Believing that Beauty Will Come

“You are good and do good; teach me your statutes.” Psalm 119:68 With the second anniversary of Evangelle’s homecoming approaching later this week, I’ve found myself thinking frequently about how clearly God’s sovereignty and goodness has been displayed in the … Continue reading

World Vision Corrects Course

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I was so grateful to see World Vision’s announcement yesterday afternoon that its U.S. board had decided to clearly affirm the organization’s support of the biblical definition of marriage and reverse its recent policy change regarding same-sex marriage. You can read Christianity Today’s full … Continue reading

Wise Words Regarding World Vision

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Update: Two days after changing its policy regarding employees in same-sex marriages, World Vision announced that it had chosen to reverse the decision and to once again affirm its support of the biblical definition of marriage.   If you haven’t … Continue reading

Book Review: No Greater Love by Levi Benkert

Before last weekend, it had been quite a long time since I’d found a book so intriguing that I read it through in one afternoon. But when I sat down with Levi Benkert and Candy Chand’s new book No Greater Love, that’s exactly what I did.

No Greater Love tells the remarkable true story of how an unexpected phone call turned Levi Benkert’s world upside down and resulted in he and his family doing something he would never have imagined. Within the course of 6 weeks, Levi, his wife, and three children left everything they knew in America in order to travel across the world in the hopes of rescuing innocent children destined for death in Ethiopia.

An Unthinkable Practice

The Benkerts’ hearts were captured by the plight of children labeled as mingi by certain tribes in rural regions of Ethiopia. Steeped in superstitious pagan beliefs, these tribes remain convinced that for various reasons, certain children are “unclean” or “cursed” and must be put to death in order to prevent evil spirits from punishing the entire tribe with drought, crop failure, and death. Children are declared mingi if they are born out of wedlock, if their parents conceive without a special tribal ceremony being performed beforehand, or if their top teeth appear before their bottom teeth.

An Incredible Calling

When Levi and his wife Jessie learned that mingi children are routinely starved, drowned, or suffocated by their own parents, they knew God was calling them to do something to make a difference. Once they arrived in Ethiopia however, the Benkerts realized that rescuing these children and providing them with loving homes and families would be far more complicated and heartrending than they could ever have envisioned. Although they faced countless challenges in their new ministry, Levi and Jessie persevered and saw many lives saved and their own hearts forever changed.

A Powerful Story

No Greater Love is a captivating story which is well-worth reading. I found the Benkerts’ experiences to be especially meaningful because of my own family’s deep connection to the country of Ethiopia. Evangelle and I often pray together that God would shine the light of His gospel into the darkness of her home country, and No Greater Love provided me with a sweet reminder that He has not forgotten the people of Ethiopia.

Learn More

No Greater Love is now available for purchase.

Read about Levi and Jessie’s current ministry in Ethiopia at their website Bring Love In.

 

Disclosure of Material Connection: I received this book free from the publisher through a blogger review program. I was not required to write a positive review. The opinions I have expressed are my own. I am disclosing this in accordance with the Federal Trade Commission’s 16 CFR, Part 255 

10 Things Adoptive Moms Wish You Knew

“See how great a love the Father has bestowed on us,
that we would be called children of God; and such we are.”

1 John 3:1 

When I was young, I only knew one adoptive family. Looking back, I can’t remember much about their story, but for some reason I gained the impression that the parents adopted their son only because they’d been unable to conceive a child. Based on what I’d heard, I saw no reason to celebrate adoption. I drew the unfortunate conclusion that adoption was what you did when you finally realized you couldn’t do what you really wanted.

I don’t think I was alone in my thinking. Not too many years ago, the word “adoption” seemed inseparably linked with secrecy and shame. Thankfully, the church and even our culture have both experienced a dramatic shift in their perspectives on adoption, and the number of those who look negatively upon the idea continues to dwindle.

Do You Get It?

In spite of the positive progress made in recent years, every once in while I’m reminded that many Christians still just don’t “get it.” That’s where this post comes in.

As an adoptive mom, I’ve been sharing my adoption journey with all of you over the past few months in large part to help more people see the beauty of adoption and understand the unique joys and trials that adoptive families often experience. Toward that end, I want to explain 10 things that we as adoptive moms wish you understood about us… 

1. We are fundamentally opposed to the idea that adoption is second-best.

Although you may find a rare exception somewhere, the vast majority of us are thrilled that God chose to bring our children to us through the process of adoption. If I could go back in time about 7 years and choose to conceive and give birth to a biological child instead of waiting a few more years and then going through this 2 1/2 year process to bring Evangelle home, I wouldn’t even consider it.

