When Seth came to me, he was six months old. He seemed small in his big crib. Because he was under one year old, foster care Minimum Standards states that babies cannot have blankets in their bed. I used warm pajamas and sleep sacks to keep him warm as the winter months came.
At Christmas time, someone donated many handmade blankets to my agency. When my agency case manager dropped off a bag of presents for him, there was this super soft knitted blanket that was blue with hints of white and tan mixed in. He was still too young to have it in his bed, though. So I held onto it for him.
Shortly after turning one year old, I gave him the blanket to see if he liked it. There seemed to be an almost immediate bond between him and this blanket. Before I knew it, not only was he sleeping with it at bed time and nap time; but he was wanting to take it with him everywhere. It was the most precious thing to see him grab his blanket, squish into a ball, and cuddle up with it when he was tired.
He is three years old now. His love for that blanket is even stronger. He calls it his "baby". He uses it to communicate with me at times. He will tell me, "Baby is tired." Or "Baby needs a hug". When he does that, I scoop up him and his blanket into my arms and hold them close.
This blanket goes with him everywhere. It is in his backpack when we go to church. He takes "baby" with him to daycare. He drags it around the house from room to room. If he is grumpy, he will find his blanket for comfort. If we go somewhere that I'm concerned that the blanket might get lost (like the zoo), I tell him the blanket has to stay in the car. Oh the joy on his face when he is reunited with his "baby" upon entering the car again. He is basically Linus from Charlie Brown. :)
I never would have guessed that this blanket would be so significant to him when it was given to us. I wish I could thank the lady who made it. I'm sure she it would bring joy to her heart to know that something she made brought so much happiness to a little boy.
It just goes to show that you don't have to foster to help the children. You can make blankets too. And maybe, just maybe, one of those blankets will go to a little boy or girl who will find comfort in the softness of the yarn that was carefully put together by your loving hands.
Monday, July 8, 2019
Tuesday, July 2, 2019
Covenant
You've probably heard the saying "blood is stronger (or thicker) than water". Most people think that means that blood family is more important than anything else. I always thought that, until I learned about covenant. What does this saying and covenant have to do with adoption? Everything.
Covenant is not something our culture is familiar with. We are more comfortable with the concept of a contract. Contracts can be broken. Covenant is forever. What is a covenant anyway? The use of covenants have been around since the beginning. It was usually used as a way to protect a people group. A smaller or weaker group (vassals) would seek out a stronger more powerful group (suzerains) and come into covenant with them. This new relationship would typically offer protection for the weaker and provision for the stronger. (this is just one example.) There was a specific type of ceremony held to finalize this covenant. One of the things they would do is cut in half an ox or a cow. The leader of the vassals would walk in and out and around the dead animal saying their vows to the suzerains. Part of the vow would be along the lines of "let it be done to us as it has been done to this animal should we ever break our covenant with you." Basically, they were saying cut us in half should we stray from our vows of covenant. It was serious business.
Interestingly enough, there is a beautiful example of this in the Bible between Abraham and God. (You can find it in Genesis 15) God is making a covenant with Abram that he will be the father of many people. God is promising all these wonderful things to Abram, but He knew there was no way for Abram to uphold his end of the covenant. So it was God who walked between the animals that were cut in half. God made Himself lowly to be in covenant with Abraham.
Blood is shed for a covenant to be made. Because of the blood shed, this new relationship holds more power than anything before or after. Water, in this saying, is a symbol for the waters of birth. When a baby is born, water flows.
Covenant says that "blood is stronger than water." Are you getting it yet?
When I adopted my children, I was entering into a legal covenant. These children now have all the rights, privileges, and responsibilities of a biological child. When I stood before the judge, I was asked a series of questions ensuring that I understood the gravity of what I was entering into. No blood was shed, but a covenant was made non the less.
See part of the reason there are those who are against adoption is because of what it represents. It is a spiritual battle over something that is holy. When we adopt, we are showing the world that we have entered into a covenant with these children. The blood of the covenant is stronger than the waters of birth!! They may have been birthed by another person, but they are now under a covenant relationship with me.
This is something so powerful and beautiful. I'm not sure I am doing it justice. Feel free to do research on covenant. It is amazing!! Every time I hear a sermon on covenant, I learn something new. God sent Jesus to be the sacrifice for us, to allow us to enter into a covenant relationship with Him. I am a daughter of the King! I am an heir! I am adopted into His family!
