the crux of new shoes


If they had been glass slippers
instead of foam clogs
he couldn’t have placed them to rest
any more tenderly
against the wall.

They were perfectly aligned.
He checked twice to make sure
that they were even and safe.

They were his shoes. His own.

No one would be rushing ahead
to grab them tomorrow before him.
The soles did not flop
because they were not broken.
No strings tied about the heels
to make them last one more day.

Two whole shoes. His own shoes.

Waiting side by side
on child's commission
to carry life another 14 hours away
from terrain he knows
to be unwhole
and unholy.

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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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