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The One Where Love Protects
An Encouragement for Adoptive Families Walking in Truth and Tenderness In the journey of adoption, we talk a lot about love. How it motivates us, connects us, and gives us strength. But one aspect of love we don’t always talk about is how love protects. In 1...
Protecting the Stories of Birth Parents Protect Adoptees
In the world of adoption advocacy and education, stories are often the most powerful tools we have. They evoke empathy and compassion and invite constructive conversations about systemic reform. But as we work to elevate the voices of those most impacted by adoption,...
The One When Love Does Not Reflect Christ Part 2
I grew up in church, not just on Sundays, but Sunday mornings, Sunday nights, Wednesday nights, and every event in between. Bible studies, youth group lock-ins, prayer nights… if there was a chance we might sin between meals, the church had an answer to prevent it....
The One When Love Does Not Reflect Christ
The One When Love Does Not Reflect Christ There’s a moment in every adoption journey when you’re forced to confront a hard truth: not all love looks like Christ. Even in Christian circles, perhaps especially in Christian circles. We can wrap our actions in the...
Loving Like Christ in Adoption: A Guide to Compassionate Care
Loving Like Christ in Adoption: A Call to Enduring, Compassionate Care Adoption is a journey marked by both complexity and beauty. At its core, adoption calls us into a kind of love that reflects the steadfast, compassionate, and sacrificial character of Christ. This...
Managing Emotions When Birth Parent Stops Contact
Managing Emotions When Your Child’s Birth Parent Stops Communicating Adoption isn't a fixed picture; it’s a living story, full of nuance, change, and emotion. It is a journey marked by connection, sometimes constant, sometimes fragile. In many open adoptions, the...
Love Keeps No Records of Wrong
You Hurt Me I remember the first time someone called me ugly to my face. It hurt my feelings badly, and no matter how many times I have heard “You’re beautiful” since then, the comment lingers. It was my 9th grade year, and I was on the bus heading home from school. I...