The blood of the covenant is stronger than the waters of birth!
Covenant is not something our culture is familiar with. We are more comfortable with the concept of a contract. Contracts can be broken. Covenant is forever. What is a covenant anyway? The use of covenants have been around since the beginning. It was usually used as a way to protect a people group. A smaller or weaker group (vassals) would seek out a stronger more powerful group (suzerains) and come into covenant with them. This new relationship would typically offer protection for the weaker and provision for the stronger. (this is just one example.) There was a specific type of ceremony held to finalize this covenant. One of the things they would do is cut in half an ox or a cow. The leader of the vassals would walk in and out and around the dead animal saying their vows to the suzerains. Part of the vow would be along the lines of "let it be done to us as it has been done to this animal should we ever break our covenant with you." Basically, they were saying cut us in half should we stray from our vows of covenant. It was serious business.
Interestingly enough, there is a beautiful example of this in the Bible between Abraham and God. (You can find it in Genesis 15) God is making a covenant with Abram that he will be the father of many people. God is promising all these wonderful things to Abram, but He knew there was no way for Abram to uphold his end of the covenant. So it was God who walked between the animals that were cut in half. God made Himself lowly to be in covenant with Abraham.
Blood is shed for a covenant to be made. Because of the blood shed, this new relationship holds more power than anything before or after. Water, in this saying, is a symbol for the waters of birth. When a baby is born, water flows.
Covenant says that "blood is stronger than water." Are you getting it yet?
When I adopted my children, I was entering into a legal covenant. These children now have all the rights, privileges, and responsibilities of a biological child. When I stood before the judge, I was asked a series of questions ensuring that I understood the gravity of what I was entering into. No blood was shed, but a covenant was made non the less.
See part of the reason there are those who are against adoption is because of what it represents. It is a spiritual battle over something that is holy. When we adopt, we are showing the world that we have entered into a covenant with these children. The blood of the covenant is stronger than the waters of birth!! They may have been birthed by another person, but they are now under a covenant relationship with me.
This is something so powerful and beautiful. I'm not sure I am doing it justice. Feel free to do research on covenant. It is amazing!! Every time I hear a sermon on covenant, I learn something new. God sent Jesus to be the sacrifice for us, to allow us to enter into a covenant relationship with Him. I am a daughter of the King! I am an heir! I am adopted into His family!
The blood of the covenant is stronger than the waters of birth!
Thursday, June 13, 2019
The Pain of Father's Day
I was searching through my old blog posts. I was almost certain that I have written about this before, but maybe not. After all, writing this would make me exposed and vulnerable. So here we go....
Father's Day.... Those two words bring many emotions and thoughts. Today, I want to share about this holiday from the perspective of a single mom of two adopted kids.
I've said it more than once, I never anticipated being a single mom for this long. I figured marriage would happen before I adopted. It didn't. Now I find myself with two amazing children who have biological dads that they can't have a relationship with. In essence, they don't really have a dad. Those words take my breath away and crush my heart. It hurts me to hear them ask why they don't have a dad. My precious son asked his grandpa if he could be his dad too. I want desperately for my kids to have an earthly father that they can have a relationship with.
Then Father's Day comes around. Crafts are made at daycare and at church for a dad. The lack of a father is dredged back up again. More questions are asked. I cry some more over the gap I cannot fill. The ache in my heart gets deeper.
Honestly, it is hard to write about this. I'm struggling to find the words because the emotions are so big.
When my youngest sister got married recently, as I watched my dad walk her down the aisle, a thought came to my mind. "What if I never marry? What if Violet never gets a dad? Then she won't have a dad to give her away when she gets married!" My soul grieved at this thought. Sure, I could walk her down the aisle, but it isn't the same as a father.
My kids have lost so much already. I don't want them to miss out on more. Our pastor on Sunday talked about how no matter how good of an earthly father you have, there will be gaps that can only be filled by God. I needed that reminder because there is a giant hole in our family. It glares at me with every Father's Day commercial. I wish the knowledge that God fills the gaps was enough to bring peace to me. It should be. Instead tears continue to stream down my face as my heart screams "it isn't fair to them God! It isn't fair to them! They deserve an amazing earthly dad too!"
