terrified of the world swirling around her.


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Meet ELISABETH... 

She's seven years old, in the second grade, and she loves ballet and horses...

And she sacrificed her summer to love kids just like her, but they just happened to be foster kids.


Elisabeth worked a number of jobs and earned enough money to sponsor a little girl beginning kindergarten this year, in a new home with a new family...a world unknown to her.

From Elisabeth ~

I am so glad I donated this money to help another child in need. I felt like the Lord was calling me to do this. So I did! I hope this will make her feel loved and cared for.

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To be honest, I had moments this week when I allowed the whispers of the Enemy to become greater than the Truth. I wondered if any of this was scratching the surface and making difference. Then I would glance at these pictures on my computer and remember that Jesus said...

Let the little children come to Me, and do not hinder them. 
For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those such as these. 
~Matthew 19:14

Thank you Ella and Elisabeth for being the hands and feet of Jesus. Thank you for being examples of faith to all of us. I'm so honored to call you sisters in Christ Jesus.

Looking to our Savior,

1.12.2014

To the Church Member ~

You watch us file in one by one, taking the entire pew in front of you, while you quietly hum and smile to yourself, Red and yellow, black and white...

Standing to sing, you count and ask yourself, Is that one more or one less than last week? I can't keep count.

You scan the row...

The two littles fighting over who will be held first; the preteen who has never been in a church service and can't keep still; the boys punching each other in the stomachs, thinking no one sees; the teen swelling with new life in her womb; the wiggle worm making her way to the front of the church; and the mama bearing her shame on her sleeve because this is not her world, yet she'll cross chasms to sit beside her little one for an hour, whether it's a setting that is comfortable or not.

All at once, you chuckle as your eyes fill with tears, Yes, they are precious in His sight.

For the next hour and a half you watch the circus in wonder, aware you're not the only spectator.

As the benediction comes to close, prayers whispered, hands fall, you tap me on the shoulder watching one little monkey climb on my head, you smile and say, Thank you for what you do. It really is amazing and beautiful. I wish I could, but I can't.

The tears come to my eyes as I scan our crew, Thank you so much, but it's all Jesus.

Readying myself to say so much more, I hear a microphone banging against the new organ and turn to see Wiggle Worm conquering her newest quest.

I'll let you go because I know you're busy; I just wanted you to know.

My hand reaches after you because what I wanted to say...

Don't do what I do, but see her mama at the end of the row, would you invite her to lunch; hear her story? Offer a ride next week?

The one carrying life when her own is just beginning, would you plan a celebration for her? All others told her to choose death; could you celebrate her courage?

See the Worm making her way through the pews, sweep her up and hold her tight. She longs to be secure.

The boys banging on each others heads, would your husband mind grabbing the football in the back of the car, rally a couple of youth, and tossing it around with them a bit? They just need to let out their crazys.

Or maybe, that one caught between the world of childhood and cliff of her teens, take her for ice cream? She needs more love than I can ever give.

Dropping my hands I look to the faces around nodding and smiling, pointing at our row, and I whisper, Don't do what I do; do what He can do beautifully through you. Do the things I can't.

All because of Jesus ~

10.06.2013

Lifting the Burdens

I've been in a serious funk all week; hence, I took some respite from blogging.

You don't need to know every detail of my mind's dirty laundry.

And for someone who is known as having no filter and being totally real...funks are when people like me should sometimes keep their mouth shut or their fingers away from the computer, because what we might say could be very dangerous :)

But, boy, do I have some catching up to do!

We are so grateful to all who participated in our September canned food drive for Grace Klein Community! We are thankful that the food you provided will enable us to hold up the arms and encourage the hearts of families in crisis, and we praise God for a ministry like Grace Klein that continually sets an example for us!


Stay tuned for this week's announcement of our September heroes and the giveaway winner!

But our thanksgiving doesn't stop there!

Friday, we finished collecting 80 journey bags for children entering care. It was so cool to see my friend Stephanie celebrate her 30th birthday with the challenge to her friends to collect 30 journey bags! God provided abundantly! Girl, so grateful God designed your heart to reflect His beauty!

Lifeline foster parents Chris and Nancy also served with their Genesis Sunday school group at Canterbury Methodist Church to pack 40 bags for older children in crisis situations. What a blessing!

All in all, this is what my basement looked like when Kristen came to deliver...


Throw in some fifteen cans of formula from our August drive, and God provided for His glory through YOU!

At The Forgotten Initiative, our heart is to empower and provide opportunities for the body of Christ to enter in and equip, encourage and love on the foster care community and families in crisis. It is through simple acts of tangible faithfulness that walls begin to crumble and hope is steadily restored.

Join us for October's new challenge!  Throughout this month we will be collecting boxes of pull ups for DHR. Serve with us to lift the burdens of those who are faithful to serve in the system and continually face a job we cannot imaging doing.



