This HOPE.  "But as for me, I will always have HOPE!"🌷 (Psalm 71:4) We use the word "HOPE" a lot, right? But, "this" HOPE....It is a different kind of hope. This hope is not an earthly hope that wishes or even prays for something to happen, knowing that it "may not" happen or God may... Continue Reading →

Sometimes when I walk around outside in my Gia's Victory Garden in the middle of dark winter all I see is death, dross and what looks like the beautiful color has been stolen away.It is depressing, really, and a landscape of brokenness that often mirrors my heart walking earth without my bouncing, beautiful and silly... Continue Reading →

I often refer to my Gianna as the "tiniest missionary who ever walked this earth"... because that is exactly who she was and we have the honor to call her our forever daughter because God gave us the faith to step out into unsure, deep waters and run to a sick baby in China with... Continue Reading →

Our Hearts will forever bleed on this earth as we continue forward without our Gianna in our arms. Grief has become a powerful force that has both crushed us and grown us too. It is only because of our living HOPE, that we know we will see our Gianna again. Because of this truth, our... Continue Reading →

Exciting news! Our Etsy shop is finally open! We had a vision of this shop for quite some time as a way to bring light and hope to our community through beautiful downloadable artwork that you can print at home for framing!  But, most importantly our special Etsy shop was created to help support the... Continue Reading →

I never want to forget those most perfect tiny ballerina feet. So, I took a gazillion captures of them before her casts went on. The doctors reminded us that they will look drastically different by the end of this casting road. They will be changed forever, and that makes me both happy and sad. From... Continue Reading →

I wrote this poem in a dark season of my life when there was an oppression that tried to bring me down in shame and guilt and condemnation and despair. It felt like there was a fire and windstorm of accusation, rejection, unfairness, ridicule and circumstance that was consuming and crushing me to smithereens. It... Continue Reading →

Happy birthday Gianna Lilyfaith. 8 years ago, your birth family made an incredible sacrifice and chose Hope for you and your broken heart. They selflessly chose life for you. And, My mama heart breaks with your birth mama’s heart in a way I never understood before. The magnitude of shared pain is tremendous and heavy... Continue Reading →

Many of us learned, somewhere along the way, that pain was something to run from. That it was wrong to feel pain, or at least, to complain about pain. We learned that suffering is to be avoided. We learned to fix pain, and numb it and distract ourselves from it so we can just "be... Continue Reading →

We survived.  We survived 2019 without our Gianna. I don’t know how, and I hate that we had to. But somehow by His strength alone, we managed to make it through A full calendar year without her squishes, or giggles, or lunch dates or dance parties or songs or adventures or school projects or nature... Continue Reading →