Friday, July 24, 2015

I didn't want to go.

That's my confession. When we were first asked if we were willing to come to Bangkok, Thailand my gut reaction was NO WAY. In my mind Bangkok was a dirty, scary place in documentaries about trafficking and movies about idiots doing stupid stuff during bachelor parties. 

I am sorry to say I knew nothing else about it. I didn't know about the schools or the neighborhood or anything good. I didn't have any clue about the amazing culture or precious people or amazing sights. I knew it was across the world. I knew almost only bad things about it to be honest. I was scared. I was so happy where we were. I wanted to just say no... Really badly... But I knew that would be wrong. 

Anytime I feel fear like that.. The paralyzing run away kind that makes me want to plug my ears and sing loudly I know I need to stop, drop and pray. And I did. And Russ did. And I told Russ... Just find out if it's safe. And we read about it and asked people about it and watched documentaries about it and we found out it was safe for our family and that apparently people loved it. That's what we knew. 


We didn't know where we'd live. We didn't know how we'd educate the kids. We had never visited. We didn't know what they ate. We didn't know how to say even one word. Nothing. 

It wasn't until about 6 wks before move that we even knew anything at all. It wasn't until we lived here that we knew most of it. 

The fear was tempting for me on this one. I wanted to run... Badly. I had every reason to run. It was scary. 

I chose love and power and a sound mind this time. I pray I always will. I'm learning that so much of having faith is tied up in having love. I'm learning that everything is about having love. 

I guess what I'm saying is I look around me and know that I could have missed all this. Yes, I would have missed out on the stress and could have avoided the fear.. but I also would have missed the absolutely amazing moments and the growing and miracles happening around me every moment. Miracles don't come easy. They are most often stretching and painful. 

I guess what I'm getting at is this... If something terrifying comes to you and you want to run... Don't. Use love and power and a sound mind. If you walk away in that way then good for you. I just hope you won't run. Cause when we are afraid it can make us run from the best thing that could ever happen to us. 

And every time you see my pictures of this amazing place know that I'm imperfect. That I could have missed it. Know that it's sometimes overwhelming. That I cry and miss people I love and Trader Joe's and easy but that I'm so crazy grateful I chose love. 

Not running. 

Love always, 

ps The quote photo in this post is from one of my favorite books in the history of ever.. "Keep Your Love On." It's like how to be successful and awesome at relationships in a nutshell. I hope and pray the whole world reads it and lives and loves by it. :) 

Sunday, July 05, 2015

Next chapter

It would be easy to say our journey to Thailand began in March but I think that would be a simplistic and missing a whole lot of the story. 

Here's the real story... 

When I was a teenager I lived in Germany as an army brat and it changed my life. Like CHANGED ME and who I was on a very deep level for the better. 

Fast forward a few years. 

When Russ and I were dating I shared so much of what I learned while living abroad with Russ that he and I began to pray throughout our years together that one day our family could live overseas so that our kids could have that kind of amazing growth experience. Our prayer was actually very specific. We prayed that we would be able to move overseas while we could still have all our kids living at home with us and that they would all be old enough to appreciate the journey and travel well. 

Fast forward a lot of years. 

We had hoped to be sent overseas for years and it looked like it might happen over and over but it never did. So we decided that God clearly intended to keep us where we were and built a beautiful home we loved and let go of that wish to move. 

We settled into a community we loved and a church we adored and became involved with ministry we were passionate about and were happy homeschooling at a co op full of some very special friends. The kids were in leadership at church and Zoe had a catering job she was crazy about. Russ was only weeks away from being at the gorgeous new work campus we had moved across town a year and a half before to be near. We had all found precious friendships and we were finally able to begin visiting Guatemala with Zoe and investing in people we love there as well. Our church started an adoption ministry and wanted me to help lead it. We had our restaurants, our grocery stores, our routines, our date nights. 

