By Grace Alone

Sometimes when I can't sleep in the middle of the night, I play Solitaire on my iPad, and this morning  I discovered this setting: W...

When we were in Ethiopia, we elected to stay at the Morning Coffee Guest House for a couple of reasons. First, there we would get more insig...

Here we are, only a few weeks from picking up our two beautiful children Tadesse and Biruk from their orphanage in Addis Ababa. Some friend...

I have an odd—maybe vain—habit. When I've practiced a piano number to almost error free (See my previous post about that), I record mys...

Note: This post is a work in progress. I'm posting it now because I want input from other adoptive parents and because I know it will ne...

My week in Ethiopia has given me much to be thankful about, namely 1. Tap water with pressure. Every day in America—and sometimes twice a ...

This is what I woke up to this morning. A Mario Kart top bed sheet, crumpled and thrown down the stairs. I stared at it a moment, thinking,...

I have always had a label for people who habitually do tasks the same way or at the same time every day or every week. I would call them rig...

Last night the last thing I said to my husband was, "I'm really tired, so don't wake me up in the morning. I'm going to sle...

I've been writing a lot about choices lately, choices to be thankful, choices to look at the truth instead of what we really want to he...