The lack of a husband for me and a dad for my kids is not something I can fix simply. So I hold my kids close to me and whisper to them how much I love them, that they have many people in their lives that love and care about them. I remind them that they aren't the only children without a dad. I tell them that God is our Father too.
We have a children's book based upon the song "Good, Good Father" by Chris Tomlin. It talks about what a good father is like. One of the lines says something along the lines of "He plans with the very best in mind". I am holding out hope that God is still planning things out for my family with the very best in mind. I am hoping that will mean a dad for my kids. Then maybe one day, this holiday called Father's Day, won't be so hard for us.
Father's Day.... Those two words bring many emotions and thoughts. Today, I want to share about this holiday from the perspective of a single mom of two adopted kids.
I've said it more than once, I never anticipated being a single mom for this long. I figured marriage would happen before I adopted. It didn't. Now I find myself with two amazing children who have biological dads that they can't have a relationship with. In essence, they don't really have a dad. Those words take my breath away and crush my heart. It hurts me to hear them ask why they don't have a dad. My precious son asked his grandpa if he could be his dad too. I want desperately for my kids to have an earthly father that they can have a relationship with.
Then Father's Day comes around. Crafts are made at daycare and at church for a dad. The lack of a father is dredged back up again. More questions are asked. I cry some more over the gap I cannot fill. The ache in my heart gets deeper.
Honestly, it is hard to write about this. I'm struggling to find the words because the emotions are so big.
When my youngest sister got married recently, as I watched my dad walk her down the aisle, a thought came to my mind. "What if I never marry? What if Violet never gets a dad? Then she won't have a dad to give her away when she gets married!" My soul grieved at this thought. Sure, I could walk her down the aisle, but it isn't the same as a father.
My kids have lost so much already. I don't want them to miss out on more. Our pastor on Sunday talked about how no matter how good of an earthly father you have, there will be gaps that can only be filled by God. I needed that reminder because there is a giant hole in our family. It glares at me with every Father's Day commercial. I wish the knowledge that God fills the gaps was enough to bring peace to me. It should be. Instead tears continue to stream down my face as my heart screams "it isn't fair to them God! It isn't fair to them! They deserve an amazing earthly dad too!"
The lack of a husband for me and a dad for my kids is not something I can fix simply. So I hold my kids close to me and whisper to them how much I love them, that they have many people in their lives that love and care about them. I remind them that they aren't the only children without a dad. I tell them that God is our Father too.
We have a children's book based upon the song "Good, Good Father" by Chris Tomlin. It talks about what a good father is like. One of the lines says something along the lines of "He plans with the very best in mind". I am holding out hope that God is still planning things out for my family with the very best in mind. I am hoping that will mean a dad for my kids. Then maybe one day, this holiday called Father's Day, won't be so hard for us.
Tuesday, June 4, 2019
Shift in Perspective
When I entered into the foster care and adoption world, I mainly wanted to adopt. I became a foster parent because the need was great, but my motive was to adopt. During trainings, they would tell you the goal of foster care is reunification which is right and good. However, my heart didn't hear that. It made the process harder for me, I think. The waiting was more painful. Now, when I talk to people who want to adopt from foster care, I remind them that isn't the goal. The goal is reunification. (However, adoption may be the goal for many kids in care whose parent's rights have already been terminated. That is a different situation altogether.)
I have learned a lot over the years. My perspectives have changed. I am continually learning and growing when it comes to adoption in general. I follow people who may have different view points so I can gain understanding. I listen to adult adoptees because their voice matters. I am thankful we have so many avenues to learn and grow as an adoptive parent.
There are some voices out there though that are getting louder in the foster care and adoption community. They are angry. (I'm still trying to figure out the why behind the anger.) They believe adoptions should be rare. They think that wanting to adopt is terrible because that means you are wanting an original family to fail. I've read statements saying to truly help children, we need to keep families together. Or all adoptees should ask what we as adoptive parents did to help their bio mom and dad? In theory, they aren't wrong. Yes, children should remain with their biological family AS LONG AS THEY ARE SAFE. That is the caveat.
We can come along side families and help them all day long. Some will accept the help, grow, change, and thrive!! Others will refuse help, deny any problems, and continue on their path. We cannot make an absolute statement that adoptions should never happen, or children should never be removed from their first family. That isn't realistic. Those who adopt should not be shamed for doing so.
