Oh, David. This whole thing has become a tradition. Me writing about us on our anniversaries is basically like the State of the Union. The state of OUR union. We’ve really taken that whole “in sickness and in health” thing literally. From kidney stones, to a broken ankle, to that funky mole that needed to be looked at by more than my Web MD medical degree. To our mental health – and the mental health of our children. To this ADHD journey. Laughter and tears. We’ve taken the “for richer or poorer” thing pretty literally, too. Life through us some curve balls, but you grabbed your mitt and played ball. Thank you for supporting me in my writing and for making me feel valuable in our new Jesus adventure in Kids Ministry. None of this stuff sounds romantic, but my love for you grows and what we have runs deeper…

I’ve tried writing something several times – and yet I find myself at a loss for words. Not normal for me. I wrote this song for David for our 15th anniversary. We’d been through infertility, losing a house, and me being…me, and came out better on the other side. The song was my promise that we’d be ok without children if that’s what God had in mind. Less than 3 months later, we got our boys, Wyatt and Levi. The song has new meaning to me every year. Here it is: http://soundcloud.com/user-278211553/weve-got-it-all-right-here

Beth & I are wrapping up our love series today. I’ve been thinking about Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. today, as we observe his birthday. I spoke with a friend recently who marched with him. At the time, my friend was an 11 year old boy. I cried as he told the story of how Dr. King took a rock to the head from an angry onlooker, but kept marching. Our kids love who we love. They’ll hate who we hate. Dr. King’s dream did not die with him. His death will not be in vain. It’s up to US. We must love better. We must do better. I remembered a first grade teacher showing my class Dr. King’s famous speech. My boys are not much younger than I was when I heard it the first time. I pulled it up on YouTube this morning and shared it with them.…

Beth and I are contuing our look at love in 1 Corinthians 13:7. Were looking at how love is “always hopeful”.  But what do you do when it hurts to hope? Yesterday was our “gotcha day”, and the fact it falls on New Years Eve adds an extra element of celebration. (It was the 3rd anniversary of our adoption being finalized.) Whenever I hear the word “hope” I’m haunted by memories of the pain I felt because it hurt to hope. Your doctors tell you there is little hope for bearing children. Your body is another year older and betrays your deepest desire. Your faith tells you anything is possible. It’s a complicated mix of emotions. You want to be hopeful, but you also want to be realistic. I don’t know the answers for your situation, but I can tell you that in His love, hope is found. It may…