Comfort, Death, Loss, Love, Ministry, The Unexpected, Why

Leave Your Shoes At The Door

Still, it remains in my mind some days later, the picture of the children's shoes outside the front door of the house on a warm Sunday afternoon. I can feel the warm breeze blowing through the front door, hear the weeping of children, and feel the sting of death - and there was my little girl in the middle taking part in the "ministry of presence." 

Family, Grief, Journey, Love, Missions, Perspective

One More Time

One of the most painful experiences for any parent is to let their children spread their wings and fly. The first time I had to let go was in 2003 when my son Tommy left Africa to attend university Stateside. I wrote a poem for him, as I have for each one when they left. 2003 wasn't so long ago, was it?

Family, Good night, Mother's Day, Perspective, Time

The Last Time Mama Tucked Me In

I wrote this in 2015 remembering my mother and wanted to reshare on the anniversary of her death 12 years ago. I love you Aiti, always. I tucked in my seven-year-old daughter last night and inhaled deeply as I looked around her room. She had a night light. She had her music. She had her… Continue reading The Last Time Mama Tucked Me In

Adoption, Choices, Family, Mercy, Why

The Paintbrush…

I have four children, each one is precious to me. My firstborn was the first: the first child born to our family, the first one we taught to walk, the first one we walked to school, and the first one to leave home. He was the "trial run" that paved the way for his siblings.… Continue reading The Paintbrush…