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Day 1 – Perfect Timing

I can’t stop sharing this great news. See below an exciting update on our first-ever National Adoption Month campaign at Heroic Media. This is just the beginning of our national tv campaign on Oxygen. Please continue to pray with us for the women who will be reached by this message!

Praise God!

From http://www.heroicmedia.org/blog:

Perfect Timing – Adoption Campaign Update


Yesterday was the first day of our National Adoption Month television campaign; but for one woman and her child, it was the only day that mattered.

We are thrilled to be partnering with Bethany Christian Services to air “The Adoption Option” nationwide during National Adoption Month. The new ad premiered just yesterday on the Oxygen television network and we’ve already heard about at least 30 phone contacts to Bethany in response to this inspiring message!

Here’s an example of just one of the women who was helped by this commercial, let’s call her “Claire”:

Claire is pregnant and due to deliver a baby tomorrow. She had been planning on delivering her baby and leaving him/her at the hospital after learning that this was an acceptable procedure in Florida. She saw a Heroic Media ad on Oxygen and decided to call for help. Now she is in touch with the nearby office of Bethany Christian Services where she can connect with a counselor and learn more about placing her baby with a loving family through adoption.

 P.S. – We also just heard about an additional 13 live web chats that came about in response to this great message!

You can be a part of this campaign – donate today at www.heroicmedia.org/donate/adoption



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A few weeks ago in church, I had to resist a pretty strong urge to stand up and shout, “Hallelujah” at multiple points during the sermon. The introduction alone had me pretty much teetering between exclaiming “amen” and crying my eyes out.

I really, really recommend you take the time to listen to this sermon. Even just the first 5.5 minutes will give you a bite-sized picture of the huge and hearty gospel that gives us hope.

Here’s what got me.

The Pastor, Tim, shared a story from the book The Pastor: A Memoir by Eugene Peterson about his mother’s beloved older brother, a charming milk man at the turn of the century, who turned out to be an abusive, unfaithful husband who was killed by his wife (in self-defense on her part). The story begged the question of how we reconcile our most endearing, kind selves with our most overtly depraved actions. Here’s what Peterson said about it:

“…If the life of David, that comprised prayer and adultery and murder could be written and told as a gospel story, then no one in my congregation would be written off. For me, my congregation would become a work-in-progress — a novel in which everyone and everything is connected in a salvation story in which Jesus has the last word.”

Tim went on to remind us that “…the incongruousness of your life….can be accounted for by the gospel.  Your life … can be read as a gospel story in which the gracious and sovereign God is effusively loving toward you. And He is at work to rescue and to redeem the most unlikely of people in the most difficult of circumstances.”

Say it with me now — “Hallelujah!”

Listen Now! Sermons (The Lord Of The Plagues – Tim Frickenschmidt) | All Saints Austin.

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Frequently Asked Questions – Adoption edition (part 2 of 3)

So here are my answers to the standard adoption questions I get:

  • how old were you when you were adopted? Everything was arranged before I was actually born, and my parents brought me home when I was just 5 days old.
  •  is your brother adopted?  No, my brother is my parents’ biological child. The adoption agency my parents used had a cool policy that if a sibling was old enough, he could go back with the caseworker and actually carry the child out to the parents.  So my brother, Jeremy, who was six years old when I was born, got to carry  me out and give me to my parents the day they brought me home. Now, I have to tell you that I did not look exactly like a gerber baby at that point.  I had been delivered with forceps, like big tongs that pull you out by your head.  The forceps actually left a slight indentation on one side of my face and temporarily pinched a nerve, which made my mouth hang down on one side so I had a crooked smile.  I also had spiky dark hair…go figure.  But when my brother carried me out in his six year old arms, he presented me to my parents and said, “Isn’t she pretty? Doesn’t she look just like me?!”
  • who named you?  My parents…my [adoptive] parents.
  • do you know your biological parents?  No, but I know the general circumstances of their lives – they were young and unmarried.  When I was adopted 29 years ago, the majority of adoptions were closed adoptions, so the adoptive parents were told very little about the biological parents.
  • do you want to know them?  I’ve not sought out my biological parents and i don’t have plans to, but if I were to meet them, I’d have nothing but gratitude to express to them for their courage and selflessness in giving me a chance to have the life I’ve had.  My mom tells me that when I was about 5 years old, I went through a short time of asking a lot of questions and she would tell me as much as she knew.  She says I told her that my biological mother was probably at the mall or at a party and we should go find her there.
  • when did you find out you were adopted?  I don’t remember a time when I didn’t know, it seemed to me to be totally normal and frankly, ideal, to have been so sought after by my parents.  I used to tease my brother that I was clearly the favorite because I was the expensive child…

I’ll share some reflections on my whole adoption experience next time.


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my life (as of late) in pictures.

So I have had a crazy couple of weeks.  And the crazy is likely to continue throughout my “birthmonth”. I’ll try to give you a visual representation of my life this July, so far, and to come.