Pick up one extra box this month or do a drive in your neighborhood. I'll be keeping our eye out for our family heroes who are committed to lifting the burdens of others through simple acts of sacrifice. Your participation also enters you to win our October giveaway of one of our new family favorites!


Melissa and Doug has an entire line of family activities, and we've been using the dinnertime questions game for months. The kids can't get enough! By joining our October drive with only one package of pull-ups, you're entered to win your own Thanksgiving box of family questions!

We can't wait to see how God provides!

We always thank our God for you and continually mention you in all our prayers!
 ~ I Thessalonians 1:2

Looking ever to our Savior ~

9.02.2013

Community, Opportunity, and a GIVEAWAY!

READ TO THE END!

Okay, for those of you who are deep... I promise I'm gonna get back to my roots here... soon.

We've been processing and thinking. I'm so excited about where God seems to be leading us, but I'm not quite ready to write on it, just yet... but it's coming!

So, in the meantime...

I've shared multiple times on the immense blessing Grace Klein Community has been to our ministry and family. They have GREATLY supported The Forgotten Initiative, covered us and our kiddos in prayer, and faithfully helped provide food and basic needs for the families with whom we are walking.

We're so grateful to be part of their Community Night this coming Saturday! I'll have the chance to share what a beautiful impact this ministry has made on our lives and outreach through partnership.

It's a family affair, so bring the whole gang!


But there's more!

Without my faithful diligence, God still provided 20 cans for formula for our August drive! I'm so grateful! Thank you to all who participated.

Let's step it up a notch!

This month, in honor of Grace Klein's partnership with us, we will be collecting canned goods for their monthly food deliveries. Here's some super cool ways you can be involved!

~ Want your families or kiddos featured on the blog? Encourage your kids to creatively collect canned goods. Send in their picture once you've delivered your cans, and have then draw a picture or write about what they were able to do with God's strength as they served others. Hold a lemonade stand and charge a can of green beans :) Can't wait to see those precious faces! Get your scout troop, ballet class, or neighborhood involved!

~ Live far away? Consider sending goods via amazon! Let you kiddos earn the money and select what they would want to send! Message me for address.

~ Let your littles cut coupons and watch for the BOGO sales with you! Send in some pics of your faithful grocery shopping partners :)

Each family who participates will be entered for...



 a Seeds Family Worship CD! Never heard of Seeds?

With over 60 scriptures put to songs, we play these tunes all throughout our school day, in the car, while we cook. It's been such a challenge for me to be revived in meditating on the word throughout the day, even though they're designed for children!

You don't want to miss this! Join with us as we serve these ministry leaders in the community who have been so faithful to love others.

Regularly, our monthly drive will be a simple way for you to intentionally involve your children in faithful acts of service. Our focus will be to celebrate the work God is doing in your family and especially your children's hearts. Consider making this a monthly routine! We're so grateful!

"All the believers were of one heart and mind. 
No one claimed that any of their possessions was their own, but they shared all they had." 
~ Acts 4:32

Looking unto Jesus,

8.30.2013

My Heroes.

It's been a deep week.

I haven't quite had the gumption to write. Not sure I trust my lack of filter these last few days.

So many things of beauty; so many things of heartache...

It feels like attacks from our roaring Enemy on every side.

But in the moments between, I've longed to share the faces of my summer heroes...

Meet ELLA...

She's nine years old, in the 4th grade, and she loves to read, play soccer and piano.


Ella was a creative entrepreneur and constantly contrived new ways to meet the goals she felt God had led her to make. 

From Ella...

Hi, my name is Ella. This summer my goal was to raise $100 for foster kids' school supplies. I got my goal, and it was so exciting! First, I sold book marks for $1.00 each. Then I did a lemonade stand. We raised $30! Then, I did chores for the rest of the money. I did this because I wanted foster kids to have school supplies. It made me feel very happy. We also have a foster kid. 

Because of Ella, a little girl began her school journey of preschool with hope and confidence, even though she is terrified of the world swirling around her.


~~~~~~~~~~

Meet ELISABETH... 

She's seven years old, in the second grade, and she loves ballet and horses...

And she sacrificed her summer to love kids just like her, but they just happened to be foster kids.


Elisabeth worked a number of jobs and earned enough money to sponsor a little girl beginning kindergarten this year, in a new home with a new family...a world unknown to her.

From Elisabeth ~

I am so glad I donated this money to help another child in need. I felt like the Lord was calling me to do this. So I did! I hope this will make her feel loved and cared for.

~~~~~~~~~~

To be honest, I had moments this week when I allowed the whispers of the Enemy to become greater than the Truth. I wondered if any of this was scratching the surface and making difference. Then I would glance at these pictures on my computer and remember that Jesus said...

