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I've been married to my husband, Michael, for almost 25 years. I'm a mom to a biological son and an adopted son from Colombia, and I'm also a spiritual mom to my adopted son's older brother, who I claim as a son in my heart. I'm bilingual and love to work with and relate to Spanish-speaking children and families. I've been a teacher to students from all sorts of backgrounds and cultures for the last 20+ years. I'm also an author and a certified Biblical counselor. I'm in a new empty nest season in a new location far from where I raised my boys, so I'm definitely in a stage of rediscovering myself, my interests, and my purpose.

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Tuesday, November 30, 2021

30 Days of Gratitude--Better late than never



Well, it's been a challenging year, and before I knew it, November slipped right past me. But here we are on the last day of November, so I still have time to get in my 30 days of gratitude. Though the year has been filled with a lot of hard, the hard still held things to be thankful for.

This year I am thankful for: (in random order)

  1. A diverse class of students and families from several countries in Central America.
  2. A really great church with incredible leadership
  3. Dallas Baptist University
  4. My bike
  5. A fireplace to keep our house warm through the winter freeze
  6. A really good, caring cardiologist
  7. A chance to see and visit with all of our extended family this year
  8. Safe travels to and from Indiana
  9. A new life group on Saturday nights at a different campus
  10. A really great midweek small group that focuses on strengthening our marriages
  11. Morning walks
  12. Morning kitten snuggles
  13. A hot cup of decaf coffee
  14. Front porch Bible study
  15. Praying friends
  16. A close friend to ride bike with, meet for coffee, and pray with.
  17. Writing opportunities
  18. Bike trails surrounded by gorgeous wildflowers
  19. Juan's reconnection with a childhood friend
  20. Stepping Stones Church
  21. Seeing friends and family survive COVID
  22. Getting stronger after dealing with COVID complications
  23. Card games with David, even though I always lose
  24. Mike's job promotion earlier this year
  25. Friends who buy me new clothes just because
  26. Blueberries
  27. Coffee and lunch dates with friends
  28. Family pics
  29. An exercise bike for cold days and dark mornings
  30. Craft times with Mom

Monday, November 29, 2021

Birthday Season 2021

 In the last month, Mike turned 45, Juan David turned 24, and David turned 20. With a family of four adults, it gets a bit harder every year to try to celebrate all together, and this year we just had to be flexible to find that time. 

For Mike's birthday, we went bowling, had a cookout, and his boss actually gave him the day off, so he and David got to watch the Cowboy's game together. We also all four went out to Chili's together the night before. We kept it low key and relaxed after just having returned recently from a trip to Indiana to see his family. Juan got him the shoes he wanted, and David got him stuff for the garage. I got him a wall hanging with pictures I snapped of his family together and of the house he grew up in.  We had a skillet cookie with ice cream on the 30th, and then we had cheesecake instead of cake on his birthday. 















For Juan's birthday, we went to a movie together that he wanted to see, and then that night we went out to eat together after church. We got him something for his car that he let us know he wanted.  He's been on a health/fitness kick recently, so he asked for fruit salad instead of a cake. I didn't get out to get the fruit salad, but I did walk to the grocery store that morning to get fruit bowls of various mixed fruits. 








I had to go searching to find this picture, but I found it and posted it on Facebook so that it's there now as a yearly memory on his birthday, the first birthday gift I ever gave him, the one he opened on our last phone call together before they cut off my contact with him in Colombia when the adoption failed. I am always reminded of the privilege it is to give him gifts every year on November 6th. 

For David's birthday, the celebration came in parts. First I gave him a blanket I had made with a picture of his beloved truck. He knew I ordered it early when they had a sale, so he asked to have it early to take to Indiana with us. We knew he wasn't coming home for his birthday on the 16th (a Tuesday), but he stopped by home on Friday night on his way to a football game with one of his housemates, so I gave him a second gift, two decks of cards with pics of his truck on them. The next day Mike went to DBU to work on his truck with him, so I sent a little cake for him to enjoy with his housemates. Finally on black Friday (the 26th), we got to take him out for his birthday dinner. 

(Since I gave him his gift back in September, I made him let me have cake and sing to him then, too. Lol.)





I can't believe my baby is 20, the one who made me a mom. We graduated the teenage years in our home! A bittersweet day, for sure. 

