To Rise Above — Choose Joy

No book that I have read about any person’s life has most reminded me of Job and Job’s character amid devastation than the book From Depths We Rise by Sarah Rodriguez. Just launched by Shiloh Press, Barbour Publishing, her “Journey of Beauty from Ashes” will strengthen your faith and challenge you to choose joy – even in the midst of the storm. “For He bruises, but He binds up; He wounds, but His hands make whole.” (Job 5:18–NKJV). “Though He slay me, yet will I trust Him. Even so, I will defend my own ways before him.” (Job 13:15 NKJV).

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Letter From Heaven

Yesterday was Mother’s Day. For many this is a joyous occasion of celebrating the love of our mothers or being celebrated by our children). But for some it can be bittersweet . . . or just plain bitter: those who have lost a mother or a child, and those who are longing to be mothers. This is the first mother’s day since my littlest grandson Jamie went to be with Jesus. Here is a poem I wrote for my daughter-in-love to encourage her and to honor our memory of Jamie. May it be a blessing to others who have children who have gone on ahead of them. Letter from heaven…

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Within These Walls

An encouraging word for mothers of young children. “If you mainly notice the clutter of toys, the undone chores, the dust…then you don’t see everything I see within these walls…”

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Breaking Off

When I was growing up there was a commercial and radio jingle for the candy bar Kit Kat that said something like — Give me a break, give me a break, break me off a piece of that Kit Kat bar. Well, I need a break. I need a media input break. Between news headlines, work, and even the fun stuff, I have found myself in overload.

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Learning from the Best

Though Jesus was never a physical parent on earth, I would say He knows a thing or two about parenting! He is God; He is Shepherd; He is Creator; He is Love. Recently, I opened theCompassion, Yoke, gentle, rest, parenting Word asking the Lord to direct my steps and give me wisdom in parenting. The following very familiar verses were viewed with a new perspective.

Thirty-Four Minutes

Thirty-four minutes is a poem written upon the birth and death of my second grand child. Great reflection for anyone who has lost a child or has experienced a miscarriage or still birth. Grief, loss, love.

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Loved No Less

(An adopted child’s Father’s Day tribute.) 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…

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Putting Down Roots

No more moving. No more goodbyes. All my loved ones in one place. Sounds like heaven to me! I was re-reading and contemplating an old post To Be Deracinated, regarding being uprooted. I thought about the joy that will be mine when I reach the place Jesus is preparing for me where I no longer…

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Let There Be Joy

I have learned to find joy in challenges and trials, though it is not easy to see. But for this week’s photo challenge I have chosen moments in my life where joy was easy to see . . . This week’s photo challenge is “Joy.”                    …

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A Hiker’s Quandry

“After we come to the realization that we are traveling down the wrong road we have to . . . look around for things to get us back on the correct road. Not seeing any, we have to backtrack working through the things we’ve just traveled through and reacquire our bearings to continue down the correct…

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To Be Deracinated

Children mistakenly think: “I wish I were already a grown-up so I could be done with school and learning!” Once they grow up, especially if they are wise, they learn that learning never ends. Today, thanks to a Freshly Pressed post on WordPress, I learned a new vocabulary word–deracinate. Third Culture Kids (TCKs) and transracial adoptees …

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Gold-Rimmed Mirror

think especially about my 90-year old grandmother, my only surviving grandparent. About a decade ago, I wrote a poem reflecting on childhood visits to my grandmother’s house. This is her first grandparent’s day not in her home…the home I have such fond memories of visiting.

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I Choose You

nspired by the poem “I Like You” by Sandol Stoddard Warburg, I wrote this poem collaborating with my daughter, told as if she were speaking to me. After reading it together, she hugged me and said the part that is now the last stanza of this poem. My high-school English teacher introduced me to the poem “I Like You,” which is now available as a book.

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Adoptive Mothers are Real Mothers, Too!

Many well-meaning people ask adoptive mothers if the child who does not resemble them is their “real” child. From time-to-time an adopted child will even say to his/her mother, “You’re not my REAL Mother!” By real both mean biological. With Mother’s Day weekend approaching, my daughter and I chose fun books from the library on mothers. I chose to review one of them–the one about adoptive mothers. You’re Not My REAL Mother! by Molly Friedrich

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A Portrait of Mothers

This is a picture of my great-grandmother holding my granny when she was a little girl. With Mother’s Day coming up this weekend, I thought I would post this photo with a poem. Are you a mom in waiting? See: Waiting Expectantly See also: Stories and Poems for a Mother’s Heart

Thanking an Educator

Originally posted on Three Days at Sea:
September 24, 2012 Dear Ms. Flanagan, Yesterday, as our church honored educators, we watched a video about a neurosurgeon who contacted his middle school science teacher thanking him for encouraging him and telling him that he had what it took to be a brain surgeon. The video clip…

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Who is This Person I Call Mom?

By Delana H. Stewart “Who is this person I call Mom and why doesn’t she look like me?” Here is an excerpt from an article I wrote last Mother’s Day about why Mother’s Day can be a difficult season for the adoptee (and her family). You can read the full article by clicking here. Our…

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Just Five More Minutes: Earning TV Time

always knew that watching television was a great motivator for my daughter, but what I didn’t know is that I had been going about it the wrong way. After reading the book Have a New Kid by Friday, I combined the principles I learned from that book with the principles I learned from Parenting With Love and Logic, and came up with an idea.