Let the little children come to Me, and do not hinder them. 
For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those such as these. 
~Matthew 19:14

Thank you Ella and Elisabeth for being the hands and feet of Jesus. Thank you for being examples of faith to all of us. I'm so honored to call you sisters in Christ Jesus.

Looking to our Savior,

5.29.2013

Voices of Foster Care: From the Friend


When I began working on this series, I knew I wanted a friend who has walked this journey with us to share her perspective. Many of us as foster parents have the unique balance of presenting and inviting our families and friends into this adventure we're on, and most of them know little about it. We were the same. Those in our close circles nodded quietly and smiled, sometimes changing the subject. 

And suddenly there is this moment when they realize, this isn't going away. They notice another new head pop from your car because you haven't had time to breathe since you said yes to the call, or they count another little body sharing your lap in the church pew.

I have been blessed with anchor friends. These gals who surround me are fulfilling beautiful and amazing callings God has placed on their lives. However, they have not allowed that to hinder them from finding spaces to enter into the beautiful mess God has given us. I'm so grateful. Teresa is one of these friends. We've been to the dark side and back together. So grateful she was willing to share.

When Catie first told me she and Jamie would be pursuing foster parenting, I thought two things: That is great for them, and I could never do that. I knew enough about foster care to know it was messy, broken, and seemingly forgotten about by God. As they went through the certification process, I absently thought they would find a baby to adopt before the fostering ever came about.
           
            The first child in their home was quickly followed by a second. Suddenly my friend, who I thought already had a bit too much drama in her life, was all kinds of hectic. I felt overwhelmed by the chaos sometimes. The aspects of the stories she could share of the children made me want justice. Their lives are more complicated than I like to involve my safe, controlled self to enter into. The tales of hours and days at court made me ask, Why are Catie and Jamie even bothering? I wondered how to love my friend well when almost everything about what they were doing made me want to run the other direction.

            Other children came. Different faces, same brokenness. Yet the children are always easy to love. They are not so very different than my own children. They adapt to a new environment and want to be known and loved. They welcomed the attention. Slowly their extended families became more present. I began to see that not every child in foster care had "bad" parents. They had parents/family who had less resources to hide how broken and in need of Jesus they were. Some even came to church, they held their children, who clung to them, who were so proud that their real Momma was sitting next to them in a place they had come to love and be loved in. These moments made me see that God cares about those parents as much as he cares about their children. He came to redeem it all, became a more real thought. And I saw my friends change. They loved every person who had contact with the children. It was about redeeming all parts, not just "saving" the kids. 

             The chaos affects me differently now. I no longer feel overwhelmed (most of the time). I still long for justice, but not my idea of justice - His. I long for grace to so invade these children’s lives and their families’ lives that they could not deny its power or His presence and deep love for each of them. So, as a friend and a member of the church body, I had to ask God how I could help enter into this picture of redemption. I still know I cannot do what Catie does, but I realized that God has not called me to be Catie. He has gifted me differently so that I can serve a purpose. So, that is what I do. I use the gifts I have been given to love my friends and their family. Most days this is simply praying. Some days it's cooking a meal. Many days, it's looking that child or that mother in the eye and praying that the value Christ has for them shines through as I hold them or engage them.

            I will tell you Teresa and her husband Lance have prayed, cooked and valued excellently, but they have served us in much greater ways than that as well. They have been the hands and feet of Jesus. Lance's blog, Build To Think, provides innovative ideas for unique approaches to the business, marketing and design world. However, I recently began applying some of his strategies in our case plan meetings and ministry relationships, as well as with my children around the house, and his challenge to shift my perspective has been so refreshing! Check it out.

Because of the Friend who never fails,

5.19.2013

Voices of Foster Care: From the Perspective of a Children's Ministry Director


Something Beautiful and Surprising


I promise you: nowhere on the children’s director’s job description will you find the item, “Creates and maintains an effective ministry to the ever-changing Lumpkin family.” I should know this because I’ve searched for it several times, usually when contemplating whether to demand a raise. Obviously, I’m kidding about that (though keep your eyes open for an announcement about the Betty Carter Love Offering), but the truth is that working with foster children has become one of the most joyful aspects of my job.  

Some of this relates to what you might call the “Altadena Paradox.” Our congregation is incredibly missions-minded and outreach-focused. We give freely of our money and time; we open our hearts and our doors to everyone. On the other hand, our church is nestled so deeply in the suburbs that even Papa John’s can’t find us. We’re mostly pasty-white, college-educated Southerners with nice houses and good jobs; those aren’t bad things in themselves, but they can make us intimidating to people who aren’t like us—especially people whose neediness and inner chaos have burst through the surface of their lives.