Cherishing these celebrations, especially now that my boys are beginning to live their own adult lives and my role in their lives changes more and more each day. As much as I miss their younger years when they relied on me a bit more as their mom, I am trying to cherish this stage of their lives, as well, watching them take risks, take responsibility for themselves, and learn to be independent. I'm not saying it's easy, but I don't know that any stage is easy. 

Wednesday, November 24, 2021

Seasons of Prayer

Life seems to flow so naturally in and out of seasons that we can't always pinpoint when one season ends and the next begins. Kind of like weather seasons--they have a start and end date, but in reality, the change is very gradual. So we gradually prepare for the next season by gathering all we might need and keeping it handy for when we might start to need it. 

And then sometimes you feel caught between seasons, not knowing how to dress or prepare for the next day or week. One day it's warm, the next a bit chilly, the next you're wearing a t-shirt, and then suddenly you need a jacket before going outside. Those in-between seasons are the hardest because you can't seem to settle in to any kind of rhythm. Rhythms bring peace, and without them we do not feel settled.

Our prayer lives go through seasons, as well. Sometimes we have a consistent routine of morning or evening prayers, asking God for daily guidance, confessing our sins, and lifting up people we love to the Father. Other times we spend a considerable amount of time on our knees, desperate to hear from God and see him at work in a particular situation. And yet sometimes we fall into a season of silence, where words just don't come or seem to be too much. Prayer gets hard and discouragement sets in. We feel like God is distant in those times.

I'm learning, though, to embrace this season of silent, near wordless prayer. Sometimes my mind gets so cluttered that I can't seem to form any kind of meaningful prayer. My heart is restless, and so I sit quietly and don't say a word. I go for a walk to spend time with God, and yet I never open my mouth to speak. It's in the silence that I can actually hear. Prayer isn't just talking to God. It's communication with God, and without any season of silence, we don't give God free reign to speak to our hearts. In order to hear from God, sometimes we just need to be still and let him talk. 

I like to be prepared at all times. Prepared for the heat. Prepared for the cold. Prepared for the rain, the snow, the ice, the fog. I have a sweater hanging by my computer at work, an extra hat and gloves in the car, an umbrella by the door, and sunglasses tucked away right by the driver's seat. I invest in them all ahead of time, but I would be silly to use them all every time I go anywhere. I don't need the sunglasses on a cloudy day, nor do I need my hat and gloves in the middle of a Texas summer. I pull each item out when I need it, and I put it safely back where it belongs when I don't. But I always keep those necessities within reach, especially for those in-between seasons.

It's the same with our seasons of prayer. I set up my prayer corner with everything I might need to have quality conversation with God. A journal, a pen, soft lighting, a Bible, books filled with Scripture prayers to pray in different seasons, devotionals, notecards, etc. Certain seasons call for journaled prayers, others beckon more time in Bible study, while others require a Scripture on a notecard that I can carry with me to pray throughout the day. Sometimes God impresses certain people on my heart to pray them through a hard season, so I write their names on a list in my journal that I bring before God every day. And then other times, I go for a walk, quietly surrender my day to God, and then walk for thirty minutes in absolute silence. And in that silence, God speaks to my heart, rearranges my thoughts, gives me fresh perspective. Whatever burdens my heart that day that I can't put into words, the Holy Spirit takes over and prays for me. 

Whether I journal, pray Scripture, read a list of names and requests to God, or just sit in silence in His presence, it's all communication with God. And it's all prayer. Rather than get discouraged that certain seasons of prayer seem more intentional than others, remember that seasons flow into each other so naturally that you may just be in-between seasons. Keep everything you might need close at hand, but let God lead the communication. 

I'm in a loud season of life right now and am having a hard time drowning out all the noise. Work demands more physical and mental energy right now, and family needs can feel so overwhelming. When I make time to spend with God, silence calms my heart and soul more than journaling or spoken prayer. Sometimes all I can do is vent and release what's on my mind and heart to God and then ask Him to rearrange it all so I can see His perspective. 

But I am excited and preparing for a quieter season when I can dig into this new prayer journal I found. A Bible reading plan, pages to fill with gratitude, a daily emphasis on praise, adoration, and confession, a place to document answered prayers and to write a list of continual prayers, a small folder to tuck away notecards, and a place to just reflect on life. All in one year long journal. I haven't opened it up yet because I feel God saying it's for another season. So for today, I wrote my list of gratitude, prayed Scripture over my family and friends, and I'll go for a walk later with God to just experience His presence out in nature and allow Him to speak to my heart in whatever way He chooses. Even if no words are exchanged, it's okay.