This should, for me, actually read 60 plus days of prayer through infertility. As I dive deeper into my walk with God, I am still not the best about meeting with him daily. However, I am finding that the deeper I dig the more love and hope I find in Him.
Lisa Newton from Amateur Nester created this amazing 31 day prayer/study through infertility. During our journey, I have waded through the internet and countless blogs looking for help. I stumbled upon this gem several months ago and decided to purchase and begin the study in May. I figured it would be the perfect month, with my birthday and Mother's Day combined, to dive in. What I did not realize was how busy I would be with school and the end of the year festivities that encompass it.
As I began the study, I noticed that almost every feeling or emotion I have felt in the last 3 years someone else was feeling too. Each day Lisa focused on a different aspect of some of the different ways to strengthen our walk through these difficult times such as: praying for hope, community, comfort, endurance, freedom from jealousy and envy, joy, and so many more. She breaks down each one and goes a little bit deeper by exploring some of her feelings (which always relate to a feeling I have had) and then showing what God's word says.
I do not want to go into too much detail and take away from her amazing and informational resource. She does have a small fee to purchase the study but it is minimal. To be honest I would offer to pay for someone else to read through it so they could read and understand some of what those of us going through infertility feel and face. Out of all the blogs I have read, I always go back to Lisa's. She is a woman after God's own heart. Even if you aren't going through infertility and you know someone who is I invite you to purchase the study so that you might know how to pray for them. Let's face it sometimes we don't know how to help one another but, in my opinion, lifting one another in prayer can always be an excellent place to start and finish. Until next time, always Chasing Hope.
Chasing Hope Choosing Joy
Sunday, June 28, 2015
Wednesday, June 24, 2015
Compassion International
I have always loved being around children. At a young age I remember wanting to hold a baby and the mother cautiously hovering over me to make sure I didn't harm her precious bundle of joy. I always knew that I wanted to be a mom and naturally wanted my career to involve helping children too.
When I was in 6th grade I went to summer camp to a Mission Fuge in Mobile, AL. During our time at camp we had to choose between, at the time, 5 different areas in a mission field which included: carpentry work, children's ministries, and several others. I bet you can guess which one I signed up for that week. Our task for the week was to host a VBS for the area children. It was a simpler form which worked out great. This particular VBS was located in a very poor area of town and if I remember right we had around 30 kids. However, there was this one little girl that I connected with, she was adorable and I carried her everywhere I went. For that week we were inseparable. At that moment though I realized that I wanted to make a difference in the life of a child.
With that always being in the back of my mind as I grew up, I wanted to make a difference not only in my community and nation but around the world. Please don't interpret this as a look at all the good I'm doing because it isn't. It's only through the grace of God that things like this are laid on our hearts and He always works out the details.
In October 2013, I went to a Beth Moore conference in Springfield and it was AMAZING! If you ever get the chance go see this wonderful speaker, sign up immediately. While at the conference they were advertising that Compassion International was in need of more sponsors for their children. This organization has been around a long time and I had seen a lot of different people who had supported a child through Compassion. With it weighing heavy on my heart that weekend, I called Chase to ask him if it was ok to sign up to become sponsors, which he replied yes. I also didn't want to sponsor one child. I mean how could I choose between a boy or girl, so the obvious choice was choose both a boy and girl.
Choosing to sponsor a child has been one of the best decisions of my life, aside from my wedding day. Both of my children live half way around the world, but Compassion has provided me with so much material about their country as well as the child and their family. The cost to sponsor a child is $38 a month and this takes care of food, hygiene, schooling and supplies, and any other needs. It is also an option to send them an extra donation on their birthday or a holiday. The sponsors through Compassion in their country use the money and make a purchase for the child from us.
The biggest blessing has been the letters that we have received twice a year. Our youngest child we sponsor is not able to write yet, he will start school this January. He has an adult from Compassion help him write his letter. However, our girl that we sponsor writes to us and then someone translates it, seeing her handwriting in another language is so beautiful. I love seeing what the children write to us. Compassion provides a template for the children to use and on one side it has the children answer questions about themselves for example: do you have pets, the weather right now is, and many others. It always makes my day to receive these letters. The children always include a drawing, and not that I am partial but they are going to be artists some day. As sponsors we are encouraged to write back to our children, which we take full advantage of writing. We cannot send large items through the mail as customs will open and dismiss a whole stack for a suspicious looking package. However, Compassion has a list of small items we can send such as: stickers, book marks, coloring pages, and a rather large list of items.
