“Choose three words to describe yourself,” I said to her. She was fifteen and broken, her heart wearing scars and still bleeding out of old wounds. Her world was one I’d never known. “You don’t know what it’s like,” she’d once told me. “When you go home, there’s...read more
So there I am in the night’s wee hours, hearing her wake, and I bend over to look at her in the dim lamplight. Her head turns towards me, her eyes lock with mine, and a smile explodes between her two chubby cheeks.
I melt, just because her eyes looked back into mine.
And I feel God tugging at my heart—the heart of His little girl. And I hear Him ask, “Do you know how I feel when you look up at Me?”read more
There are numerous ways to step into the world of foster care, and Jillian is one who boldly stepped in and now pours herself out daily as an advocate for these children. While serving with The Forgotten Initiative, Jillian has seen foster care from many angles. I'm...read more
So for the last two months or so, I’ve barely gotten out of my pajamas. New motherhood can do that to a woman, I’ve discovered. It can also make you strangely okay to go out in public unshowered, with crazy hair and maternity pants (even though you’re not pregnant...read more
When I met Sophie for the first time, she had a tiny African girl on her hip who was calling her Mommy. Anyone who looked at that blonde-haired, blue-eyed mother and her dark-skinned daughter could see a love that was running deep--something God-infused....read more
My burden for the orphan began when I first stepped into Russia's orphanages over a decade ago. Those children gripped me in a relentless way, and I've never been the same since. I've recently had the privilege of meeting a mom who has received four once-orphans from...read more