One Less

Last Night there became one less orphan in the world. A family from my church stepped out of a plane and we were there to welcome them home with their beautiful, rambuctious new four year old son. Welcome home Caleb James Shu.

Our sign was ready

We waited

And waited

And there they were! Our first sigtings of this beautiful boy. He was worth the two long years of waiting and praying

First time meeting his grandma

His Joyful, Beautiful new momma

The Balloon a dangerous fun new toy

The adorable welcoming committee

The Beautiful family of seven plus grandparents. Welcome Home Grahams and many happy memories

Please pray for this family as they adjust to life with this very sweet overactive boy. Attachment is going well, and he is such a happy boy. Pray for the future surgeries he will need to hopefully give him sight in his eye that has a glaucoma. God couldn't have picked a better family to be his forever.

The Secret Voice

Not behind a mask

I never know what to say on this blog. I created it as a way to let my feelings known even if no one cares to hear them. The truth is I am far from put together. I struggle each and everyday. Nothing has ever come easy to me, except writing, but recently even that has been challenged by the great professors of college, and the even greater writers within my creative writing class. This semester I have been shot down a countless amount of times, because I'm just not as good.
I can't turn the political leaders of our current times, into books of the bible and make it a poem. I don't have horrific events to talk about, I've never had a guy so theirs no tragic break up, and I don't get caught up in stupid drama so that is one more topic I cannot discuss.
When I am struggling I pray, and talk to people in the church. I have never felt the need to put on a mask and pretend that my life is fabulous, because it is not, and I don't want anyone to think it is. I daily struggle to read my bible (and quite honestly it usually doesn't get done), I have a temper, I freak out when people ask me questions, I struggle to get words to come out right, sometimes people don't understand me. I am an outcast, but I feel that someday my differences will help. If I show my true colors maybe others will be comfortable confiding in me. I don't want to be another Christian that non-Christian's view as better than them, because their lives seem so perfect. I can guarantee, everyone has a skeleton in their closet.