Last weekend was one of the fullest I have ever had, with the trip to Corpus Christi and back just in time to go to a wedding back in Austin and topped off with a Sunday with Nate.  I got to spend the whole day with Nate, get him up and dressed, take him to church and drop him off in the nursery…and pridefully pick him up at the nursery so everyone could see that he was MY cute nephew.

MY cute nephew, Nate.

Then…a work week with lots to do, not least of which was plan my patriotic attire which did land me a prize at our BBB Ice Cream Social.

Festive cake, ice cream, and me...Miss America

I spent 4th of July weekend all around central Texas and got to take in fireworks downtown Austin,


From there, (yes, that night) I drove to New Braunfels to spend the night in the coziest home I know with my bestie, Molly.  This proved to be a super special treat because she is getting married on Sunday and I got to take part in some pretty lifelong memory-making type activities while I was there. We made stops throughout Gruene and New Braunfels.

how I love thee

I ate at the Red Rooster in New Braunfels with my “oldest” friend Katy who I’ve known since the second grade!  (tempted to write “boo-yah” here, although I’m not sure who it’s directed at.)

Wonderful Catch-up Breakfast at the Red Rooster with Katy

And now I’m back in Austin, working and getting very excited about a fun wedding weekend coming up.  So tonight, I had to do some housework, unpacking, kind of pre-packing, and..laundry!

my Tuesday night

Tomorrow is full of promise – Pizza with Nate… this will be good.

I’ll keep you posted.

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This evening I made the drive from Austin to Corpus Christi.  It began in wretched-4:30pm-on-Friday-afternoon Austin traffic and I was not so sure I was in the mood for a solo road trip.  Things started looking up when I was scanning the radio and became inordinately excited about Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow singing “Picture” (I don’t know why I felt a sudden attachment to that song).

Anyway, things kept looking up as I made it through and beyond the Austin-San Marcos-New Braunfels traffic and it began to really feel like Summer.  I drove through a bright, sunny, dense rain shower that required a solid level 3 windshield wiper speed and I could smell the rain.  I am not poetic and I think until today I thought people were making that up.  It’s real.  Rain smells great.

I talked to my mom on the phone at one point and I found myself saying “This is a beautiful drive!  It’s really beautiful!”.  I sounded just like my dad, and I loved it. Then I proceeded to ask her if she agreed with my personal beef with the theological implications of something I read today…and I sounded just like my mom, and I loved it.

I’m confident – and hopeful – that I’m growing up to be like my parents in more ways than these.

A little later on, I checked into my hotel and then went out to get something to eat and ended up at Sonic.  Another point in the mom-isms category.  🙂


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Have a listen…

So I think we can all agree that the most intriguing/disturbing/addicting aspect of watching “The Bachelorette”,  is the way we can actually feel the awkwardness… I often find myself flailing my arms around and saying “no! NO! no! no-No!” at whatever absurdity is taking place onscreen.  Maybe it’s empathy?

Anyway, as you may remember, I also like to listen to “This American Life” from Chicago Public Radio (thanks to my friend Brad for the recommendation so many years ago.)

I want to share some stories that have similarly drawn me in to feeling a number of emotions that often seem absurd or out of place but yet so right.  Let me show you what I mean..

1. “This American Life” – topic – Before it had a name:

“There’s the time when you know something is happening, but you’re not sure exactly what. The illness before it’s diagnosed. The era, before it’s been given a title.And something changes when the name is given. Stories of that transformation … between what it is now, and what it was before it had a name.

In 1946, a man named David Boder started to investigate the Holocaust before it was known as the Holocaust. He dragged a primitive recording device around Europe and gathered the first recorded testimonials of concentration camp survivors. But his research was largely ignored, and his recordings forgotten for decades. The tapes are broadcast for the first time nationally on tonight’s show. Carl Marziali tells the story. (22 minutes). Listen to Boder’s recordings, or read transcripts, at their official home on the web.

Listen here:  http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/197/Before-It-Had-A-Name?bypass=true

2. Episode 364 of TAL: “Going Big” –  Stories about people who take grand, sweeping approaches to solving problems of all sorts.”

Listen to the intro and act 1 of “Going Big” about Harlem Children’s Zone….amazing.  tears.  happy tears.

Listen here: http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/364/Going-Big

3. “This American Life” topic: A little bit of knowledge

Such a good one here.  I  re-tell this one all the time.  it’s funny.  I especially like the part about the “Xing”.

Listen here: http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/293/A-Little-Bit-of-Knowledge?bypass=true

4. “Unconditional Love” TAL“Stories of unconditional love between parents and children, and how hard love can be sometimes in daily practice.”

Listen here: http://www.thisamericanlife.org/radio-archives/episode/317/Unconditional-Love

If you listen to this episode of “TAL” entitled “Unconditional Love”, you WILL cry, for many and varied reasons.  It is heartbreaking and heart healing and just rich.  It’s a little exhausting but it’s amazing.

Now, these are largely tear-jerkers but I promise to build the list to include absurdity and awkwardness-inducing stories as well.  Trust me.

Listen. Laugh. Cry. Enjoy. Report Back to me.

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