Every single thing in our life was lining up beautifully. It was the picture... The dream. It hadn't been this easy since we'd had children. God blessed our time in The Woodlands in ways I could never explain in just a blog post. In our time there we experienced significant healing and became stronger as a family. 

So naturally that's when God decided to answer our slightly forgotten prayer. :-) 

I'm not sure if you know why this blog is named "The Voice of Adventure" but here goes. When Russ and I were first married my mom shared a devotional with me one day saying she felt like she should pass it along. This devotional hit so deeply that I immediately called Russ to share it. He too was deeply moved and we both agreed that we wanted this to be our "life devotional." 

Here is that devotional.. 

The Voice of Adventure 

There is a rawness and a wonder to life. Pursue it. Hunt for it. Sell out to get it.

Jesus says the options are clear. On one side there is the voice of safety. You can build a fire in the hearth, stay inside, and stay warm and dry and safe.

Or you can hear the voice of adventure—God’s adventure.

Instead of building a fire in your hearth, build a fire in your heart. Follow God’s impulses. Adopt the child. Move overseas. Teach the class. Change careers. Run for office. Make a difference.

Don’t listen to the whines of those who have settled for a second-rate life and want you to do the same so they won’t feel guilty. Your goal is not to live long; it’s to live.

Sure it isn’t safe, but what is? (Max Lucado)

Luke 17:33 Whoever seeks to save his life loses it, but whoever loses his life preserves it.

So this became a kind of mantra for us and we did, in fact, adopt a child... several times. We taught a class more than once. Russ changed careers with my enthusiastic encouragment after attending MBA school. We hope we have made a difference. 

This devotional was such a huge part of my life that I even named my blog "The Voice of Adventure." 

Fast forward to Jan 2015.. 

Every year for many years now I've prayed and asked God for a focus for the new year. This year I kept hearing something that confused me... a lot. I kept hearing.. 

The Voice of Adventure- NEXT CHAPTER

I was puzzled.. and a bit distressed by this. I explained very nicely to God, "God that's our life devotional. Not my word for the year." You know.. In case He was confused. ;) I even told several of my close friends about my distress over getting this particular word for the year. 

Cause I know from experience those words MEAN something and I wasn't sure I liked what this meant. There were only two things on that list we hadn't done.. 

Run for office and move overseas. 

Oh dear. I got pretty nervous. Started explaining it to myself as maybe meaning that we were helping Zoe start HER adventure and journey and that's what it meant. And after all, we had become very involved in Village of Hope in Guatemala and intended to go more and more often. SO that counted right? Eh hem. Good try Angel. Sheesh. I'm not USUALLY one for denial. 

But our life was full of ministry and love and deep connections and new opportunities to serve. How could God be having us leave NOW? It couldn't be. 

So when we found out we were moving overseas we were simultaneously STUNNED and not at all surprised even a little bit.  

Zoe is 16. This is absolutely the last opportunity we would have to live overseas and have her able to be with us. The littles are just now getting to the age where travel is becoming easier and they appreciate the journey. 

It is "The Voice of Adventure- NEXT CHAPTER." 

BANGKOK, THAILAND... I'm gonna say it. I threw a bit of a temper tantrum! I was a little bit like, "WAIT!!! Hold up!! I changed my MIND! It's too hard. Everything is perfect. I. TAKE. IT. BACK. We've grown enough. I don't want anything to change. Everything is comfortable and wonderful and look at the amazing things we are involved in right here! How can we just LEAVE?"

But in my heart I knew it was time to go and that this was our answer to prayer. 

Yes.. That first day a lot of words came out of my mouth that I probably shouldn't publish. I paced through my yard and home for MILES that day trying to wrap my mind around leaving our perfect world to live in a place I'd never even seen. 

I worried about my children who have all already faced so many battles in their lives and wondered about the load for my precious husband. To ask them to leave so much and take on so much.. could we be ok? I paced and I prayed and I cussed and I cried. (Look.. I'm not saying I recommend cussing while you pray. I am just getting real about how this went down.) It took a few hours of the praying and the pacing but..