The purpose of this post is to bring awareness to a great organization, Compassion International. God has blessed me with so much that I wanted to help someone else out in return. There have been so many times when I have had a bad day and get home and check the mail to find a letter sitting in the mailbox from one of my children. To the right side of this post is a link to Compassions website and it's so quick to become a sponsor I promise it will be one of the biggest blessings of your life. One click and you will fall in love with so many sweet little faces of children who deserve a fighting chance. Until next time always, Chasing Hope.
When I was in 6th grade I went to summer camp to a Mission Fuge in Mobile, AL. During our time at camp we had to choose between, at the time, 5 different areas in a mission field which included: carpentry work, children's ministries, and several others. I bet you can guess which one I signed up for that week. Our task for the week was to host a VBS for the area children. It was a simpler form which worked out great. This particular VBS was located in a very poor area of town and if I remember right we had around 30 kids. However, there was this one little girl that I connected with, she was adorable and I carried her everywhere I went. For that week we were inseparable. At that moment though I realized that I wanted to make a difference in the life of a child.
With that always being in the back of my mind as I grew up, I wanted to make a difference not only in my community and nation but around the world. Please don't interpret this as a look at all the good I'm doing because it isn't. It's only through the grace of God that things like this are laid on our hearts and He always works out the details.
In October 2013, I went to a Beth Moore conference in Springfield and it was AMAZING! If you ever get the chance go see this wonderful speaker, sign up immediately. While at the conference they were advertising that Compassion International was in need of more sponsors for their children. This organization has been around a long time and I had seen a lot of different people who had supported a child through Compassion. With it weighing heavy on my heart that weekend, I called Chase to ask him if it was ok to sign up to become sponsors, which he replied yes. I also didn't want to sponsor one child. I mean how could I choose between a boy or girl, so the obvious choice was choose both a boy and girl.
Choosing to sponsor a child has been one of the best decisions of my life, aside from my wedding day. Both of my children live half way around the world, but Compassion has provided me with so much material about their country as well as the child and their family. The cost to sponsor a child is $38 a month and this takes care of food, hygiene, schooling and supplies, and any other needs. It is also an option to send them an extra donation on their birthday or a holiday. The sponsors through Compassion in their country use the money and make a purchase for the child from us.
The biggest blessing has been the letters that we have received twice a year. Our youngest child we sponsor is not able to write yet, he will start school this January. He has an adult from Compassion help him write his letter. However, our girl that we sponsor writes to us and then someone translates it, seeing her handwriting in another language is so beautiful. I love seeing what the children write to us. Compassion provides a template for the children to use and on one side it has the children answer questions about themselves for example: do you have pets, the weather right now is, and many others. It always makes my day to receive these letters. The children always include a drawing, and not that I am partial but they are going to be artists some day. As sponsors we are encouraged to write back to our children, which we take full advantage of writing. We cannot send large items through the mail as customs will open and dismiss a whole stack for a suspicious looking package. However, Compassion has a list of small items we can send such as: stickers, book marks, coloring pages, and a rather large list of items.
The purpose of this post is to bring awareness to a great organization, Compassion International. God has blessed me with so much that I wanted to help someone else out in return. There have been so many times when I have had a bad day and get home and check the mail to find a letter sitting in the mailbox from one of my children. To the right side of this post is a link to Compassions website and it's so quick to become a sponsor I promise it will be one of the biggest blessings of your life. One click and you will fall in love with so many sweet little faces of children who deserve a fighting chance. Until next time always, Chasing Hope.
So, Tell Us About You
This is such a loaded question. Where do you start? I already find myself a little stressed about this part. When we signed on with Angel Adoption, part of their job is to help us set up a profile for potential birthmothers to view. Let me explain the profile a little bit more for those that haven't the slightest clue of what I'm talking about. Our profile consists of multiple pictures of just Chase and me, our families, our home, Chief, and anything else that we want to include. It also includes brief paragraphs about who we are, what led us to adopt, detailed information about our families, a letter to the birthmother, and really just anything that we would want a birthmother to know about us. This was actually another reason that we wanted to use Angel because they handle piecing the profile together. Upon meeting with a rep several weeks ago she showed us how they would set up our profile. Each profile consists of the same amount of information, but each couple is able to take charge of what they want to share.
With our information now in the trusting hands of Angel's profile guru, we will wait to see how she arranges it. I can't help but feel so excited because we could get a call in 2 months from a birthmother saying she wants to talk, meet, or has chosen us to be her child's parents. Angel will only show our profile to birthmothers whose due dates are a little farther out because we don't have our home study completed yet, but once it is complete they will show it to anyone.