I have seen many situations where the system was adamant about keeping the family unit together at all cost, even to the detriment of the children. Kids have died or been put into life threatening situations because of the push to keep families together, regardless of safety. This isn't okay. Families should offer safety and protection. If they cannot do that, then it is fine for others to step in and help those children. It is good even. I would go even as far as to say it is Godly to do so. (Whatever you do for the least of these, you do unto Me.)
Are there ethical issues that need to be dealt with in regards to adoption? OH MY YES!!! Especially with private domestic adoptions. I'm not denying that there are problems. I'm not saying we shouldn't encourage birth moms to raise their own children. I'm saying, if and when others are no longer able to take care of their child, there are families with open arms who will help.
I freely admit that my perspective was skewed when I entered into foster care. Like I said, I am learning. However, I don't think the desire to adopt is wrong. I never once prayed for a family to fail. I prayed for God's will. I prayed that if the biological family wasn't going to be a safe place that intervention would happen. I am aware that because my kids are no longer with bio family that trauma has occurred. And it wrecks me! I am not happy that their union was severed. I am not gleeful over the fact that my kids will forever wonder about their roots. Yet, I am happy that my home was open for them when they needed a place to be kept safe.
Why am I bringing all of this up? I believe that if you are interested in fostering or adopting, you need to do your research. Find an ethical agency to work with. Ask questions. Learn as much as you can. Check your own heart motives. Pray. Pray. Pray. If the Lord is leading you into this, He will direct you.
I am reminded that my two beautiful children that are mine via adoption, aren't truly mine. They belong to God. I am just doing the best I can with the beautiful gift He has given. (All children are a gift from God.)
I have learned a lot over the years. My perspectives have changed. I am continually learning and growing when it comes to adoption in general. I follow people who may have different view points so I can gain understanding. I listen to adult adoptees because their voice matters. I am thankful we have so many avenues to learn and grow as an adoptive parent.
There are some voices out there though that are getting louder in the foster care and adoption community. They are angry. (I'm still trying to figure out the why behind the anger.) They believe adoptions should be rare. They think that wanting to adopt is terrible because that means you are wanting an original family to fail. I've read statements saying to truly help children, we need to keep families together. Or all adoptees should ask what we as adoptive parents did to help their bio mom and dad? In theory, they aren't wrong. Yes, children should remain with their biological family AS LONG AS THEY ARE SAFE. That is the caveat.
We can come along side families and help them all day long. Some will accept the help, grow, change, and thrive!! Others will refuse help, deny any problems, and continue on their path. We cannot make an absolute statement that adoptions should never happen, or children should never be removed from their first family. That isn't realistic. Those who adopt should not be shamed for doing so.
I have seen many situations where the system was adamant about keeping the family unit together at all cost, even to the detriment of the children. Kids have died or been put into life threatening situations because of the push to keep families together, regardless of safety. This isn't okay. Families should offer safety and protection. If they cannot do that, then it is fine for others to step in and help those children. It is good even. I would go even as far as to say it is Godly to do so. (Whatever you do for the least of these, you do unto Me.)
Are there ethical issues that need to be dealt with in regards to adoption? OH MY YES!!! Especially with private domestic adoptions. I'm not denying that there are problems. I'm not saying we shouldn't encourage birth moms to raise their own children. I'm saying, if and when others are no longer able to take care of their child, there are families with open arms who will help.
I freely admit that my perspective was skewed when I entered into foster care. Like I said, I am learning. However, I don't think the desire to adopt is wrong. I never once prayed for a family to fail. I prayed for God's will. I prayed that if the biological family wasn't going to be a safe place that intervention would happen. I am aware that because my kids are no longer with bio family that trauma has occurred. And it wrecks me! I am not happy that their union was severed. I am not gleeful over the fact that my kids will forever wonder about their roots. Yet, I am happy that my home was open for them when they needed a place to be kept safe.
Why am I bringing all of this up? I believe that if you are interested in fostering or adopting, you need to do your research. Find an ethical agency to work with. Ask questions. Learn as much as you can. Check your own heart motives. Pray. Pray. Pray. If the Lord is leading you into this, He will direct you.
I am reminded that my two beautiful children that are mine via adoption, aren't truly mine. They belong to God. I am just doing the best I can with the beautiful gift He has given. (All children are a gift from God.)
