This morning, I packed up my toddlers and went to moms’ group. We meet twice a month for coffee and snacks while we share about our lives and discuss that day’s topic from a Biblical perspective. We have ice breakers, which are usually pretty light and fun. Once it was, “What was the worst Christmas…
I am so very thankful to No Hands But Ours for sharing our family story on adopting two boys from China! You can check it out on their website or read below. No Hands But Ours is an absolutely amazing resource for anyone considering adoption. It is filled with family stories of people just like…
Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress… -James 1:27 When we officially began our adoption journey in 2013, my end goal was adopting one child. We would complete paperwork, wait for our match, adopt our son, and move on with our…
On the morning of Caston’s surgery, I felt my breathing change. It was a little bit of panic setting in as I allowed scary thoughts into my brain. He’s having surgery because something is wrong. What if they find something bad? What if they find nothing at all? What if… As I entertained all the thoughts…
What a difference four months of love, encouragement, and 29 doctors and therapist appointments can make! Our little Caston (who is not so little anymore) has shocked us all in the past few weeks. He is almost the same weight as Caleb, but that’s not the big news. Our dude is WALKING! We have been…
Is it odd to have a three and a half month update? Probably, but the planets have aligned temporarily that have given me a reprieve from mommying, making it possible to type without “help” from little hands. We will soon mark four months since our Forever Family Day with Caston, and in just under two weeks,…
I cried the whole way to church last Sunday. I was alone in the car, and I cried stinging tears from being overwhelmed by life and kids and circumstance. I cried so hard that I knew I couldn’t recover from the red, puffy eyes and sniffles before I walked into church. When we arrived in separate…
A not-so-short story about the persistence of prayer. And rainbows. In the spring of 2015, with a new baby in tow, my husband and I visited an orphanage in China. It was where our son Caleb lived for the first twelve and a half months of his little life. It was a terrible day. I…
Fifty one days ago, I met someone. Not just someone, but my son. He went by the name Zheng Bang, and in his sixteen little months, he knew many homes…four to be exact…until he was united with us. The Phillips family. Our name became his, as did our home, as did our kids. His. In…
Today marks the day that we have been home for the same amount of time that we were in China. It’s crazy because China seems like a distant memory now. Jet lag is gone, and all our bags are unpacked. I even had a craving for Chinese food this week, something that took over…
