The Purple Pen I did not imagine my life being this way! "What am I doing?" I have asked myself so many times. Or what about that question , "How did I get here?" Well, this has been my life for quite sometime now. If I knew what I know now; or if I really believed I would be where I am now. I think, well at least I think I would have understand 2 Corinthians 1:4 "who comforts us in all our affliction, so that we may be able to comfort those who are in any affliction, with the comfort with which we ourselves are comforted by God." I have learned

Being a foster-adopt mom has challenges and feelings that I never imagined. Is it just me, or is there an awkwardness that happens between a foster-adopt mother and child or a foster-adopt father and child in the process of that bond forming? This ebb and flow relationship reminds me of the mother-son dance when the son gets married, except there is an unspoken unseen, yet kind of felt (at least at this point) chasm in