Friday, May 31, 2019
Seth's Adoption
Seth's adoption was finalized August 30, 2018. Somehow, I'm just now getting around to writing about it. Even now as I'm typing this, I feel my body tensing up. Tears prick my eyes.
The week leading up to his adoption was STRESSFUL!!! I was not confident it would happen. We had an adoption date set, but we were still waiting for the court issued mandate stating that they were upholding the termination of parent's rights. It was finally issued on the 21st of August. We were holding off on signing adoption paperwork until we were close to the adoption date. In Texas, once you sign adoption papers moving the child from a foster placement to an adoptive placement, all foster subsidies stop. Our CPS case worker was scheduled to come to my home, along with my agency case manager, the Friday before our adoption to sign the papers. I had reached out to him the day before to confirm the time he was coming. I didn't get a response. Then later that day, I got a call from someone who was not even remotely connected to our case saying they were replacing him and finalizing everything. This was incredibly frustrating to me. Here we were days away from adoption and our main case worker was MIA. On top of that, he was supposed to fill out a specific document giving us information about the health and genealogy of the biological family. He didn't do it. So when the new lady came on the scene, she didn't have time to gather all that information. It was mainly blank. I was extremely frustrated because I KNEW he had those details. I was upset that this was creating more holes in my child's story.
I was so tense. I was truly uncertain that adoption was actually going to happen. The day before we were supposed to go to court for the finalization, I turned my neck wrong. All of a sudden it locked up. I was in crazy pain. I had a disc in my neck shift. I could only turn my head to the right but not to the left. My muscles in my shoulders and back were stiff. The fear of losing him was so real that my body was absorbing it.
Finally, the morning of his adoption came. We arrived at the courthouse with my parents. A sweet friend from church was taking pictures for me to document the day. I had butterflies in my stomach. Friends began to arrive. Although I was in severe pain, my heart was rejoicing that this day had finally come!
Seth wasn't quite sure what was going on. We had talked about it many times. He kept asking where the judge was. When we finally were called to go before the judge, I felt relief. When our attorney asked me his questions, my voice began to crack as tears came down my cheeks. It was really happening! The most precious boy in the whole world was going to be my son FOREVER!!!
After we were finished, we were taking pictures before the judge. Seth spontaneously gave me a great big hug, grinning from ear to ear. It was like he knew I wasn't going anywhere. My friend captured that moment. I will treasure that picture forever!
A few hours after the adoption, I found myself at the chiropractor. It was a painful adjustment, as I had two discs locked together. My chiropractor said this shift of discs usually happens when under extreme stress. Yup! That is about right.
My son was in foster care for 23 months. It felt like an eternity. I am blessed to be his mom. He amazes me daily. I am thankful that we are a forever family. We talk about adoption and what that means. He knows he is adopted. The other day I asked him what he thought about being adopted. He replied, "It's awesome." I think so too. :)
The week leading up to his adoption was STRESSFUL!!! I was not confident it would happen. We had an adoption date set, but we were still waiting for the court issued mandate stating that they were upholding the termination of parent's rights. It was finally issued on the 21st of August. We were holding off on signing adoption paperwork until we were close to the adoption date. In Texas, once you sign adoption papers moving the child from a foster placement to an adoptive placement, all foster subsidies stop. Our CPS case worker was scheduled to come to my home, along with my agency case manager, the Friday before our adoption to sign the papers. I had reached out to him the day before to confirm the time he was coming. I didn't get a response. Then later that day, I got a call from someone who was not even remotely connected to our case saying they were replacing him and finalizing everything. This was incredibly frustrating to me. Here we were days away from adoption and our main case worker was MIA. On top of that, he was supposed to fill out a specific document giving us information about the health and genealogy of the biological family. He didn't do it. So when the new lady came on the scene, she didn't have time to gather all that information. It was mainly blank. I was extremely frustrated because I KNEW he had those details. I was upset that this was creating more holes in my child's story.
I was so tense. I was truly uncertain that adoption was actually going to happen. The day before we were supposed to go to court for the finalization, I turned my neck wrong. All of a sudden it locked up. I was in crazy pain. I had a disc in my neck shift. I could only turn my head to the right but not to the left. My muscles in my shoulders and back were stiff. The fear of losing him was so real that my body was absorbing it.
Finally, the morning of his adoption came. We arrived at the courthouse with my parents. A sweet friend from church was taking pictures for me to document the day. I had butterflies in my stomach. Friends began to arrive. Although I was in severe pain, my heart was rejoicing that this day had finally come!