But God has done something beautiful and surprising; he’s called Jamie and Catie Lumpkin (who are just as pasty as the rest of us!) to open their family to children from the heart of the world’s chaos. It’s obvious that this calling demands more energy and focus than any normal, non-manic person has. When Jamie counts off Lumpkin kids on Sunday mornings before loading up the Tahoe, it’s like watching Captain Von Trapp try to herd wild bunnies. And when I get to have a (sometimes completely different set of) those little Lumpkins in my Sunday School class the next week, and I realize that God has brought them to us out of the darkest places to hear about the love of God, then my own sense of helplessness almost overwhelms me. I know that what these kids need is far, far more than I have to give. Unless they stay with the Lumpkins for a long time, they probably won’t even remember visiting AVPC, let alone what happened here in Sunday School. So I say a prayer for love and clarity, but also that God would go ahead of them and draw them to Himself.

So where’s the joy in that? Isn’t feeling helpless supposed to feel bad?
                  
It does feel bad. It would be nice if life were a Hallmark movie, and a half hour of Sunday kindness could heal a wounded child. The joy comes from the reminder that Jesus is the medicine we all long for. It’s easy to forget how we need Him when we get good at patching up our own brokenness and insulating ourselves from the chaos outside the church walls. Then a Tahoe pulls up and the chaos spills into the Fireplace Room. Somebody’s coloring on your white board with a Sharpie. So what? She’s not even sure what this place is; you get to tell her that God loves her and show her that she’s more valuable than the lesson you thought you were going to teach this morning.

By: Betty Carter, friend and mentor to us Lumpkins
And, just so also happens to be Children's Ministry Director at Altadena Valley Presbyterian Church 

Because of the One who is continually surprising us,

5.08.2013

Voices of Foster Care: Real Thoughts from a Single Foster Mama

As I walk through this journey of foster care, Jamie and I stand to applaud the single women we know embarking on this journey of middle motherhood. As they share their stories, they each have refused to settle for what the world considers would be the normal next step for them. They've jumped when it has been scary, trusted when it's been dark. When you consider the places you could join the trenches of foster care without actually become a foster parent, here it is. Upfront, right in your face. They are not called to do this alone. Become their "hands of Hur," as when Aaron held Moses' hands during the battle.

Consider these following thoughts from a perfectly real friend who knows that, Obedience is dangerous. Faith is dangerous. Jesus is dangerous. 

Love the ways she doesn't coat with sugar.

Can I be honest? If your answer is no, quit reading now.

So I'm hitting a few milestones this month. One is my one year anniversary of being a foster mommy. I received my first placement, Little Man, on May 25, 2012. It's been a year of many firsts, but this Sunday brings about a first that I am honestly dreading...

What is Mother's Day to someone who is not Mother?

I will wake up this Sunday having spent everyday for 6.5 months caring for two precious little girls. And for me, it will just be another day. Another day of wiping snot. Another day of making sure that sibling rivalry doesn't turn into sibling beat-uppery. Another day of getting two children dressed, ready, hair done, matching shoes on, and out the door in a timely fashion. Another day of worrying about whether or not I have enough money in the bank for the things that they need for school on Monday. Another day of listening to the fits when they go into time-out for disobeying or pinching their sister's arm. Another day of spending two hours driving to take them to a visit with their Mom...

Their Mom...

We will spend a good bit of this week shopping for Mom's gift and making her something special so that the separation between mother and child will not be quite as painful on a day that celebrates mothers. We will spend Sunday afternoon in the car driving to go see Mom and Grandmother and take them out to eat. We will give her gifts and hugs, spend time loving on her, and telling her "Happy Mother's Day." Then I will bring them back home where we will eat a quick dinner, take a quick bath, and then get to bed to start another week of school.

Am I a mother? Yes, I perform the duties of one. Am I Mom? No. 

In my heart, I know that I chose this. I chose to stand in the gap for children when it isn't possible for them to be with their birth families. I chose to be the one that is not, and never will be, the one that they love the most. I chose to be a single mother of children who are not my own and will only be with me for a season of their lives. 

When I was choosing, though, I didn't really think about the moments that make this an awkward and painful place to be. I didn't think about the moment in church where moms are asked to stand up and be recognized, but yet I don't feel like I have the right to stand, because I am not Mom. I didn't think about the little part of my heart that yearns to be the one that is thought of first on Mother's Day. I didn't think about how hard it would be to see all of those stupid Mother's Day commercials that show a daddy helping his child give Mom a gift while knowing that this will not be anywhere on my schedule this Sunday. I didn't think about how hard it would be to see all of my friends with their families without feeling a pang of jealousy. I just didn't think...

To be utterly transparent, I never imagined how much I would dread this day and wish I could hide under a rock for the duration of it. But I'm glad I didn't think. I'm glad those things that cloud my mind with dread right now weren't a part of my thought process when I was making the decisions that needed to be made a year ago. For where would I be without my Little Man and the many lessons he taught me about love and laughter? And where would I be now without my two spunky little girls who seem to teach me more everyday of forgiveness by forgiving me of my many, many shortcomings? 