I have never had a problem writing or saying how I feel, obviously from all of my posts. However, this is so different. You want a birthmother to be drawn into your profile and I feel like our wording has to be spot-on. After all this might be what convinces a birthmother to choose us. When we were talking to the Angel Reps, we asked if there was any one thing that birthmothers were looking for when choosing adoptive parents. Her response was that a mother could choose us based off of our pictures, where we live, if one of us likes a movie she does, or if we have a pet or not. With so many different possibilities how do we know what is the right thing to write or say? This again is where our faith has to take over. I know that God already has a baby and birthmother in mind. I just pray that He opens her heart and mind to us and that the words we chose speak to her. Until next time, always Chasing Hope.
With our information now in the trusting hands of Angel's profile guru, we will wait to see how she arranges it. I can't help but feel so excited because we could get a call in 2 months from a birthmother saying she wants to talk, meet, or has chosen us to be her child's parents. Angel will only show our profile to birthmothers whose due dates are a little farther out because we don't have our home study completed yet, but once it is complete they will show it to anyone.
I have never had a problem writing or saying how I feel, obviously from all of my posts. However, this is so different. You want a birthmother to be drawn into your profile and I feel like our wording has to be spot-on. After all this might be what convinces a birthmother to choose us. When we were talking to the Angel Reps, we asked if there was any one thing that birthmothers were looking for when choosing adoptive parents. Her response was that a mother could choose us based off of our pictures, where we live, if one of us likes a movie she does, or if we have a pet or not. With so many different possibilities how do we know what is the right thing to write or say? This again is where our faith has to take over. I know that God already has a baby and birthmother in mind. I just pray that He opens her heart and mind to us and that the words we chose speak to her. Until next time, always Chasing Hope.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
Infertility and the body
This post to some might sound like an excuse and that's fine, but unless you have gone through any form of infertility you really might not understand exactly what I am talking about. Within the last 3 years of trying to start our family I have gained weight. Actually, since we got married I have gained weight, but I have heard that is normal. After all the "good" wife makes her man dinner and a sweet dessert right? That's just what I did, but this goes deeper than dieting or exercise.
During each month of trying to conceive there are different cycles that I would go through in my mind. The first one starts on cycle day 1, depression, but also a hope for this cycle. I realize that I need to be more active and maybe that will increase our chances. So, I hop on my elliptical (or eucalyptus as my mom calls it) and workout. This faze never lasts long because it's at the beginning of my cycle, within the last year, my periods have been very intense with heavy bleeding and horrible cramps. Once it's over, there is a short window of time that I feel lead to work out again but then ovulation day comes. I have heard that you should take it easy when you become pregnant for the first trimester to avoid a miscarriage. In my brain that means lay around, eat chocolate, and pray that the baby is getting comfortable. I know, not the best plan, but when you've prayed for so long for something you will try even the silliest things in hopes that it will work.
Thus, the inevitable cycle just keeps repeating itself. I will say that for that small period of time that I was pregnant I did walk a little and did lose weight mostly due to not feeling well (I wouldn't dare call it morning sickness because I was never sick, I just didn't feel at the top of my game). After the miscarriage I became a little depressed. I think a little part of me wanted to see a growing belly so I ate to compensate for my lack of bump, but it just wasn't the same. I knew I wasn't were I should be and part of me wanted to do something, but the other part said why when you do that when you could sit around and do nothing.
The turning point has been our recent adoption acceptance with Angel. I finally feel like something good is going to happen for our family. Even during my short pregnancy there was always the lingering fear of losing my Peanut and sure enough I did. However, this feels right.
While we begin the adoption process, I have had to collect as many pictures as I can of Chase and I, our families, friends, our house, our stinky puppy Chief, and anything else that represents who we are. I began to notice a common theme within the last year, my waist line has grown and I hate how I look in these pictures that we are about to send to potential birthmothers. While we wait and pray for a birthmother to choose us, I will work out and try my best to eat right because for those of you that know me I am probably the pickiest eater on the planet. When I meet our birthmother in person, I want her to think that I look different from my pictures. I will be different; I will not only be mentally and spiritually strong but physically strong too.
I have always wanted to be one of those active and fit moms, but, in all honesty, I hate to sweat. It's disgusting and in your best Jimmy Fallon voice, "It's just EWW!" However, with age comes knowledge in life; if you want something so much you have to sweat and do the leg work to get there. Only then can you look back at all the blood, sweat, and tears and truly say I did it. I did it for no one else except myself. Until next time, always Chasing Hope and not running out of breath.
