This Beautiful Mundane

     As I drove home late at night along frozen and quiet roads, Classical music played quietly on the radio, and I felt the familiar rush of this romantic’s soul. The feeling of being in a sacred place, a moment scarcely worthy to be known by man. I praised God for His goodness, and His love. The beauty of this earth falls dim compared to the glory and beauty of the King of kings. Can you imagine what it will be like to stand and echo with the angels, “Holy, holy, holy!”?       I have tended to become irritated with myself in the past, frustrated with how quickly I become passionate about something, and then frustrated with the “crash and burn” that undoubtedly follows as my fanciful, rose-colored glasses adjust to the harsh glare of reality.      I may not be the way that I think I “ought” to be, perhaps not so self-composed, not quite so rational or levelheaded - but tonight I simply embraced the ecstasy of emotion that God...

      Since my earliest recollection I have loved children, and dreamed of being a wife and a mother. Another of my earliest recollections is planning and dreaming. At 7 I had drawn on graph paper the blueprint for an orphanage, clinic, school, and soup kitchen. I wanted to be all things to everyone.      I have been able to work with kids throughout my life, helping at home with my siblings, babysitting, and nannying. I have been blessed with exposure to adoption and ministry to the vulnerable since I was very young.      It is intriguing to me looking across the things that God has done in my life so far. Being able to be introduced to the world of HIV+ when I went to Ukraine the first time, seeing the pain in the eyes of the war-weary teens when I went to Ukraine the second time, and then finally getting to know the kids in Bolivia.      I went to Bolivia thinking that I was going to be a hero. I daydreamed o...