So to all other non-Mothers out there... Happy Mother's Day, from me to you.

Follow this brave, perfectly honest woman's blog at Fostering Fancies

You want this gal in your corner :)

Because of the One who sees our unseen moments,

5.07.2013

Voices of Foster Care: Disruption


there is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus

Disruption...that's the official term for having a child(ren) removed from your home. The word itself is enough to bring shame into my heart and mind. I've really, really struggled with it especially in light of recent events with Dora and Diego. Even more so as I think on the fact that all three of our placements have ended in disruption for one reason or another. 

It is so very hard because in my pride, I didn't want to be that family. I wanted to be the family that sees all placements gloriously reunited with their mom and/or dad OR adopted into our family. God obviously had a different plan which I know by faith in His word, though not yet fully by sight, is bigger and better than my own.

Each situation was very different. With Mini-Man, we were simply stretched too thin, too soon. With Princess Petunia, the decision was made for us.  We trust that He will as He is already working to redeem. With PP, he allowed this to come to light while she is still young, and from all we've been able to learn, has made it so that she most likely will not be returning to the harmful environment any time soon. God has also graciously shielded our bio children from understanding all that PP has experienced. More than that, our sweet Rach shared with us that God used that time to bring her to a saving knowledge of Himself. How can we but rejoice even while we suffer?

Most recently with Dora and Diego, circumstances beyond our control such as delays in the court system, installation of all brand new judges, etc., combined with timing of major life events in our own family made it (disruption) the wise choice for us.

I'm still working through the reality of "disruption," but I know and trust that God has a plan and purpose for everything in our life and I trust that He is working for our good and His glory. 


I stalked Dawn for this post. As foster parents, parents, workers, spouses, we sometimes can buy into the lies that circumstances live and die with us when God is sovereign every step of the way, even in the "disruptions." I believe as foster parents, we also must come alongside one another when things don't go quite as we had envisioned. This is not an individualized battle; we're walking this journey of caring for families in crisis together.

Follow Mama Dawn  and her family in their faithful fostering journey and new adventure of adoption. 

Because of the One who is not surprised by Disruptions in our Lives,

5.04.2013

Voices of Foster Care: One Side or the Other?

I sat with her as she signed the life of her son over to another.

I held her hand as with a stroke of a pen, she chose to surrender her rights, her name removed from his, the right to have his head upon her chest.

The "Church" calls him orphan, but he was never an orphan.

Yes, he was removed from her, for good reason. Yes, he needed safety, protection and stability established.

But there was not an hour of his life that his name has not been wailed from the deepest parts of her soul.

There has not been a night that his face has not fluttered through her dreams.

There is not a day that passes that her mind doesn't dream of her hand reaching for his.

In the world of "Orphan Care," it's easy to draw lines in the sand before we understand the sides....

System vs. Church

Birth vs. Adoptive

International vs. Domestic

Adoptive vs. Foster

Is there a reason it has to be one or the other?

Yes, I know and understand the places where the lines must be drawn. An adoptive family must "break" from the birthfamily for a season or more to establish their child's place in the family.

The system must be faithful to keep its boundaries and parameters in order for them to do what the government has commissioned them to do.

But in order for the Gospel to go forth in this world of orphan care, we must begin to listen; to understand; to acknowledge and celebrate the stories God is writing through us and the roles He is calling us to play, because we are not all called to same roles.

I recently came across a post that verbalized some of the unspoken words I've heard through the faces at various conferences and orphan care meetings.

It drew a line in the sand between international orphan care and domestic orphan care.

Granted, I understand that people on both sides of our callings can be accused of diminishing the significance of the other's calling. But, who said that was ever our job?

The post I am referring to did challenge readers to examine the greater need for international adoption, claiming that foster care statistics are inflated, foster children are cared for, and foster children have greater options upon aging out.

Folks, let me tell you. There is NO line to be drawn here. For us to stand on one side or the other, I truly believe is a divisive effort of our Enemy in the ways God longs to unify us and use us for His kingdom to be brought to earth.

Though we haven't adopted internationally, we have explored it numerous times and begun the paperwork at various points.

Though we haven't adopted domestically, we were in line for a child we longed for, but because of circumstances beyond of control, we were called to walk away in order to protect one of our foster children to whom we had first committed.

So though I don't have first hand knowledge in all these areas, I will tell you Jamie and I have studied, listened, researched and observed close friends and the systems a great deal.

Internationally, the needs are beyond anything we can comprehend...in one country. Multiply that by the countries across the world, and let your heart break for the these things that break the heart of God.

But the great need internationally, does not diminish in any way the need domestically, or belittle it.