Adoption was always God’s perfect plan for me. Anything else would be second-best.

2. Our children are our real children.

Adoptive moms are not little girls playing house and merely pretending that they have children. The children God has given us through adoption are our real children. When a mom has been doubly blessed with the privilege of both adopting children and bearing biological children, she will tell you that they are all equally her children. As a result, asking questions like, “But don’t you want to have children of your own someday?” or “Which ones are your real children?” is offensive and hurtful. 

3. They don’t necessarily dream of being pregnant.

This point follows closely on the last one. Although some adoptive moms may still long to experience pregnancy and childbirth, not all do. Take me for instance—any desire to conceive and give birth to a child was long ago replaced by my desire to adopt. I don’t want to be fertile; I want to be a mom. God has graciously answered my prayer for motherhood through the miracle of adoption. 

So, please, do adoptive moms a favor and realize that not all of us are secretly pining for pregnancy.

4. Our fertility (or lack thereof) really is a private matter.

While having my hair cut by a total stranger this week, the subject of traveling to Ethiopia to bring Evangelle home came up in conversation. Although the woman said nice things about our adoption, I was more than a little bit shocked when she asked, “So, you just can’t have kids or what?” and then went on to promote the difference that Vitamin B-12 can have on attempts to conceive.

I don’t think I need to say more on this, because I think it should be painfully obvious how inappropriate and impolite it is to question someone on such personal matters.

5. We are moms.

Although there are certain experiences that may be unique to adoptive mothers, we’re still moms just like all the other women with children. I was recently part of a Bible study where the leaders decided to put all of the adoptive moms in one group. While I appreciated the good intent that I know was behind their decision, I was surprised they assumed that we would all need or want to be together.

In my mind, it would be similar to grouping women according to whether their children entered the world through C-sections or natural deliveries. Sure, the moms might have some things in common with those in their group, but should their fellowship be based on their commonalities alone? Personally, I think it would be more beneficial not to make assumptions or decisions about women based on the fact that they have or have not adopted. We’re mainly just moms! 

6. The process of adoption is more emotionally, physically, and financially exhausting than most people would ever imagine.

I have friends who waited 4 years to bring their daughter home from China.
4 years! Some of you probably have horror stories about your labor and delivery, but I have yet to meet anyone who was in labor for that length of time!

At least with pregnancy, you know your pain will be limited to approximately 40 weeks of time. With adoption, you just never know how long it will take or how many times you’ll be disappointed. The payments are outrageous, the paperwork seems endless, and the pain can be overwhelming. If you know someone who’s adopting, even if she looks like she’s doing fine, just ask. She’s probably hurting more than you’d imagine and would welcome a listening ear. 

7. It hurts when people ignore our adoptions.

You may be unfamiliar with or unsure of the process of adoption, but that doesn’t mean it’s ok to act like it’s not happening. I’ve been in conversations with people who know me and are fully aware of our adoption, yet don’t ask one thing about it. As you might imagine, that hurts. If you’re not sure what to say, just try, “So how is your adoption going?” and things will probably get easier from there. :)

8. Some comments and questions are better left unsaid.

For example…

“So are you trying to be like Brad and Angelina?”

“You don’t see animals adopting outside their own kind.”

“Can’t someone else take care of the child?”

“You can’t save all the orphans, you know.”

“What’s wrong with American babies?”

(Yes, these are actual statements and questions that my friends and I have received!) As always, you’ll never go wrong by comparing your comment to Ephesians 4:29 before speaking!

9. Your encouragement, support, and prayers mean the world to us.

Throughout the last several months, I’ve been repeatedly amazed by the compassion that so many of you have shown me. On numerous occasions, the Lord has used your prayers and sweet words of encouragement to reverse my course when I was sinking into despair. When we know that you love, care, and are excited about our children coming home, it strengthens us to continue on in obedience to God’s call. You play a vital role in the adoption process.

10. If you’re a Christian, you’re adopted too! 

Adoption is a divine, not human, invention. The only way any sinner can enter God’s family is through the process of adoption (Rom. 8:14-16; Gal. 4:4-6). If you’ve been saved by grace through faith in Jesus Christ, then you are an adopted child of God.  

So when it comes to the topics of physical and spiritual adoption, Christians, of all people, should be the ones who really “get it.” Other people may adopt, but no one else on the face of the planet has reason to celebrate adoption like
we do!

