(It feels weird how that much time has past.)
|December 6, 1998|
of dusty pink- with dark pink lipstick.
(It still does.)
Miracle home story
18 years later
as I write this blog post in our miracle home, two of our treasured children-
children from near and far-
are looking down at me
through a picturesque stone archway balcony.
What dreams has our Father placed into your heart?
Dear ones with unmet dreams...
Don't give up.
It seems that waiting, tears, storms, failures, roadblocks, changed direction, miracles,
and mistakes requiring redemptionare always part of dreams come true.
This post shares hope.
to those who wait, we want you to know that our
road has been broken and imperfect.
A future post will share one of the storms we endured- a storm that seemed to drown our dreams-
We want to shout from the mountain tops that
and BROKENNESS in His hand is far more beautiful that human perfection