Yes, domestically, my children are placed in a safe home with access to medicine and food, but I will tell you also that the majority of them did not know that before they came into my home, and some of them truthfully won't know it again when they leave my home.

Yes, foster children do have access to educational and career opportunities once they "age out," but as we read yesterday in Leslie's post, there are few among this nation stepping up to walk with these children. And as is across the world, the reality is our American children are walking from the door of foster care into the world of human trafficking, kill or be killed, crime, and manipulation in order to survive.

And the little girl who is banging her head against my wall is suffering from the same attachment disorder as that little girl in China in an institutional crib.

These children are not either/or; they are both/and.

And our command as believers is not either/or; it is the command to carry the Gospel of Christ into the places of darkness in which these children, mothers, and fathers abide.

Walk into Child Protective Services on Monday and say you want to serve the "orphans" of the city, and you will be shunned from their front door forever.

These children we are serving on the domestic front are Orphans of the Living. Many of their mothers and fathers are jumping through hoops of the system to fight tooth and nail to have them back.

Some are not and have relatives standing in the battle.

Others, do become lost, pushed forward and labeled unadoptable. In Alabama, if each church was willing to only take one, just one of these children aging out, and walk with him, mentor him, fight for him...then the outcome and opportunities of our youth would be different than that of the horrors we have heard of around the world.

Can we check our expectations at the door? Can we leave our pride outside?

I have dear friends who have placed their babies for adoption at birth. I have precious friends who have been forced into surrendering their older children to adoption.

Are we willing to claim a child as a member of our family even though he or she may never want to have our name?

These are the faces of domestic adoption. They are vastly different than the young girl abandoned at the Chinese orphanage or the millions of hearts in Africa, but they are still faces.

Let's not give way to the division the Enemy longs for us to become entangled in. Instead, let's link arms, hit our knees for one another, and go out into the world to be the Incarnation of Christ to places of darkness by His mercy and grace that unites us all.

Because of the One who is the light,


Voices of Foster Care: Sound Bytes from Summit 9

Jamie and I were blessed to attend Summit 9 this week in Nashville. Summit is Christian Alliance for Orphans' national convention to bring all orphan or at-risk ministries together to together be jealous for His story written throughout the world, rather than our own individual stories.

I wanted to share a few of my favorite quotes with you...

How can we expect someone to love, when they have known no love? How can we expect a man to raise a family, when no one has been a father to him? ~ Stephen Ucembe, on growing up as a Kenyan orphan

The hunger for love is always greater than the hunger for bread. ~ Mother Teresa

We must come to our children the way God comes to us. ~ Dr. Karen Purvis, author of The Connected Child.

If correction is the foundation of the relationship between you and your child, then you have built an unstable relationship. ~ Dr. Karen Purvis

We are made for connection. It is God's big idea. ~ Dr. Karen Purvis

In order to overcome trauma in a child, it takes an average of three years of connected, consistent mentoring to begin to build healing. ~ Dr. Karen Purvis

Don't keep doing what's not working in your relationship with your child. Take a step of faith to do it differently. ~ Dr. Karen Purvis

The more children from hard places find a voice, the more they will be empowered to connect, heal and trust. ~ Dr. Karen Purvis

I do believe in God, and I am weak and desperately in need of Him. ~ David Platt

Research has found that foster children who are bounced and in the system long term have higher post-traumatic stress disorder levels than war veterans.

Loving these kids is dangerous. Faith is dangerous. Christ is dangerous.

As Christians, we cannot simply discuss; we must act. When we hear his voice, we must follow.

The culture in our home is as important as the culture of our heritage. 

GO FOR IT.

When God is in the midst of a calling, there is nothing that can hold you back.

Every kid has special needs and places of pain. Value them as they are, and allow them to be defined by Christ and a member of your family, not by their need.

We don't need another committee or program to figure and discuss how to do the Word. It's time for us to do the Word. ~ Bishop Martin; Possum Trot, Texas

We need the child or family in crisis to save us from toxic self-absorption. ~ Bishop Martin; Possum Trot, Texas

A small group of individuals can change the world. It's never been done any other way. It's what Christ modeled for us. ~ Senator Mary Landrieu

Governments do many things well. Raising children is not one of them. They keep children safe and protect children. But it is the church's job to raise children. Where is the church? ~ Senator Mary Landrieu

When God says He will care for the fatherless, He does, and He does it through His people who say, Yes. ~ Margaret, a Zambian widow caring for the orphans of Zambia

Every child deserves a family.

In getting your hands dirty, you get them clean. ~ Global Orphan Initiative

The greatest sermon you can give the world is your family.

Be responsible with your child's heart. ~ Nicole C. Mullens

For God, there are no unadoptable children. 

Crazy attracts crazy. ~ Heard someone say this. I'm claiming this for my family :)

Adoption represents God's predetermined pursuit of us, past sacrifice for us, and present love for us. ~ David Platt

God is good all the time. God knows what He is doing all the time. God wins all the time.