Seth wasn't quite sure what was going on. We had talked about it many times. He kept asking where the judge was. When we finally were called to go before the judge, I felt relief. When our attorney asked me his questions, my voice began to crack as tears came down my cheeks. It was really happening! The most precious boy in the whole world was going to be my son FOREVER!!!
After we were finished, we were taking pictures before the judge. Seth spontaneously gave me a great big hug, grinning from ear to ear. It was like he knew I wasn't going anywhere. My friend captured that moment. I will treasure that picture forever!
A few hours after the adoption, I found myself at the chiropractor. It was a painful adjustment, as I had two discs locked together. My chiropractor said this shift of discs usually happens when under extreme stress. Yup! That is about right.
My son was in foster care for 23 months. It felt like an eternity. I am blessed to be his mom. He amazes me daily. I am thankful that we are a forever family. We talk about adoption and what that means. He knows he is adopted. The other day I asked him what he thought about being adopted. He replied, "It's awesome." I think so too. :)
Monday, May 20, 2019
Baby Steps
I haven't written in ages. I have thought about it heaps of times. The main reason keeping me from writing is fear. Fear that what I have to say doesn't matter. Fear that what I write won't make a difference. Fear that I will look silly. Fear that my voice will be silenced by the deafening noise of the world around me. But I have decided to start writing again anyway. Even if no one reads it. Because maybe, the process of writing is more for me. If I somehow process life better because I wrote it down, then it was worth the effort.
I've been thinking about baby steps in regards to life lately. Honestly, baby steps frustrate me. I want to get to the point as quickly as possible. None of this A-Z business. Let's get to Z already. Life doesn't work that way. It is messy and complicated. I have dreams and desires that I want to see fulfilled. They seem almost unattainable. Even if I do start out and take that baby step, will it even go anywhere? That is the thing though. If you don't take that first step, you will for sure go nowhere.
This last year I took baby steps in regards to my health and weight. Hormone issues and stress have taken a toll on my body. I even gave up on ever being a healthy size a couple of years ago. But I have two kids who are super active. I need to keep up with them. So I took a baby step a year ago today to better my health. It has been a hard road. I am finally seeing the fruit of my efforts. I'm down two pant sizes and 40 pounds. I have a long road to go still. I wouldn't be were I am today if I hadn't made that first baby step. I'm glad I did. Seeing the results has given me the courage to continue on this journey.
It has also given me courage to take steps in other areas of my life. Writing this blog is part of it. I need to take baby steps again in my writing. Get those creative juices flowing again. I know where I want this writing to take me. I can't get there without taking some tiny steps in the right direction. This won't be a weight loss or fitness blog. Though my journey may come up along the way. I still have a lot I want to share about fostering and adopting, specifically for the single lady. I'm not sure where this blog will take me. I hope you will decide to come along with me on this writing journey. I have a lot on my heart that I want to share.
I've been thinking about baby steps in regards to life lately. Honestly, baby steps frustrate me. I want to get to the point as quickly as possible. None of this A-Z business. Let's get to Z already. Life doesn't work that way. It is messy and complicated. I have dreams and desires that I want to see fulfilled. They seem almost unattainable. Even if I do start out and take that baby step, will it even go anywhere? That is the thing though. If you don't take that first step, you will for sure go nowhere.
This last year I took baby steps in regards to my health and weight. Hormone issues and stress have taken a toll on my body. I even gave up on ever being a healthy size a couple of years ago. But I have two kids who are super active. I need to keep up with them. So I took a baby step a year ago today to better my health. It has been a hard road. I am finally seeing the fruit of my efforts. I'm down two pant sizes and 40 pounds. I have a long road to go still. I wouldn't be were I am today if I hadn't made that first baby step. I'm glad I did. Seeing the results has given me the courage to continue on this journey.
It has also given me courage to take steps in other areas of my life. Writing this blog is part of it. I need to take baby steps again in my writing. Get those creative juices flowing again. I know where I want this writing to take me. I can't get there without taking some tiny steps in the right direction. This won't be a weight loss or fitness blog. Though my journey may come up along the way. I still have a lot I want to share about fostering and adopting, specifically for the single lady. I'm not sure where this blog will take me. I hope you will decide to come along with me on this writing journey. I have a lot on my heart that I want to share.
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