In Conclusion

I hope this post has helped you to learn some ways that you can better support the adoptive moms around you. We’re nothing special, just moms who love our babies like many of you do. Thanks for understanding. 

Photo: roli seeger

Once an Orphan, Now a Son

Yesterday morning, I had the great joy of meeting my friend Liz for breakfast and getting caught up on her family’s adoption journey. Liz and her husband Tom were the first family in our group to receive word from the U.S. Embassy that their case had been approved and they were cleared to bring their sweet 9 year-old son Henok home. 

Tom and Henok were reunited last week in Ethiopia and will be returning home to the rest of their family tomorrow. I get so excited when I think about his homecoming. What an incredible moment that will be!

As I talked with Liz yesterday, I shared with her my concern that the many trials and travails we’ve each experienced during this adoption process might be enough to discourage anyone from even considering the thought of stepping on this wild roller coaster ride. Liz completely understood, but we still agreed that in spite of it all, adoption is an amazing adventure. And we know that the best is still yet to come.

Shortly after Tom returned to Ethiopia last week, he sent some fantastic photos to Liz that captured just a tiny glimpse of the beauty of adoption. I asked if she’d allow me to share a few of those photos, and she graciously agreed. 

One of the gifts that Tom and Liz purchased for Henok was a pair of new Converse shoes to replace the tattered pair he’d been wearing. Seeing Henok’s joyful response to his new shoes brought tears to me eyes…

If a picture’s worth a thousand words, right?

When I think of all that Henok is about to experience because of his adoption—a new name, loving parents and siblings, a home, an inheritance, stability, protection, and untold other gifts—I’m reminded of all that we have because of our adoption into God’s family through Jesus Christ. Adoption truly is a beautiful thing.

Thank you, Tom and Liz, for providing us with a wonderful picture of God’s sacrificial love for His children!

“See what kind of love the Father has given to us, that we
should be called children of God; and so we are.”

1 John 3:1

Caring for the “Cursed” Children of Ethiopia

“Rescue those who are being taken away to death;
hold back those who are stumbling to the slaughter.”

Proverbs 24:11

It’s not often you’ll hear me say this, but The Huffington Post published a great article yesterday.

Writing for the Religion section, Candy Chand tells the amazing story of Levi and Jessie Benkert, a Christian couple who gave up the life they knew in America to rescue Ethiopia’s most vulnerable children.

This is the love of Christ in action…

Many of us dream of following our destiny, of making a positive difference in the world. But few are willing, especially if that willingness constitutes leaving our homes, friends, relatives, our very nation, and moving to a remote village in Ethiopia to save children caught in a secret culture of infanticide.

Levi Benkert said a quick “Yes” to his destiny—although he never saw it coming. Levi, a Northern California land developer, was living a 27-year-old business man’s dream when the real estate market collapsed.

Answering his cell, for what he assumed was another banker with more bad news, he heard a friend, Steve, on the other line, asking him to drop everything and fly to Ethiopia. A group of German-based photographers, Steve explained, traveling in Ethiopia, had just rescued a young girl named Bale—a child about to be murdered by elders from her remote village.

But there was more to the story. The photographers had also uncovered a long standing superstition that labeled children “mingi” (unclean or cursed) if they fell into a few categories: Children could be deemed mingi for something as simple as their top teeth coming in before the bottom, being born to an unmarried couple or to a married couple who had not announced, in an elaborate ceremony, their intent to conceive.

Once declared mingi, Steve explained, the children were murdered to protect the village from evil spirits. If not killed, the tribal elders taught, the rain will not come, crops will fail, people will die.

Levi struggled to understand what he was hearing. The youngest of the mingi babies are left in the jungle to starve, or have dirt stuffed in their mouth to cause suffocation, while older children are bound and thrown into the river to drown. The latter was to be Bale’s fate.

Except, in this case, the photographers had intervened, pleading with the elders on Bale’s behalf. They promised to remove her far from the village to “free their people from the curse.” It was not necessary for her to die, they insisted, only be taken away. Eventually, the elders agreed, allowing Bale to be delivered to her rescuers by small boat, traveling safely down the river—the same river where she was to be drowned.

But there were many more mingi children, Steve explained. To be saved, they’d need to establish a place of refuge—an orphanage. Levi’s help was needed. They were desperate. Would he come?

Torn by what he heard, but convinced he had to remain in the U.S. to unwind the last of his failing business, and grieve the recent suicide of his brother, Levi hesitated.