The more often a man feels without acting, the less he will be able to ever act, and in the long run, the less he will be able to feel. ~ C. S. Lewis

Because of the One who commands us to act,

4.28.2013

To the Graduating Senior:

I shared these thoughts at today's senior tea for one of the coolest graduating seniors, who happens to have also been adopted. She and her family have shaped our calling in so many ways. I've removed names for confidentiality.


To One of my Favorite Gals on Earth,

Your life is one born out of risk and faith.

From the moment you were conceived, you had a mother who possibly denied the whispers around her and brought you into the world, regardless of the backlash. Then, whatever her choices were or what her life looked like, she chose to lay you on the altar of her heart, knowing she was risking the grief only a mother can feel, knowing she was sacrificing something she had given life to.

Before you were shaped, your mother and father, risked their hope, risked their hearts as they prayed for you and longed for you, never knowing whether God would allow the answer of their prayers to be yes.

They stepped beyond what the world told them was comfortable and predictable and made you their own. Their names were stamped upon you, and in that same moment a covenant family brought you in. We promised to love you, promised to fight for you, promised in faith to take the risk of loving you.

Love and faith are always risks.

And as you grew, you experienced that. You loved when there love hasn’t always been returned; you hoped where it hasn’t been fulfilled, as you wanted; you fought when it seemed the battle was lost.

And in the moments when it seemed your story was unraveling, and you sat on my couch and wept, He was imprinting His name upon your heart a little deeper, chiseling you into the shape of His son’s image a little more clearly.

For you see, you know that you, we, any of us were never made for happiness, safety or comfort. We were made for Jesus. And coming into this world, not one of us looks like Him. But as He weaves His story into our lives, into your life, and He allows all of us to take part of in it, the results are so much more beautiful than happiness or comfort could ever bring.

I know because I’m looking at you. I see your heart. I’ve watched it unfold in you, even in the moments you wanted to run.

So now, in the coming months, the risks and the faith will fully become your own.

Don’t settle. Don’t ever turn back, even in the darkest valleys; because as He has always been, He will always be with you, before you, behind you. And though the moments may seem uncertain, the end is secure. You really will look like Jesus, you truly do stand in the righteousness of Christ, and eternity has been grafted in your heart for a purpose.

And as you’ve heard me say a million times, and you’ll hear me say a million times more, you were made for Jesus. Let that always be forefront on your mind.

And only because of Jesus can you live in a way that this world is not worthy of you, as it says in Hebrews 11.

You have made Jamie and me long for Christ. You have believed in the calling God has placed on our lives when we stopped believing in it, and you have pushed us onward. You loved us, our children, and every child that has been brought into our home by God’s grace, with risk and faith, knowing there are no guarantees.

I’m jealous for His story in you and for the opportunity to watch it unfold.

Jamie and I love you more than words can say, and we are so proud of who Jesus is growing you into.

3.14.2013

To Know and Be Known

It's been a whopper of a month. 

After 21 days of the stomach virus, we welcomed three young girls into our home. Buster B is nine, Peppermint Patty is 7, and Little KBug is 3. If you're doing math in your head, that's two 9's, two 7's, two 3's and a five-year-old in our house right now. 

On March 4th, I turned 34. And so many of you jumped in on my Blog Birthday Party. God has and is providing for next week's Project Sunshine in beautiful ways. Can't wait to report.

But on the home front, I spent my birthday cleaning up yet more vomit. That was day 20.

Ironically, it was one of my favorite birthdays ever. 

There were no extravagant gifts. No big date. No dressing up.

But Jamie and the boys decorated the house with 34 post it notes of things they love about me. These were some of my favorite...

One of Jamie's...


One of Benjamin's...


One of Caleb's...


I took all the notes and taped them all over my bedroom wall, so I see them first thing when my eyes open in the morning. It makes me so happy. 

If you know me, you know that I prefer a true note or talk with you over a gift any day. As I was taping my notes on my wall, I realized how deeply Jamie has grown to know me and know how I long to be loved.

Later in the week, we were all stable enough that I was able to escape for a night with my Besties. These three girls and I have literally been to the deepest, darkest places together over the last six years, and we've held hands through it all. We're not alike. God has called us and our families to very different ministries and spaces of His kingdom, but there's not many places I feel more at home, that make me want my Savior more, and where I rest more.

And so, I wept when I opened this...


This Behold the Lamb wreath is available from Family Life. It's designed to use each day during the week leading up to Easter, starting on Palm Sunday. Each day we are able to talk about one of the eight "I Am" statements in the book of John. The cards are held in a small burlap sack, and then can be displayed on the wreath. My understanding is that they will be making Thanksgiving and Christmas supplements available for the wreath as well.

