zach n kali

I'm in the perfect place to write at the moment. It's raining outside, and I'm sitting in a big comfy couch, a fire roaring, the Christmas lights and ornaments twinkling on the tree. I have a hot cup of coffee on my mind, but not really any interest in making it myself. If only elves came to visit me on their days off. Speaking of make-believe, I think there is a little ghost who lives in my fireplace. All of a sudden, for no reason at all, the fire will shut off, only to start up again a few minutes later. At this time of year I choose to believe it is the Ghost of Christmas Giving. I love love love giving gifts. There is nothing that excites me more than finding the perfect gift for someone. I love hearing stories about the perfect gift. I love being at the store and spotting it from the other end of the aisle, or stumbling across it in a magazine. The Ghost of Christmas Giving encourages me not to settle; the right gift will come along. He encourages me to o

I've been dealing with a severe case of writers block over the last few months. And trust me, it is not because life has been boring. A planner by nature, I have had a pretty good idea of what the next five years will look like. I'll finish my master's degree and earn my ASHA CCCs, Zach will find a job teaching math or social studies, and we'll be thinking about starting a family at age 27. I have a theory that we present such plan to God, he asks whether or not he has a place in them. And usually we're too busy trying to make these plans happen to hear him. And then a situation comes up where we become challenged or stretched. At this time, we look to God and asks him what he has for us, and we may not be prepared for the answer... This situation for me came up three months ago. It was during this stretching time that God began to place the idea of foster parenting on my heart. I know that it could only have come form him because it was nowhere in my “