Oh blog, I don't know what to do with you anymore.

So, where to begin?

Life is so not about me anymore. I kinda chuckle at the previous post. I am pretty sure I haven't done my nails since then. And I am ok with that.

Last Spring Stephen and I took a leap into the unknown. We signed up and after going through a lengthy process, are licensed adoptive/foster parents with DHR. The chain of events that took place are quite divine and I must write about them here sometime. Even our social workers kept saying, "this never happens".

We welcomed a little fella into our home in May. Followed by a little older fella in June. This summer has been about transitions. Painful ones. Joyous ones. Emotionally taxing ones. Expensive ones. It's also been about learning to trust God. Everyday. Every minute. Every second.

Going deeper with God requires greater risks. Greater risks means more opportunity to learn about God's character. Learning about God's character means holding a mirror up to the ugly parts of my character and choosing to die to myself. It also means choosing to die to my own plans, ideals, and yes, sometimes even dreams. It's exhausting but it's exhilerating. God is always enough.

“When you have come to the edge of all light that you know and are about to drop off into the darkness of the unknown, Faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on or You will be taught to fly” Patrick Overton

Teach me to fly, Abba Father. Teach me to fly.