Five Reasons My Great Aunt is Cooler Than Yours

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5. She’s turning 90 years old soon and daily uses a computer, an IPad, and a smart phone.

4. She uses Facebook to keep up with all her children, grand-children, great grandchildren, grand-nieces (me), and even my children and grandchildren (and remembers all of their names).

3. She Skypes with me when I’m living or traveling halfway around the world in a different time zone.

2. She buys and reads E-books (including mine) and tells all her friends about them.

1. She gets on WordPress and comments on my blogs.

my great aunt

There is NO WAY your 90-year-old relatives are cooler than that … but IF they are, please leave a comment and tell me why!

(Note: In the photo above, the girl on the far right is my great-grandmother– the mother of my great aunt.)




Click on one of the images of books below to learn about each book!


adoption, Nine Year Pregnancy, paper pregnancyadoption journal, paper pregnancy journal, waterfall, serene waterfall, lush waterfall, serene placeThree Days at Sea, Delana Stewart, Delana's book, devotional, soul flotation, encouragement











hope, faith, inspiration, scripture“MOM. THANK YOU FOR NEVER GIVING UP ON ME!” This phrase and two encouraging verses might be just what you need to hear today if you are parenting a child who is discouraged, broken hearted, grieving, or suffering from RAD or FASD.

Originally posted on Responding In Faith...:

Let us hold fast the confession of our hope without wavering, for He who promised is faithful; (Hebrews 10:23 NASB)

Hope…certainties that will happen but haven’t yet been revealed by God! We must believe in the promises of God because He is faithful. This is what we cling to as we parent the broken hearted child. This is the truth which sets us free from worry.

One particular child in my home wavers back and forth in her journey. A step forward…two steps back…only to leap ahead by four. It has been a pilgrimage. It’s difficult on some days. On other days I look at her and am in awe of the healing God has done. She writes me many letters. Letters of apology. Letters of pain. Letters of her own personal trials. But the one thing she always writes gives me so much hope…


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Loved No Less

(An adopted child’s Father’s Day tribute.)tree art, cross, adoption, Father's Day

We often hear about birthmothers and the need (especially around Mother’s Day) for an adopted child to have time to think about, pray for, or send a card and picture to the birthmother. We do not often hear about Father’s Day and biological or “birth” fathers. Maybe because in many cases the biological father was not around for the birth (or perhaps did not even know the birth or conception took place). In any case, an adopted child has a mother AND a father responsible for his/her life. Nearly two decades ago, I wrote a poem about the three fathers in my life (the third one being my stepfather). I have rewritten this poem from the perspective of an adopted child. In it contains the message by which I hope our daughter grows up.

Loved No Less

I have three fathers, I am blessed.

The Father who formed me in my mother’s womb

Gave His life for me on Calvary’s tree.

He is Life, and He is Love.

He is my Father up above.


One father gave to me the image that the mirror sees

And my personality.

He met my birth mom on this earth.

He’s from the country of my birth.


One father to me bestowed . . .

Riches worth far more than gold.

He shapes my character and my will.

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A Father’s Embrace

With faith in God, he longs to fill

My life with wisdom, hope, and grace

And show me to Christ’s holy face.

He shared with me his life, his home,

And loved me no less than his very own!


(by: DH Stewart © 1998—rewritten for Jade on June 11, 2014)



Pontiac, Firebird, sports car, fast car, black car, T-topsSee also:

Fathers and Firebirds (adoption related)

Father’s Free to Lead  (patriotic)

I Choose You  (adoption and mothers)



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Ketchup and Traffic Lights

Heinz ketchup used to have a commercial jingle that talked about anticipation making us wait. Traffic lights make us wait. Both are red. Therefore, red must equal waiting. Red could also describe paper cuts in the “paper pregnancy” of the adoption journey!

Most people associate the color red with love (red hearts) or anger (seeing red). But maybe red really reminds us of waiting.

What color reminds you of waiting? Why?pregnancy, labor, waiting

Is there a time or story from your life about waiting?

What is the longest you ever waited for someone or something?

Tell me your story!


Please leave your comments and stories below!

See also:

Seeing Red?

4 Tips for Surviving Long Journeys

Season of Waiting


When Your Sighing Cedes

“Heartless are the tears that do not fall, The pain that comes without a sting . . .” begins this original poem written by my son Jordan.

jordan poemPhoto also taken by Jordan Stewart.

See also:

Heart Tears by: Delana

HeartSong One: Windows to the Soul by: Delana

HeartCore by: R.S. Jacobs

Of Sheep and Shepherds by: Delana (praying the 23rd Psalm for your children)