However, the moment Levi told his wife Jessie, she insisted he drop everything and go. Go to Ethiopia. The timing. The need. It had to be God’s calling.

So, Levi left for what he thought would be a 2 week trip. But he was wrong…

Read the entire article HERE.

To learn more about Levi and Jessie Benkert’s current ministry in Ethiopia, visit their blog Bring Love In.

Photo: tim & annette

My Heart’s on Ethiopian Time

“He has made everything beautiful in its time…”

Ecclesiastes 3:11

I’m not sure how time can be moving both too quickly and too slowly, but it is. Too quickly because in only 2 1/2 weeks my husband and I will be flying to Ethiopia. Too slowly because in 2 1/2 long weeks Joseph and I will be flying to Ethiopia to meet our baby girl!

We have more than a few practical details to take care of before we’re prepared for travel, but in our hearts we’re already on our way.

Yesterday afternoon, I did my part by heading to the doctor’s office for some recommended travel immunizations. Going under the needle is always a stressful event for me, and this particular experience was no different. As I reclined in the doctor’s office waiting for the moment when I could stand up again without blacking out, I thought about how my wimpiness provided more proof that adoption is God’s best option for me. Waiting over 2 years on the adoption has been hard, but I’ve lived through it. Not sure I’d be able to say the same about childbirth! :)

Joseph and I received word today that our baby has been safely transferred to Addis Ababa, the capital city of Ethiopia, where she will remain until the Lord allows us to bring her home with us. Knowing she’s there brings comfort, since she will receive the best quality of care possible in the foster home connected with our adoption agency. Along with the news of our little one’s arrival to Addis, we also received another blessing—new photos. I wish I could share them with you, but we’re not yet allowed to make them public.

I can tell you this though, Joseph and I are totally and completely in love with that little girl.

Once we arrive in Ethiopia, we’ll be allowed to visit our baby for two hours each on Thursday and Friday before we petition to adopt her in court on Monday. Four hours isn’t much, but we’re counting down the minutes until we see her sweet little face in person. I’ve already set my watch to Ethiopian time. 

Why not? It might as well match my heart.

I would be truly grateful for your prayer in these areas:

  • Our baby’s safety and growth (some weight gain would be good)
  • Efficient preparation for our trip to Ethiopia
  • Physical strength and health during our trip
  • Swift processing of our adoption
  • Spiritual strength and emotional stability as we wait to bring her home
  • God’s glory above all!

Photo: elaine tan

Good News, Bad News, & Good News

“Wait for the LORD; be strong, and let your heart
take courage; wait for the LORD!”

Psalm 27:14

The Good News

Thursday started off far better than I’d expected. Joseph and I received a call from our adoption agency with good news—we’d been assigned a court date!

For most people, the news that you’re required to appear in court is not exactly positive, but when you’re adopting, a court date is a welcome event. The news turned out to be even better than we thought; our court date is set for January 2nd, which means we’ll be traveling to Ethiopia before the end of the year! Based on the estimates we’d heard, we were expecting our court date to be scheduled closer to the end of January. An earlier date was very good news indeed.

The Bad News

Our excitement was quickly diminished by the second bit of information we received. Instead of waiting a matter of weeks between our first and second trip to Ethiopia as we’d been anticipating, the wait between trips is now expected to take between 3 and 4 months.

The reason that this is so disappointing is that after meeting our daughter at the end of this month, we will then have to say goodbye to her and wait 3-4 months before we can return to bring her home. :( I had already joked that I’d probably need to be sedated to maintain my sanity when I thought the wait would only be a few weeks, so you can imagine my distress at the thought of leaving our little girl for a few months!

More Good News

But I promised you more good news, didn’t I? Here it is…

Our God is both good and sovereign.

He wrote the end of our adoption story and every detail in between. Because of the truths revealed in God’s Word, we can trust Him to use every event that takes place (both good and bad) to bring glory to His name and to bring us closer to our Savior. Romans 8:28-29 is not just a Christian platitude; it is the bedrock of truth our souls must rest upon at all times: “And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good, for those who are called according to his purpose. For those whom he foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the image of his Son, in order that he might be the firstborn among many brothers.” This passage assures us that as children of God, our pain is never without purpose. 

Over the last two days, I have repeatedly wobbled back and forth between confidence in God’s goodness and anxiety over our circumstances, but by His grace, I will choose joy as we move forward in the plans He has established for us. We know our God is at work!

Joseph and I would be so grateful for your prayers for our baby girl’s safety and health, for the swift processing of our adoption, and for growth in Christlikeness during this time of continued waiting.

