When I was a teenager living in the Midwest, I ate dried squid in the winter. My mom would roast the ojinguh in our fireplace while cups of Swiss Miss hot cocoa grew cold waiting on a coffee table close by. Mary, Joseph and Baby Jesus sat on our mantel above the fireplace where she … Continue reading My Mom’s Love Letter: Ojinguh over Fire
While she was still in Korea, our daughter went to a weekly playgroup with other kids like her, who were waiting for their forever families. When we came to bring her home, the adoption agency that had become part of her regular community gave us a little photo book with a cheerful yellow cover and … Continue reading All the Pages
One of the best things my parents taught me is that bridges between cultures are not only possible to build, but meant to be built. Their marriage alone is a testament to this and has been for my entire life as I’ve watched them bridge divides between the East and West. Despite the enormous span … Continue reading Travel as Family Discipleship
It’s been a year of crossing bridges and constructing them. We’ve seen our girl cross milestones this first year together: ABCs, shapes, colors and 123s. Climbing, jumping, sorting, discovering. Here’s where adoption is different though: our little girl has trekked mountains while passing through these expected milestones. It wasn’t just ABCs, it was ABCs in … Continue reading One Year with Everly
I remember the first time I read it. I was in college and at a friend’s house. She and some other friends and I went to get something out of her room and covering the walnut brown door a poster said this: “Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.” … Continue reading How Much Can A Heart Really Hold?