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This is a quiet blogging week.  It’s funny, but when I go away, even for a long weekend, it takes time for me to get back into the flow of my life.  January was packed full of travel, and February is looking similar.  I love to go places, but for the most part, I love to be home.  I like the rhythm of my days and my simple routines.

My very favorite school days are the ones when I don’t leave the house, when we can settle into our work as dinner simmers in the crock pot, and there is time to read aloud to the kids.

I think a lot about words.  Words have power, both written and spoken, so we have to be wise when we open our mouths or put our hands on the keyboard.  Earlier I wrote a post about using the word “and” rather than “but” when speaking to my children.  It is a good tool for me.

Here is another one.

I am at SeaTac getting ready to board my flight home from Seattle.  The Refresh Conference exceeded my hopes in every way.  I was very nervous about speaking, but I had the sweetest speaking spot of the event.


This evening I fly to Seattle for the Refresh Conference.  Through the process of writing my Tell it Well series, I’ve been struck anew with all that Jesus has done in my heart and life.  It is incredible that I am an adoptive mom and that I actually get to write and speak about this amazing journey of being the mother of twelve children.

Honeybee got her very own email address yesterday, and this is what I found in my inbox this morning.

Sometimes you have to ask yourself, “If I could only tell one more story, what would it be?”  Tell it Well is my answer.

Part 1: Alone | Part 2: Sought | Part 3: Found | Part 4: Redeemed | Part 5: Bitter

I will never forget the night I checked my email and saw the subject line, “Is this for real? I’m your son.”  I was stunned and felt faint.  We had just watched Swiss Family Robinson with our crew of five little ones, and we were getting them ready for bed when I paused at the computer.  I must have gasped because the children started gathering around me.  I kept saying, “Don’t touch the computer. Don’t touch the computer. Get Daddy – somebody get Daddy!”  I was afraid that with one click of a button, the message would disappear and my son would be lost from me forever.

Part 5 of Tell it Well is coming tomorrow morning.  In the meantime, I want to share this sweet photo of Little Man with Russ’ dad.

Russ, Isaiah, and the four younger girls drove to Seattle for our niece’s wedding Saturday.

I stumbled upon a link to a music video of the song “Everything to Me” by Mark Schultz.  After watching it, I clicked on  the link to the story behind the song.

It is powerful to hear him talk about his birthmother and see the emotion on his face.  His face and voice speak to me more loudly than his words.

Thank you so much for your gentle patience as I try to continue on with my story and Tell it Well.  I left you at the moment I received the most amazing email of my life, “Is this for real? I’m your son.”  You might think that the rest of the story is so happy that it would be nearly effortless to write, but that is not the case.

“I distinctly remember growing in your tummy, “ Little Man tipped his head to one side, put his finger in the air and made his point with confidence.

Conversations about where he came from, how we found him, and traveling from Ethiopia to America, are becoming more frequent and I’m doing my best to navigate them.  We talk about his Ethiopian mommy, how much she loved him, and why she took him to the orphanage in Soddo, Ethiopia.  I tell him that Eby was there when he came and they were babies together. He likes to hear the story of the first time we saw him, and how tiny he was as I held him in my arms and gave him a bottle.