Monday, August 31, 2015

Tee shirt update.

I think it's safe to say, we all assume on a blog that gets nearly 1000 visits a day...that a fundraiser just sky rockets.  :)

It's not true.

Our goal is to sell over 100 shirts to make the fundraiser worth while.  As of today, I've sold 7.

I linked a Paypal button on the right side of the blog, making it super easy. On top of that, there's no set price.  Any donation amount will get you a shirt in your color and size choice.


**update: 14 sold!**

**Update on Sept 9: **32 shirts sold**!!

Thursday, August 27, 2015


Because most of us are fighting a battle.

Usually a secret one.  No one knows.  But in the quiet of your heart, you do. And you are tired.

So.. very..tired.

If I were to ask you if you consider yourself courageous...I think it would be an instant, confidant response.

Perhaps a chuckle.  Coupled with an awkward shrug.

"Me...? Courageous?"

The word 'courage' almost confuses us.

We picture strong.  Like...really strong.

Brave.  Like...really brave.

What if courage is simply standing up...? When take a stand.  For truth.  For what you believe.  For what is right.

What if... courage is not laughing at that joke in the break room? Yah.  That's... hard.

What if...courage is simply facing another day?  In the midst of pain. Heartbreak. Betrayal.  Choosing to not give up.  When, in fact...that's all you think about.

What if... courage is watching someone you love go through cancer...and choosing hope? Choosing fight.  Choosing to even find joy...when it's very dark.

What if...courage is reminding yourself that tomorrow is new?  And with it...come God's new mercies.  And your's not over yet.

What if...courage is giving? Giving when your tank is so very dry.

Let's give you a do-over.   Now if I were to ask you..."Are you courageous?"  What would you say?

This design is simple.  But powerful.  So small. So insignificant.  Just quietly...swimming...upstream.

You see...courage doesn't always roar.

This was made...with you in mind.

These shirts are really high quality.  The crew neck is fitted, but a great length. If you don't want fitted, order up a size.  I find it very true to size.  S, M, L, XL.  Black, grey, bright pink, teal.

The youth shirts are adorable.  S, M, L, XL.  Please don't hesitate to email me with questions on sizing.  Also available in several colors.

Every dollar (apart from paying for the shirt and the cost to ship it to you) will go to bringing ZhenAi home.  See...she's courageous too.  She didn't choose the battle she's fighting...neither did you.

There is no set price.  Suggested donation would be $25 including shipping.  Any amount you give...please specify the color and size and quantity. Shirts will be mailed in a few weeks.

Simply paypal to and leave in the comment your choice. I will ship anywhere in the world.

Thursday, August 13, 2015

Mommy's Superpower.

I will often hear our children talking about their wonderful make believe things and many times...'superpowers' come up.  Tirzah will tell the young children that Mommy has a Superpower.  They all listen with rapt attention...eyes wide...what in the world could it be...?

Mommy's Superpower...? Helping people change their lives.

Overhearing your 11 year old child tell that to her 4 and 6 year old siblings...makes me tear up.

Many people would think that she's referring to our 5 amazing children we have adopted and no doubt, had a tremendous impact on their lives.

But she's talking about something else.

Seven years ago I started a business that I could do 100% around my family.  Nap time. Bed time.  Totally around my family.  That was the beginning of a life changing journey.

I matched Dean's income in less than a year.  While being a full time, stay at home, homeschooling mom of 4 little children.  As God called us to amazing things, around the world, bringing once-orphans home to our family...our business continued to grow.

Last year, there was such an amazing, unforgettable day.  Dean closed the doors of his construction business and he came home. For good.

Here we were. Ten little children, homeschooling, three with special needs....and both of us, full time, stay at home parents.

What a tremendous gift.

Tirzah's talk to her younger siblings reminds me that we have been given something super special and perhaps it's time for me to reach out to you, my loyal readers.  I often pray that God leads me to people... praying for what I so easily take for granted.

This is our life. But I realize that many dream of such a life.  Perhaps...they don't even dream. That was me.  I didn't dream of being a stay at home mom with a stay at home husband!! I dreamed of not having creditors call me around the clock. I dreamed of sleeping at night without reciting verses over and over about anxiety and fear as I truly struggled finding joy when we were up to our eyeballs in debt.  I dreamed of knowing we were going to be ok.

When God called us to a big life (literally!)...that big life takes a lot.  Emotionally. Physically.  Financially.  And He has given us this amazing opportunity to provide for our family at every level.

What I love the very helping others.  Giving hope to others. Perhaps it's you.  You often think "we are so close...just a little bit more each month and we could breathe easier." I can help.

Perhaps you have been goals, big plans for life and as it stands right's years off.  I can help.

Perhaps you know someone.  Maybe a single mom.  Maybe someone who's worked hard their whole life only to just lose their job.  Maybe someone who desperately wants to stay home with their children...but as it stands right now, cannot.  Maybe someone like my husband...dreamed of owning his own business, the American dream...but didn't plan on the economy crashing and spiraling us into debt.

According to my 11 year old girl...her mommy has a superpower.  She helps people change their lives. Moms come home with their children.  Debts paid off. Goals reached.  Time to spend with the people they love the most.

The gift I was the gift that keeps on giving.

What if...this post was for you?

My heart is helping people.  It's what I simply love.  Pass it on.

Tuesday, August 4, 2015

What if ... it's a lie?

You have heard it...hundreds of times.  I've been comforted with it...hundreds of times.'s a lie.

"He won't give you more than you can handle!"


Somehow there are superhuman among us?  They are stronger, braver, more resilient than any of us can fathom?  They can hold their babies in their arms as they take their last breath....and they can handle that? That's not too much...?


No.  We are often given much more than we can handle.

In my reading a few weeks ago, I read this verse.  And I sat in my bedroom closet, on the floor, reading it over and over again.  The next night...I read it again...and couldn't get past it to read more.


2 Corinthians 12: 9-10.

"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." (Jesus said)  Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. 

For when I am weak, then I am strong.


We have been falsely comforted.  Yes. We are given much more than we can handle. People suffering through tremendous hardships ... they have the same emotions, struggles, fears...that you do.  They can't handle more than you can. They just have someone who can.

In my weaknesses...the power of Jesus is visible. Because I can't...and He's so obvious that it's Him, not me.

At some of the hardest, lowest points in my life...I have seen the most of Jesus.  Why? Because I needed to.

We live such self-sufficient lives.  We really can keep God in our little "Sunday go-to-meeting" box.  Pull Him out when we need to.  

When something is shaky in our lives instead of crying out for His strength...we question His very existence.  What....?  Yes.  It's true. We all do it.

When I had nothing in Africa....nothing.  Lost our baby. Thousands of miles away from my husband and children...I had no where else to draw support from. That's when I saw His love. His grace. That's when I heard His voice.  Because...I was desperate for it! Everything else had quieted. I was forced there by my inability to go on.

In my weakness...I saw His strength.

Instead of comforting each other and ourselves...which Christian-ese cliches that are definitely not founded in the Bible...let's acknowledge...we are given more than we can handle. 

We need Him.  

For when I am weak...then I am strong.  
Through Christ. 
 Christ in me.