Sometimes I get to make pretty frames... looking forward to future projects!
Palm Springs moon rise. Glad to get away a couple days with the family!
Camping with some of our favorite people!
This woman! 12 years later and we are still best friends, she makes me laugh like no one else can and she is one of the few who understands me. I am blessed to have her and excited for what God has in store for the rest of our lives.
Last week I had the immense privilege to help train interns (some pictured here) to run an inner city kids camp in Richmond, CA (close to Oakland). This has been a huge blessing to me to work with hearts that are willing to learn and be challenged. The legacy of LoveLA continues in beautiful ways!
When something dies, it is easy to just mourn and forget to look for what's next. LoveLA was one of the best things that happened in South LA and for 4 years I was blessed to be a part of it. Now, it lives on in other, more far reaching ways!
@posijoshie and Grace Bible is reaching the impoverished community by putting on @lovehutch . It is such a beautiful thing that God used LoveLA to help lead and create this camp. God has favored me by allowing me to see the fruit of many hard years and many sacrifices.
To LoveLA folks: when I watched complete strangers sing "Gold" for the same reasons we taught our SouthLA folks it brought tears to my eyes. God has done, and continues to do, something special and never stop seeking to love and serve those who are impoverished and under served. @oneseventeenproject
I am blessed. Love to you all...
This woman continues to amaze me, not only is she an awesome mom but her heart inspires me. She so clearly articulated her experience over the last 8 years that I had to repost her. Please read over her post... Love you @insta_shaan#Repost@insta_shaan (@get_repost)
Mother's Day. A day filled with so much joy as I reflect on the privilege I've been given to love on these kids. Beyond thankful that God chose me to be their mom. Excited to watch them grow. Humbled to call them mine. Joy.
Yet in the back of my mind is the nagging feeling of grief. Grief for the mama's who loved their babies so much, but just couldn't do it. Grief for the mamas who chose not too. Grief for my babies who love me so much as their mommy, but who feel a sense of loss of the unknown woman who carried them in their womb. Grief.
Joy and Grief. Two of the most accurate words to describe the last 8 years of fostering and adopting. And every Mother's Day these two deep emotions again collide in a broken yet beautiful way to fill me with hope, grace, and strength to continue on this journey God has called me to. Thankful.
"A child born to another woman calls me mom. The depth of the tragedy and the magnitude of the privilege are not lost on me." - Jody Landers
This girl is another year older and growing more beautiful and lovely. Her heart is impressive and her adventurous spirit is captivating. I am incredibly blessed by her and wouldn't want anyone else to spend my years with.