his neighborhood

Because I don’t live there
I am thankful.

But when I shut my eyes
it’s no longer like waking up from a bad dream
that I can reason away.
Or like a song
that stops when the channel changes.

Every morning those faces return.
Every dawn, their darkness pulls my waking eyes
from one reality to another,
reminding me both exist as halves,
day and night.

This magnitude of hopelessness,
this magnitude of wasted potential,
a warm child sleeping in my arms
soaking into the fabric of this green oasis
won’t let me forget
that being thankful I wasn’t born there
doesn’t resolve what I left behind.







"Men stumble over the truth from time to time, but most pick themselves up and hurry off as if nothing happened."
Winston Churchill

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Welcome to our family’s adoption journey. As you read, you will see us stumble and take wrong paths. You will see our hopes surge and fall. You will see the gaps in our humanity, and how our God realigns us to His purposes over and again. We think the messiness of this process is important. Sometimes walking with God isn’t a neat, linear package that can be summarized in bullet points. More often, life ebbs and flows around our plans, while God works His sovereign wonders from it all. We are learning so much through this journey. And we are super excited about our new son. If you’d like to join us, we’d love to have you along for the ride.

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