Merry Christmas!Praising our Wonderful Counselor, Almighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace!incredible photos by Mandie Joy Read more

Merry Christmas! Praising our Wonderful Counselor, Almighty God, Everlasting Father, Prince of Peace! incredible photos by Mandie Joy Read more

Tonight, I rock a baby who is not mine. For the fifth time this year, we have a foster-baby. I snuggle her close and gaze into her eyes as I feed her a bottle and sing Jesus over her. I kiss her forehead and pat her back just as if she were mine. I swaddle her tight and I tuck her in beside my pillow as if she were mine. But Jesus said, “Not this one.” When we offer to... Read more

The last few weeks have been so full of God’s blessings and extravagant surprises. Every day another gift, beautiful and unexpected. I feel spoiled rotten by the God of the universe, His love just too good and too perfect for little, broken me. ... Read more

The last few weeks have been so full of God’s blessings and extravagant surprises. Every day another gift, beautiful and unexpected. I feel spoiled rotten by the God of the universe, His love just too good and too perfect for little, broken me. I shared this with a close friend recently, giggling with surprise and awe like a little girl who just received a marvelous present from her Daddy. His response was perfect. “He loves you, Katie. You’re one of... Read more

It is after midnight and I lay her in yet another new bed in another new place. Strangers-turned-friends have opened their home up to us, the wanderers, during this quick trip throughout the United States. As I lay her head on what seems the twen... Read more

It is after midnight and I lay her in yet another new bed in another new place. Strangers-turned-friends have opened their home up to us, the wanderers, during this quick trip throughout the United States. As I lay her head on what seems the twentieth different pillow in three weeks it occurs to me that once again she will wake up in a place that is not where she fell asleep. And as soon as I realize this I realize... Read more

Rummaging through our box of paperwork, I find it and it hits me unexpected. Her birth certificate, the one her birth mom stuffed in her bag as she sent her off to a “better life” at her uncle’s when she was only five. And at the top is a blue... Read more

Rummaging through our box of paperwork, I find it and it hits me unexpected. Her birth certificate, the one her birth mom stuffed in her bag as she sent her off to a “better life” at her uncle’s when she was only five. And at the top is a blue stamp that reads Siripi Rhino Camp. Camp. The word hits me like a punch to the gut and I fight the urge to vomit. In Uganda, the word camp does... Read more