On The Edge Of Faith. Afraid to Jump. Where Our Foster Daughter Finds Jesus.

She sits on the edge of diving.  Diving into a world foreign to what she knows.  She waits.  Hesitates.  Wants to know…. Is it real? Will this hurt me? Can I really be….something other than what I have been being? And I see the war.  So tangible. Waking me in sleeping hours, to help her fight […]

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Faith Like A Surfboard

What draws them to the water’s edge?  When sharks lurk. And a surfer just got killed a day before they go? What is it in my son’s blood….that drives him to the only place, he feels alive and is ever home? And was it bubbling over, in my husband.  Also.  Long before we met? This ocean’s […]

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When A Stranger Captures Me. Homeless.

I can’t get him out of my head.  A sunken feeling.  Leaves me breathless. From his image. We pass.  The world dances.  All around. And he sleeps.  As if…. An invisible species.  Many not thinking.  Worth redeeming.  Or feeding…..for that matter. And my husband asks, “Why”….”Why does he capture you so?” And my lips move voluntarily….as […]

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When Trials Are Won. And the Most Unlikely Witness Of All.

The room sweats with suffering.  And faces are mute with agitation.  Agitation of the worst kind.  The kind like when watching a scary movie.  And you can’t run.  Can’t scream. Courtroom insisting.  No one leaving.  Glued to the bench.  Staring.  Though we all want to turn away. Evidence roars like thunder, as a lightening of evidence strikes […]

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When the Day Makes Way for Grace.

Have you ever had one of those days? Like today.  Call from my child’s school.  Saying…..there has been a mistake. Hepatitis B. Not in records.  Deleted from the computers at the clinic. Shots.  Three kids.  Countless foster infants.  All up to date.  But, they insist.  So…we make a road trip.  Twenty miles away.  To our pediatrician.  […]

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What If You Weren’t Privileged?

The lingering fumes of my neighbors garbage.  Burns alongside the road.  Waking me to another morn.  Another day.  Oh hoping.  And praying. And I sit.  Knees strong on the dust before me. First thing.  Like Abuela taught me. Praying to a God I don’t know. Nervously caressing the dangling emblem. Abuela gave me.  Strung around my […]

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