If you know me, you know one of my greatest passions is family worship times and equipping families in the discipleship of their children. As I thumbed through all the booklets, I realized my Besties didn't get me a purse or earrings because they felt they had to get my something. They studied me and my heart, and they have taken the time to know me and know the types of things that draw me closer to others and closer to Jesus.

I'm a blessed gal.

But from there, I turned to welcome three little girls who in an instant became virtually unknown. In a moment, the person who once knew their favorite colors, their sizes, the foods they eat, their fears, hopes and dreams....all the things they had once shared with another vaporized in a moment of crisis, and they woke to face a new school, new teachers, new rules, new peers, new routines and schedules, new siblings, and a new "momma" and "daddy."

Buster B said that night collapsing in the bed, My heart is so tired.

Isn't that how all our hearts feel we fail to be known to others? When we feel we've slipped through the cracks and somehow become invisible in the moments of chaos?

And we forget that the whispers that we are unknown and unseen are a lie from the Ultimate Liar. 

And the Lover of our Souls reminds us...

But now, thus says the Lord, He who created you, O Jacob, He who formed you, O Israel: "Fear not for I have redeemed you. I have called you by name; you are mine." ~ Isaiah 43:1

And He reassures us...

I am the good shepherd. I know my own and my own know me. Just as the Father knows me and I know the Father;  and I lay down my life for the sheep. ~ John 10:14-15

And He promises us...

I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore, I have continued my faithfulness to you. ~ Jeremiah 31:3

And as I tuck my sons and my daughters into bed, I whisper that they are deeply known and deeply loved.

Beloved, let us know one another because of the One who knows us.

12.29.2012

His Plans, Not Mine


I'm breathing deeply.

Right now, I was suppose to be on a surprise getaway with Sweet Man James for my Christmas present, coordinated to the detail by him and some of my precious foster family friends and my family.

Enter Cinderella with cough, throw up, fever and the most pitiful puffy eyes I've ever seen.

So instead of a fancy dinner rendezvous at Taco Casa, I'm cuddling with our newest Little Bit for the fourth day in a row. I know every Little Pony's name, and I can do a pretty smooth samba to the Bubble Guppies theme song.

When we first realized it wasn't going to happen, I had a fleeting thought, I'm giving up my precious time away of rest for a child who isn't really mine, a child who will break my heart in the end. Is this even worth it?

I remembered the verse Lifeline director Herbie Newell shared at our foster parent Christmas dinner, "Whoever welcomes one of these little children in my name welcomes me; and whoever welcomes me does not welcome me but the one who sent me."  - Mark 9:37

It's not the way we planned this weekend, but it's exactly what our Father had planned for us. Instead of whispering sweet nothings in my man's ear, I'm hearing, "Momma, I love you," while I wipe a nose and clean up throw up that was meant for only me to clean in this season of my life...of her life, because I'm not sure how long I'll have the honor of doing that for Cinderella, and it is an honor.

It's been a few weeks since I've blogged because this was perhaps the most insane season we've lived in all our days. There's busy, and then there's insanity. We passed the psychosis state right past insanity. But, as I look back, every moment was orchestrated by my Father's hands. Time after time, we saw a child enter care, and we received an anonymous gift in the mail for the exact amount needed to cover that child's Christmas.

We witnessed one of our children's parents need an exact amount to cover an unexpected bill; the cash was in our mailbox with her name on it by the end of the day, without our telling anyone...You were the hand of God whoever you were. 

I had to give myself time to open each of these Holy treasures before I set them on display for all to see for HIS glory. I'm still processing. I never thought I (we) would be the ones who would have a chance to live this kind of life, dependent on God's provision, interdependent with our covenant family. And now, I can't go back.

I can't wait to introduce you to radical children who chose to pursue justice this Christmas, rather than selfish gain, or families who opted to "do the season" in a new way, as they poured themselves and their resources out for the least of these when it wasn't comfortable.

I'm giddy for you to meet the new children in our lives, children who've entered the safety of our home on a regular basis, not through the system, but through doors only the Father could open.

And then there's Cinderella...

And our girls and their momma...

And our Baby J, isn't a baby anymore...

There was one Sunday this month when I looked down our church pew: there were the girls and their momma, Baby M's family, my boys, Jamie, Cinderella, and J's family had asked if we could have him for the weekend. He sat in my lap, and I breathed the Holy, set apart, moment in deeply. 

Never in my life would I have dreamed...

However, as it is written: no eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no human mind has conceived, the things God has prepared for those who love Him. - I Corinthians 2:9

Maybe, just maybe those things He's planned aren't about our appeasement or comfort, but about His ministry of reconciliation through us, His love poured through our broken vessels, and His glory being proclaimed through our splintered lives.

I'll take that over a weekend away any day, even if it is with my favorite man on earth.