I opened my hands and let go of what I expected my life to be and then I began to feel the joy in the adventure.

So I am grateful I didn't get my way. I'm blessed that I was pushed out of my comfort zone. I'm thankful that we are in our next chapter and I'm excited to take you along for the ride. 

Love, Angel 

Soooooooo.... I live in Thailand now

I know like 99.9% of you KNOW this information. However, just in case some poor unsuspecting soul stumbles innocently upon this blog there it is.

I. Live. In. Thailand.

I only found out I was moving here in March. My life since then feels like a complete whirlwind. There's been so much intensity in every way. There has been, of course, the intense loss of leaving all that we know. There has been the unbelievable excitement of the adventure in front of us. For EVERY single member of our family there have been gains and losses and bonds made and some severed and hurts healed and hearts broken and then strengthened and dreams rediscovered and challenges faced and truth realized and character revealed.

I knew that a move abroad would grow us. I didn't fathom how hard and fast that growth would come. What I see now is that in this moment of us having our lives turned upside down the heat shot up all around us for our family and everyone who loves us. It's in those moments that we discover the truth about ourselves. Then we choose what to do with that truth .

There are times now we feel we are flying and times we feel we are drowning. Sometimes all these feelings can happen in a day.

I live in Thailand.

I am happy about that. I'm scared about that. I'm amazed by that. I'm grateful for that.


And this blog that has so lovingly captured so many special moments over the years... I feel that it's finally MAYBE.. I HOPE the moment to pick her up and dust her off and begin to blog again.

There's this world I want to share with you if only I can find the words.

So..... I live in Thailand now.

Much love,

Friday, November 30, 2012

Stump Recovery Program- Step 1- Identify Stumpiness

We all know that the first step to recovery is admitting there is a problem right? So here's the question... ARE YOU A STUMP?

What is a "Giving Tree Stump" you ask? For that answer just click here...

I myself discovered I WAS indeed A STUMP.

I wasn't always a stump but I became extremely stumpy. 

As I have visited with more and more women have I realized this is not a just me thing. There are a lot of stumpy women out there. So how to recover? 

Here's step 1. Are you a stump? 

You might be a stump if.....

1. You think life is like a metaphorical pie and if you take a piece for yourself it leaves less for everyone else so you try not to take much for yourself.

2. You feel guilty... like A LOT. You feel guilty anytime you take care of yourself. You might even sometimes feel guilty for feeling guilty.

3. You feel proud of yourself when you are able to keep going even if you are completely drained. You don't stop to rest until you are completely spent.

4. You often give to others to the extreme and sometimes feel hurt or resentful that people can't see what you feel and need. You may wonder why they don't give to you the same way.

5. You have quit doing things that used to be extremely important to you because you just don't have time for that.

6. You have lost your spark.

7. You find yourself resenting it if you see people close to you taking care of themselves because you "can't" do that.

8. Things you used to love (like being a mom, homeschooling, helping people, planning events, or fill in the blank) now leave you feeling stressed and exhausted.

9. You begin to wonder if you will ever be that person you used to be or if this is your new personality.

10. You find worth in how much you sacrifice and feel frustrated by those you don't feel are sacrificing to the same degree. 

If you identify with 4-5 you are approaching stumpy. 6-7 and you are pretty stinkin stumpy. 8-10 and you are the stumpiest stump in the woods like I was. So let me know... how many of us are there? 

Are you ready to dustump with me?

There's hope my stumpy friends. I believe we can be way more than stumps. Who's in? 

Part 2 coming soon....

HUGS, Angel

Thursday, August 23, 2012

Cracked Foundation


There are people who think that children who are adopted are weird. There is nothing weird about them. There is, very often, something broken... cracked.. at their very foundation.

Similar to a beautiful home that has a crack in the foundation.. these sweet ones have been hurt and wounded at their core. 

That's the reality. The thing about a cracked foundation is it must be repaired or the structure is unstable. It's likely to be a messy job during the process. It may look HORRIBLE for awhile. It may require intense work. It may require special tools and skills. 

