Seven years ago my husband and I adopted a toddler with attachment issues. One part of the adoption was obviously the legal requirements that included going to court, registering the adoption, changing his name and obtaining an unabridged birth certificate.
When I was 23, I moved from Australia to The Netherlands to work with Youth With A Mission in Amsterdam. I was staffing Discipleship Training Schools that took me away on three-month short-term mission trips that, while amazing, left me
When I was five years old my sister, Danielle, had a friend who lived opposite horse paddocks. We passed them every day after dropping my Dad off at the train station to go to work. Being the animal enthusiast
I’ve been tantruming for about four years now. Yep, you heard right, four. It’s not that anyone ever told me outright that if I prayed or gave or became a missionary that then God would be obligated to me, but