“When my anxious thoughts multiply within me,
Your consolations delight my soul.”

Psalm 94:19

Photo: Pedro Simao

Who Will She Be?

“For this child I prayed…”

1 Samuel 1:27

I bought it a few years ago even though it didn’t make any sense at the time. A tiny baby’s cap hand-knitted in the softest sage green yarn. 

Would I ever have a baby who could wear the little hat? I really didn’t know, but I hoped I would, so I bought it and stowed it away in a dresser drawer. 

Lord willing, our daughter will wear that fuzzy green hat this winter. And I can’t wait to see her in it. 

During these past two years, I’ve often wondered “Who will she be?” Sometimes I would think about our daughter and try to imagine her. Was she still in her mother’s womb? Was she born yet?

Of course, I had no way of knowing. I could only wait and pray that wherever she was God would take care of her. 

As is often the case with adoption, there were unexpected changes and delays. The process we thought would take one year stretched into two. Instead of making only one trip to Ethiopia, two visits are now required. And the most difficult change of all—the Ethiopian government announced at the beginning of 2011 that they would be drastically reducing the number of adoptions processed in the country. 

I knew full well that the timing was in God’s hands, but without any information on how long the delay would be, the waiting grew wearisome. At one point in September I told my sister, “Sometimes I think this is never going to happen.” Being the encouraging sister that she is, she responded, “Yes, it will.” 

And she was right. During the first week of October, I received a message from the adoption agency. Since Joseph and I thought we still had months of waiting ahead of us, I wasn’t expecting much as I returned the call. But I was wrong. 

They said they had a four-month-old baby girl available for adoption. Would we be interested? 

I’m sure you know the answer to that question. 

They sent us pictures and told us her name. A few days later we officially accepted our referral. 

After all that waiting and wondering, we finally know who our daughter will be. And I just have to say, it feels pretty good to know.

Photo: Ekaterina Boym-Medler

Where Are We Going?

“I will not leave you as orphans; I will come to you.”

John 14:18

I was only a young girl, but I still remember their faces staring out at me through the television screen.

Tiny skeletons covered in skin.

Swollen bellies.

Dull, listless eyes.

Mouths barely moving to swallow.

They were the starving children of Ethiopia.

As the camera moved from one gaunt little face to another, the voice of a spokesperson pleaded with those watching to pick up the phone and make a pledge to help save lives.

Even though I was only a child myself, in that moment I wanted more than anything to help the children of that country. How could I ever imagine that one day God would allow me to do just that?

So Many Decisions

When you choose to obey God’s call to adopt, it’s as though you stand at a crossroads with countless paths stretching out around you in every direction. Domestic or international? Boy or girl? Baby, toddler, or older? One or more? America, China, Russia, or another country? The options can seem overwhelming.

In the beginning, China felt like the obvious choice to me. But as the Chinese government tightened restrictions on adoption, the wait lengthened. Our friends who were already in the process ended up waiting 4 years to bring their daughter home.

Too long to wait.

We heard positive things about adopting from Kazakhstan, but found that the total cost of adopting from that country was far more expensive than we could have imagined.

Too much money.

Finally, Some Direction

Two more years of praying, gathering information, and saving money passed before the Lord pointed us down the path He had chosen. Guidance eventually came through my husband’s phone conversation with a representative from a Christian adoption agency. As Joseph listened to descriptions of each country this particular agency worked with, one caught his attention—Ethiopia.

At that time, the wait was approximately one year and required only one trip before adoptive parents could bring their children home.  Although the fees still added up to a significant sum, the cost was far less than some of the countries we had considered. When Joseph shared with me the details of the agency’s Ethiopia adoption program, my heart was instantly drawn to it.

After spending more time in prayer and seeking counsel from other believers, the Lord soon provided us with certainty we’d never had before—our child would come from Ethiopia. Once we had that confidence, it was time to start the process of bringing that little boy or girl home.

In September 2009, we signed the paperwork that would one day lead us to the country whose needy children had broken my heart so many years ago. By God’s grace, we could save the life of at least one, and that’s a good place
to begin. 

Photo: Together for Adoption
Video: Simon Scionka 

How’d We Get Here, Anyway?

“The mind of man plans his way, But the LORD directs his steps.”

Proverbs 16:9

After my little announcement yesterday, I know some of you are probably wondering exactly how this whole thing began. Well, it’s very kind of you to ask, and I would like nothing more than to fill you in from the beginning.

