Going into the summer, I thought knew what that plan was. I thought that I was supposed to get a full time job, make some money, and work until school started, but God had other plans for me, which He slowly began to reveal to me, one lighted step at a time. The very moment I chose to look to Him and asked for His help, He gently reaches down to me, lifts me off the ground, dusts me off, and reaffirms to me that He has an amazing plan for my life. Read more of Alexie’s story…
I’m making grilled turkey legs tonight for my family! I bought some turkey drumsticks and found this delicious recipe! I’m all about grilling in the summer and can’t wait to see how it turns out! I’m gluten-free, so I always make sure I can keep the ingredients gluten/wheat free. I didn’t have a white onion, so I used a red one. Hope your family enjoys this #easy recipe!
Summer is a special time for families to slow down and have fun together (and that means blogging too) This is our 1st summer in three years we are home in the US! I’m focusing my writing and projects on family, and if you’re like me, finding time to write (alone) is almost impossible to find! The kids keep me hopping, but I wouldn’t want it any other way!
My name is Alexie. My family sold me for sex trafficking, I endured severe sexual, physical, and emotional abuse, neglect, and abandonment by my own family. My family often took me to hotels and would sell me to people for sex. I was forced into pornography at a young age and the abuse happened by several family members on a weekly and often daily basis. This is my story …
As a little girl, I dreamt of two things when it came to adoption. First, I dreamt of one day adopting a child so I could offer this special gift to a child–just as I had received. And secondly, to one day see a picture of my birth mother (especially her hips—to see what I was up against!) After many years of waiting, the second dream of seeing my birth mother’s picture transpired last Sunday…
It feels like we all survived the longest winter in history, at least in my neck of the woods (and I grew up in Chicago!) We made it …and today is the first day of summer in the Gibson family. It’s been a crazy few weeks and I’m looking forward to playing with my kids, doing all things summer fun! I hope you’ll hang out here and we’ll have some bloggy summer fun, too! Do you have anything crazy planned for you summer fun? I’d love to hear!
Growing up, I was constantly bombarded with the belief system that I needed to be normal. I learned early on going to school and watching my peers that normal is safe, normal is living in-a-box, normal is respected, acceptable, and rewarded. But, what happens when we don’t feel normal? What happens when our kids grow up feeling they are far from normal. You can’t live normal and live out a God-adventure.
I’d love to say our family game night is a crazy-free zone, but sometimes when we lose big we can learn the best lessons on cheering each other on to victory! Sharing a delish hamburger recipe shaped like a hot dog! This is a family fav. Loved watching my daughter, Hannah donating her locks to a really special cause–> check out the before and after pics. #pantenebeautifullengths
Foster care scared me to death! My first reaction was, “no, there is no way I can do that. I can’t love a child like my own and then say good-bye, I’d get way too attached.” Well, now three years and twenty-three children later God has shown me over and over that what He calls you to, He equips you for. “I” can’t do any of this, but He can do miraculous things when we say yes to His call. Read Laura’s amazing story…
For the past twenty years, I help with homework, cheer at soccer games, and make school lunches. I arrange hair appointments, attend school programs, sports activities, and dance recitals. I fiercely protect, encourage, challenge, and pray for their safety. I play board games, help a new driver drive, and send care packages to college. I meet with teachers, shop for new shoes, talk about their day. I listen to their music, dance to their music (much to their horror, and sing their music a little too loud. Every single day I am reminded how hard it is being a mom. {Happy Mother’s Day}