Here's the amazing part though. If repaired correctly and with skill the foundation will be stronger after the repair than it ever was originally. 

That's the beauty of things... people that are broken and healed are stronger in the end. Our children come split wide open with trauma and grief. They have most often endured more than the average adult. 

They were not easily broken. They have endured an emotional earthquake. The very fact that they are ALIVE is a testament to their strength. 

So here they are... by no fault of their own... cracked wide open. We walk into brokenness and pain. We have to walk into that house with that gash in the floor knowing the mess that's going to occur. 

Even when we DO know it catches us off guard. We wonder what we've gotten ourselves into. We wonder if we will survive. We wonder if we can ever find the skills to help repair the foundation. 

And it's slow.. and it's hard.. and it's messy.. but we usually figure it out with some help. Our children heal. The cracks close. We find the tools or help or resources or knowledge and we DO THE WORK. AND IT'S WORTH IT! 

I'll tell you why it's worth it. A person who has been broken to bits and keeps fighting is the one we scream the loudest for isn't it? A person who loses everything and keeps going... THRIVES.. That person is different, unique, special.

That is who our children are inside. Just as sure as some children are born without limbs many of our children are established with deep wounds that they overcome. The overcoming and healing of these obstacles, wounds and grief makes them MORE. They become MORE. They have been rejected and learned to love again. They have been ridiculed and continued to try. They have been denied food, shelter, care and attention and survived it to find a home. They are not weird. They are MIRACLES.

They are being forced to learn lessons in forgiveness, kindness, survival, empathy, determination, courage and surrender that most adults don't learn... ever.

When we look at our adopted children we must see the cracks, attend to the damage and expect the healing. We will get there and our children will not be normal. Heavens no, when a child's foundation is broken and repaired with great skill it can be stronger than it ever was before.

Our children will never be normal. They will be phenomenal. 

Friday, August 10, 2012

There are things you want..

My dad is not always a man of many words. When he does say something it's usually because he HAS something to say and it's worth hearing.

One sunny day, years ago, I was sitting on my parents front porch while my dad was working in the yard. I was explaining some very big life decisions Russ and I were facing. I explained to him how hard it was to make these choices and I asked for his advice. This is what he said to me that day...

"Angel, there are things you want and there are things you want MORE. You have to decide which is which."

I laughed and agreed with him. It didn't seem like rocket science but it kind of was. Sometimes the most difficult things to do are so simple at their core. So much of what it comes down to is what do we want MORE.

Sometimes it's not good and bad or black and white or right or wrong. Sometimes it's just so many good things we could do and we have to really listen to what God is whispering to our hearts... Which means getting quiet enough to hear that still small voice. Which means drowning out the guilt, obligation, dream scenarios, romantic lenses, selfishness, anger and frustration to just be honest with ourselves... And KNOW our own heart.

I can't tell you how many times over the years that advice has rung in my ears. I can tell you that it's ringing in my ears over and over for the past couple of months.

There are things I want... And there are things I want more. Which is which?

I just wish my dad could tell me what I want more cause I OFTEN have trouble figuring that part out. Dad??? ;-)

Hugs, Angel

Thursday, July 26, 2012

Letter to a new Trust Based Parenting Momma

Recently I was contacted by a parent who is fairly new to Trust Based Parenting and feeling a bit overwhelmed. She found herself overcome with emotion as she saw parenting in a whole new light. As I wrote to her I wondered how many of you have felt the daunting fear of failure. As I have taken on this monumental task of parenting outside of "normal" I know I have felt that terror.. Many, many times. So I thought I'd share my response in hopes that it might encourage someone out there in bloggy land. I will edit a bit for clarity.

... I am so glad you got them (The Trust Based Parenting DVDs from TCU) and am grateful to hear they are hitting home... Though I know that can be so very painful and understand that feeling well. :-( It's hard sometimes. I can relate. This week, seeing hard truth, was so emotional for me too.

