HIS FINEST WHISPERS

Blend – to mix with another substance so that they combine together. To blend isn’t easy. (That might be a massive understatement.)  In fact, B an I are finding the word intentional to be our family word for this first year. We decided early on to be deliberate in our connection with the kids. We are also purposeful and specific in our requests to the Lord as we ask him to fuse us together as one spiritual piece. We put in effort (lots of it and in various forms) in order to encourage the merging of our new family. All of that to say, we work at this “mixing of substances” thing. But that isn’t what this post is about. This post is about the times we don’t plan it or we don’t do anything on purpose. It’s about the nights that we just do our normal, humdrum bedtime routine without any particular intention at all…And then God, just because He is good, decides to show up. Right in our living room. B was in Phoenix for a week in January for work, so I had all t

To the woman who has already had an abortion, There have been a lot of posts swarming around about abortion these last two weeks. You’ve seen both sides: people who are fighting in its favor and those fighting against it. It must be hard for you to read those posts without strong emotions welling up inside. For the majority of the writers and readers, abortion has never been a decision they’ve needed to make or something they felt they needed to do. We all speak about our opinions and convictions and I do believe we all should, as righteousness is a good thing to speak out about…but for right now, let’s lay that all down. I want to talk with you, not about you. We, the writers and readers, have no idea the thoughts and feelings that have permeated your mind these last two weeks. I don’t know what your emotion was when the process of your abortion began. Were you nervous? Were you fearful or maybe petrified? Or perhaps detached? Was anyone with you or were yo