Sometimes I look at my life and I’m amazed. I never really envisioned all this: getting healthy, having kids, living with my mom as an adult. But my story, as unforseen as it was to me, is not really a dramatic one.
You want to know what is dramatic? How about a meth addict that uses for 70% of her pregnancy, gives birth, and . . . I won’t ruin the rest of Celina’s story for you. Check her out at Motherhood Saved My Life!: A blog about hope
Another story I couldn’t stop thinking about this week comes from Jaime the Very Worst Missionary. If you don’t know Jaime, she’s an ex-suburban housewife that packed up her life and moved to Costa Rica to become a missionary. I’ll be the first to admit that some of the things she writes make me squirm. Reading her blog is a little like exfoliating. It’s gritty and sometimes uncomfortable. But when you’re finished you’ve got something fresh and new.
About a year ago I talked to Daniel about the possibility of becoming a foster parent or adopting. He wasn’t that interested, but after reading this post and this one he located every orphanage within a 30 mile radius of us. Seriously. Just a note: If you bother checking out the first post and it makes you feel all icky make sure you read the second one.
Well, that’s it! Happy Saturday!