I have to hold on to knowing and embracing this is what has and what is going to help us all thrive as a family.

It's what we ignore that we can't fix.

It's not an ability to be perfect that makes us good moms. It's a willingness to be vulnerable and grow that makes us great moms.

So don't you dare become discouraged. ;-)

THIS is the stuff great moms do. They are weak sometimes and get real and break and grow.

I'm really proud of you for putting it all out there emotionally. It's courageous.

I have to remember not to let my mommy guilt or fear overwhelm me. When I first learned all this I had to forgive myself for not knowing what I didn't know. :-)

The Bible says we are responsible for what we know. Giving yourself and your children tons of grace is so important in this process. It's not about being perfect. It's about compassion and putting more and more tools in your toolbox.

I have talked to family after family who has been RIGHT where you are... The beginning of something beautiful. It's a scary, wonderful place to be but if you can let those emotions just flow, forgive yourself for being a human and then use your new tools to connect on this deeper level you will start to see some amazing things happen. I want to hear about them when they start.

OH!!! And don't try to start using all your tools at once. You'll be EXHAUSTED. Just choose 2 or 3 favorite new tools.

When I first started learning all this I remember realizing how punitive I was. Ugh! I had no idea how I would take this kinda thrill in making things "just." I felt awful. One of the first things I wanted to do was learn to do something different. I immediately started really ramping up giving choices about everything I could and doing re-dos.

After that I moved onto things like the IDEAL response, giving yes, empowering their bodies... And then sensory, and regulation techniques and... And... And...

Don't let yourself get overwhelmed by it. Learn to use one or two tools at a time and be grateful there are so many to choose from.

Now most of this comes very naturally. It was VERY hard at first. It was like learning to build a house. ;-)

You can do this slowly and surely with us all cheering you along and handing you any tools we know about.

Hugs!!!! Angel
PS um this kinda turned into a blog post... I may just copy it on there. I bet we aren't the only ones who ever weep during TBRI ;-)

Much love, Angel

Sunday, July 22, 2012

From Selfish to Giving Tree Stump then back again... Somewhere in the middle

When I was younger... MUCH younger :-) I was selfish.

Not mean, bratty selfish. Ok, maybe there was a touch of that but mostly just young selfish. Selfish like I had a lot of time. Selfish like I had a lot of margin. Selfish like I thought about my needs and had time to meet them.... A LOT.

Then I had a baby, then we moved, then my husband went to a demanding MBA school program, then my baby had surgery, then we moved again, then we adopted, ran a not for profit for awhile ON THE SIDE, adopted again... Adopted AGAIN...

And this last year I realized that along the way I had almost completely lost myself. It happened slowly like a frog being boiled alive.

I didn't mean for it to happen. I didn't feel like I had a choice. I didn't know another way to be enough so I just gave up pieces of myself to give to others until there was almost nothing left. For about a year I just felt.....trapped. Trapped, trapped, trapped, trapped, miserable.

I guess I saw it as a zero sum game. There is only so much of me. I have to make sure my husband and children and family and closest friends and responsibilities get enough so I will just have to give up my stuff.

I wanted to love sacrificially and I guess I was. No I was... I just didn't realize the cost or alternative.

There were things I stopped doing that I NEEDED to stop doing. I learned to say no kindly and liberally and OFTEN which has been AWWWWWWESOME and so very freeing.

There were many things I gave up that were truly necessary and right for a season.

I think my failing came in not knowing myself enough to know what NOT to give up. I wasn't just giving up my stuff. I started giving away parts of who I am at a fundamental level. I started giving up things that feed my soul...

I gave up blogging

I gave up intense study

I gave up going to conferences

I gave up eating well

I gave up exercising

I gave up painting my nails

I gave up shaving both halves of my legs

I gave up having personal goals about ME

Some of these things may seem trivial. Some may seem obvious. I think what I realized was this.... These are some things that are inherent to who I am. There are things that are not just things.