You already know that Joseph and I have been waiting for children for what seems like quite a long time—6 years now—but the truth is, God was preparing my heart for adoption even before we were married in 2004. His tool of choice?

Steven Curtis Chapman and family. I’ve been a fan of Steven and his music throughout my life and was still in college when he and his wife Mary Beth brought Shaohannah, the first of three little girls, home from China. It was through the Chapman family’s example that I began to see and understand both the beauty of adoption and the biblical call to care for orphans.

Early in our relationship, Joseph and I discussed the possibility of adopting one day in the far-off future. In my mind, we’d get things started with a few biological children and then go on from there to expand our family through adoption.

But as He so often does, God clearly had other plans.

After waiting one unimaginably long and emotionally challenging year before the doctors would consider me infertile, basic medical tests offered no explanation for the lack of baby Griffins. A doctor described the options that existed if Joseph and I chose to pursue medical intervention, and I left the office that day carrying a prescription for a fertility drug.

But for whatever reason, I had zero interest in having that prescription filled or in undergoing further testing. Up to that point, Joseph and I had planned our own way, but we soon realized that the Lord was directing our steps down an entirely different path.

These are the moments when I really wish I was one of those fascinating journal-keeping people, because I don’t exactly remember at what point the Lord changed my thinking. All I know is that somewhere along the way, the pain of being unable to conceive a child faded away, but the pain of being unable to have a child never diminished.

God began to turn my attention outward. Joseph and I deeply desired children, and we live in a world filled with little ones in desperate need of a daddy and mommy. Adoption was the perfect match for us.

Of course at that point, Joseph and I were entirely unaware we still had around 4 more years of waiting ahead of us, but the Lord has been faithful to bring us through this long and winding journey in the same way He always does—one day at a time! And that’s how we got here, with God’s gracious and loving hand guiding us every step of the way.

Tomorrow, I’ll get to the details you’re waiting for, I promise! :)

Photo: sanja gjenero

Pssst! Wanna’ Hear a Secret?

I have a confession to make.

I’ve been keeping a secret. A pretty big secret too. It hasn’t been easy, but I’ve done my best to keep it quiet.

Until now.

Because if I don’t tell somebody I’m going to burst, and I know I can trust you with this top secret tidbit, right?

After six years of waiting, I can finally say the words I’ve often prayed I’d one day be able to say…

We’re Expecting a Baby!

Yes, it’s true. Lord willing, our long wait for a little one will soon come to an end. And we’re praising God for it.

Since it’s just us girls here, and I know that girls need details, let me give you a little more info…

  • We’re expecting a baby girl.
  • She has my brown eyes.
  • She’s going to be a big girl! The doctor says she’s about 10 lbs. now.
  • She is due to arrive somewhere around February or March.
  • In my opinion, I’m long overdue—over 26 months along! 

Ok, so by now you may be putting two and two together and realizing that either I’m giving birth to a baby elephant, or my husband and I are adopting. With as much as I talk about adoption on this blog, I’m sure it wasn’t difficult for you to choose the correct option. :)

I’m thrilled to be able to share the news of our adoption with you. It has been (and continues to be) a long, challenging, and emotional journey, but already we can see the Lord turning our trials into joy. I hope you’ll rejoice with us.

Can’t wait to tell you more. 

 

Photo: B S K

Once Abandoned, Now Adopted

“He executes justice for the fatherless…”

Deuteronomy 10:18

Abandoned by her birth parents at the age of 5, Danielle lived in the loneliest of conditions until someone came along to show her hope…   

November is National Adoption Month.

Learn how you can change the lives of children like Danielle by supporting the work of Show Hope

Photo: misbass

Gospel Love for a Little Girl

“Religion that is pure and undefiled before God, the Father, is this:
to visit orphans
and widows in their affliction…”
James 1:27

At an art show last year, my sister and brother-in-law met a fellow artist with a familiar last name. As it turned out, the name was familiar for a reason. Jim Chapman, an artist in the Nashville area, is the brother of Mary Beth Chapman, Steven Curtis Chapman’s wife.

Like Steven Curtis and Mary Beth, Jim and his wife Yolanda are passionate advocates of adoption. With four biological children and two daughters adopted from China, Jim and Yolanda believed their family was complete until a tiny girl with a hole in her heart unexpectedly captured their own… 

As the Chapmans said, we’re not all called to adopt, but we are all called to care.

Find ways to fulfill that call by visiting Steven Curtis and Mary Beth Chapman’s adoption and orphan care ministry Show Hope.

Photo: abcdz2000