Curated from a Biblical Perspective
We hold our babies, swaddle them, sing to them. We study their hands unwrapping their fingers grip on ours, wondering if they’ll be able to palm a basketball or reach an octave on the piano. We love to dream of their potential. We pray for them. But every mother knows we can verbalize only a... Continue Reading →
This past Saturday, my grandpa would’ve turned 81. He’s been gone for almost nine years now, but he still has a message that needs to be heard. Jerry Neuhart was born in 1937 to Hilda and Frank, in the beautiful rolling hills of Southeastern Ohio. He grew up in the small town of Senecaville and... Continue Reading →
My last post over five months ago, was written through tears of disappointment because God had used us in a birthmom's life in a way we wouldn't have chosen - being there for her through the struggle of her uncertainty, ready to welcome her baby into our family as our own, but then being called... Continue Reading →
My last post over five months ago, was written through tears of disappointment because God had used us in a birthmom's life in a way we wouldn't have chosen - being there for her through the struggle of her uncertainty, ready to welcome her baby into our family as our own, but then being called... Continue Reading →
The situation takes me back 9 years ago. I'm standing at the counter mopping up crumbs while I mop up tears too. Wiping up a kitchen mess while I wipe my red, swollen eyes at the same time. The familiar lessons of sovereign bullets and choosing to give thanks in the taking, quickly come to... Continue Reading →
Battle of the Books Because this Museum of Memories isn't just for the wins. It's not about making me look like a rock star mom with above average you name it, so I can manage a certain public opinion of our family. It's about recording for each of you a history of our constant love... Continue Reading →
Horatio Spafford, author of the well-known hymn, "It is Well with My Soul," knew that his life was a portrait of grace. He and his wife Anna, served God faithfully through the big, small, and unexpected events of their lives. When they were blessed with five children, they gave thanks to the Lord and followed... Continue Reading →
So what happens the day after Mother's Day when another hurdle has been jumped but your brave heart has melted and the hurt is still there and your arms are still empty? And not only are your arms empty but maybe that finger on your left hand is too. And it has been for too... Continue Reading →
A Museum of Memories 