When I cut these things out of my life I quickly started to shrivel. Well, physically I quickly started to expand. Let's keep it real people. Spiritually I started to wither away.

I was taking the gifts God had gifted me with and sticking them on a shelf to gather dust in favor of the urgent.

I truly believed I was doing what was right. I couldn't have been more wrong.

I am learning better now.

This is not a zero sum game. There is not "only so much of me." I am not a pile of lumber to be distributed equally among those I care about.

I am a tree. Or I am meant to be. Not a tree to be used up to uselessness. (if you are confused now please see my previous giving tree post)

NO!!! I am meant to be like a tree planted by the water that bears fruit in due season.

I am meant to love sacrificially in the ways God calls me to love but not to abandon the gifts He has given me.

I struggled with this. Struggled to see what I'd abandoned. Struggled with fierce guilt, believing myself to be a selfish shrew. Struggled with believing it could be different.

There is still a strain... But I think I'm on my way.

As I have begun to embrace prioritizing the things that are fundamental to my well being I have found myself feeling inspired, energized, happy and on my way to healthy.

To my delighted surprise I have had MORE to offer my husband and children.

Sure I was giving them everything I was before but how much does a stump have to offer?

Hugs, Angel

Saturday, July 21, 2012

The big "D" in Adoption... When it all falls apart

It's the thing no one wants to talk about.... Shhhhhh.... Disruption.

I guess in the world of adoption this is the unforgivable sin right? And now I'm finally gonna talk about it. Sigh..

This post started in my head years ago. I'm going to confess here. There is a time I held judgment in my heart when I heard that someone had disrupted an adoption. I'm sorry. Truly I am.

I was young, stupid and downright ugly.

Now when I see anyone, especially from the adoption community, tearing down someone who has made this decision it breaks my heart. I'm not really angry at them. I just feel so very sad cause my view of the world has changed.

I guess I'm not as young anymore and I don't see it as black and white. I have friends now who have disrupted or chosen not to complete an adoption. I have adopted a precious little one from a disruption situation. I've had a chance to walk with people through that terrible valley.

In some of the cases I saw that I may have been forced into the same decision. In some cases I would not have made the same decision but saw why they did. In some cases I knew I would choose a different path. Yet, in each and every case there was something in common.

These people were absolutely broken. These families had put blood, sweat and tears into adopting these children just like I had. These people wanted it to work. What they were doing was a nightmare for them. They held a belief that this is what was best for that child.

As I walked this journey the thought occurred to me, "Why is it that the adoption community frequently offers virtual sainthood to a birth mother who makes the decision not to parent for a perceived good of the child but is ready to stone an adoptive mother who does the same?"

Why is it that if we go out on the limb to adopt and then fail the adoption community may just saw that limb off and let us fall?

Do I like disruption? Heavens no!!! I hate it.... I hate it with every fiber of my being. I hate it just like I hate divorce and children being orphaned and that we even NEED adoption and infidelity and bankruptcy and malnutrition and HIV and children with no education. I hate the brokenness and nature of the fallen world we live and love in.

Here's the truth though... These families that adopt... Sure, maybe there are some who are just TRULY evil and don't care about the child and were purely selfish. Let's be honest though... Not a whole lot of that kind of people jump through the hoops of fire required to adopt a child. These are people who not only took on the incredible task of parenting but took on the additional challenge of parenting a child from a hard place.

Maybe they shouldn't have done it. Maybe they didn't have the tools. Maybe they had unrealistic expectations. Maybe they made the wrong decision. Maybe they should have stuck it out.

Maybe.... Maybe not. I don't know. You don't know. And even if we do know it's kinda WAY beside the point isn't it?

Cause the truth is that few people are brave enough to adopt. These people were and then it failed and they feel like they failed. They are making a decision to give up a CHILD, to give up a dream, to give up what people think of them.... I can guarantee this is the worst time of their entire life and was not in the plan EVER.

