The Child That Wasn’t Mine

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…

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Caston: Month 1

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…

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Two Weeks HOME

  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…

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