Then the friends that have been their support are often the ones that pick up the sharpest, biggest stones. Maybe it's because we are afraid. Maybe we think if we yell loud enough it'll stop it from happening. Maybe we are afraid it'll happen to us.

I know the statistics now. This atmosphere doesn't stop disruptions from happening. It just means they happen underground and the people slink away to hide and hope they are forgotten because it's better than being condemned.

I don't want to be a part of that. I don't want to be a part of smashing someone who is already broken to bits. No matter why they are broken I want to be the one who is a safe place.

Whatever caused them to enter into the worst nightmare of their life I'd rather be a part of the healing than the sentencing. Maybe it was impossible... Maybe it was all their fault... For sure they are paying a steeper price than I can fathom without my heaping guilt and anger on top of them.

I want to be part of the solution. I want to be a safe place where adoptive families know they can turn no matter what they are facing. I want to learn tools to help parents walk their children to healing. I want tools to help parents who are broken and can't connect because of their own trauma. (which is quite common) I want to educate people on what the beauty and challenges are in adoption. I want to rejoice with those who rejoice and mourn with those who mourn. I want to help children be placed in homes where the parents and the children can find deep connection and thrive together.

So anyways... Disruption. That's where I am on that. In CASE you were wondering. :-)

Hugs, Angel

Monday, July 16, 2012

Excruciating Vulnerability- The price of connection

I get calls, emails, texts, FB messages from moms just like me. Moms that love their children and want to see them happy and healthy. Moms who are worn out and down right exhausted. Moms that wonder if I have answers in how to address the behaviors I see.

The truth is I think I do. The truth is I have no idea. The truth is I'm not sure. The truth is I'm learning. AND.. The truth is... It's not what you think.

What I've learned over these past 7 years is that what it takes to love is connection. What it takes to connect is EXCRUCIATING VULNERABILITY.

I mean EXCRUCIATING!!! If I am not a little uncomfortable in the initial process then I'm not doing it right. If it's not challenging at first then I'm probably playing it safe.

Being vulnerable means laying it out there... Opening myself up.. Laying my heart on the table... Saying I love you first.... Being willing to love someone who might hurt me.

Truly connecting means my heart open for someone to see knowing full well it may get smashed to bits... Maybe smashed over and over and over and over aaaaand over.

Just this last weekend I opened up to my husband, my precious and loving husband of 14 years, about a vulnerable need and I cried from the difficulty and fear of laying myself out so raw.

Truly connecting with a child from a hard place I can almost guarantee some smashing will occur. It's not easy. It is what it requires.

So when you ask what you can do I just gotta get really real with you and say, this is what it takes. Jesus got real when He said that we would need to DIE to ourselves.

True love and connection is only available to those willing to be excruciatingly vulnerable.

The truth is that we are ASKING this from our adopted (and bio) children. We are saying to them, "You are safe. You should trust me and love me and be vulnerable to me." Yet have we mastered that ourselves? How can we lead our broken and battered little ones down a road we ourselves refuse to travel?

The road to connection is full of scary shadows. Will we walk it with our children?

Yet with this connection comes a type of joy unavailable in any other capacity. Those who are truly connected believe they are WORTHY of loving. We want our children to believe this... Do we?

Learning this connection is requiring me to have the courage to be imperfect.

It is requiring me to care for myself and believe I am worthy of that care so my love can overflow to others.

It is requiring me to let go of my guilt that I didn't know what I didn't know and my ideas of who I think I should be.

It's freeing me to love... To live... To be grateful... To BE.

Basically, it's making me better than I WANTED to be and I'm forever thankful for the divine shove.

So when you ask me if I can help the first thing I wonder is, "Are you ready to be excruciatingly vulnerable? Is it worth it to walk through the scary shadows?"

If you want behavior modification I'm not so good at that. If you want the hard road to reaching connection within yourself and with your children I'm overjoyed to walk that road as we both keep it real together.

And that is connection.

Hugs, Angel

PS This TED video is amazing and was very inspirational to me on excruciating vulnerability. It is well worth your time. :-)