During each month of trying to conceive there are different cycles that I would go through in my mind. The first one starts on cycle day 1, depression, but also a hope for this cycle. I realize that I need to be more active and maybe that will increase our chances. So, I hop on my elliptical (or eucalyptus as my mom calls it) and workout. This faze never lasts long because it's at the beginning of my cycle, within the last year, my periods have been very intense with heavy bleeding and horrible cramps. Once it's over, there is a short window of time that I feel lead to work out again but then ovulation day comes. I have heard that you should take it easy when you become pregnant for the first trimester to avoid a miscarriage. In my brain that means lay around, eat chocolate, and pray that the baby is getting comfortable. I know, not the best plan, but when you've prayed for so long for something you will try even the silliest things in hopes that it will work.
Thus, the inevitable cycle just keeps repeating itself. I will say that for that small period of time that I was pregnant I did walk a little and did lose weight mostly due to not feeling well (I wouldn't dare call it morning sickness because I was never sick, I just didn't feel at the top of my game). After the miscarriage I became a little depressed. I think a little part of me wanted to see a growing belly so I ate to compensate for my lack of bump, but it just wasn't the same. I knew I wasn't were I should be and part of me wanted to do something, but the other part said why when you do that when you could sit around and do nothing.
The turning point has been our recent adoption acceptance with Angel. I finally feel like something good is going to happen for our family. Even during my short pregnancy there was always the lingering fear of losing my Peanut and sure enough I did. However, this feels right.
While we begin the adoption process, I have had to collect as many pictures as I can of Chase and I, our families, friends, our house, our stinky puppy Chief, and anything else that represents who we are. I began to notice a common theme within the last year, my waist line has grown and I hate how I look in these pictures that we are about to send to potential birthmothers. While we wait and pray for a birthmother to choose us, I will work out and try my best to eat right because for those of you that know me I am probably the pickiest eater on the planet. When I meet our birthmother in person, I want her to think that I look different from my pictures. I will be different; I will not only be mentally and spiritually strong but physically strong too.
I have always wanted to be one of those active and fit moms, but, in all honesty, I hate to sweat. It's disgusting and in your best Jimmy Fallon voice, "It's just EWW!" However, with age comes knowledge in life; if you want something so much you have to sweat and do the leg work to get there. Only then can you look back at all the blood, sweat, and tears and truly say I did it. I did it for no one else except myself. Until next time, always Chasing Hope and not running out of breath.
Saturday, June 6, 2015
My Worst Day Re-lived
The day that we found out our Peanut wasn't with us anymore will always be engrained in my brain until I go meet my Savior. There are certain vivid memories that I can recall at this very moment such as: what I was wearing (it now sits in the rummage sale pile), the doctors tone of voice, the numbness I felt after hearing those words, and the song I kept singing over and over in my head on the way home.
Follow me for a minute. At our little Christian school we have a chapel service every Friday. When you walk in the school on Friday morning you can feel the positive energy of everyone before chapel even starts. We have an amazing Kindergarten teacher who sings and plays piano like an angel. The music we sing ranges from lively children's songs to more adult contemporary Christian songs like "We Believe" by the Newsboys.
I love singing both types of songs. However, the song that I sang the day we learned about our Peanut wasn't some deep profound song but a child's song. The song title was "My God is So Big" and it was only the chorus that I could sing or really remember, it goes like this: My "God is so big so strong and so mighty, there's nothing my God cannot do". At that moment I needed my big God to wrap His arms around His child and constantly remind her of His love in the midst of the worst moment of her life. In addition to singing that song, I had terrible thoughts about not wanting to go on any longer. How on earth could I continue when my baby was taken away from me?
It wasn't until today when I was reading The Sweet Side of Suffering by M. Esther Lovejoy (more on this amazing book later) that I realized we all need to be reminded of the simpler things that God shows us. In one of the sections she is talking about how we need to still be reminded that God sees the big picture and that our minds can't wrap around what He has up His sleeve. She says that people always talk about all they ever needed to know they learned in Kindergarten. However, she wants to write a book entitled all I ever needed to know I learned in beginner church. The simple things like "Jesus Loves Me", and sharing are what we teach children in Sunday school. What an amazing reminder for some of our suffering that we need to look back at those simple things.
I knew that cold January day our lives were changed forever. What I didn't know was that I would learn about so many other miscarriages from friends and loved ones. I had no clue the doors would be pushed wide open for us to adopt our first little angel. He knows best. My God is so big so strong and so mighty, and there's NOTHING my God cannot do. Until next time, always Chasing Hope.
Follow me for a minute. At our little Christian school we have a chapel service every Friday. When you walk in the school on Friday morning you can feel the positive energy of everyone before chapel even starts. We have an amazing Kindergarten teacher who sings and plays piano like an angel. The music we sing ranges from lively children's songs to more adult contemporary Christian songs like "We Believe" by the Newsboys.
I love singing both types of songs. However, the song that I sang the day we learned about our Peanut wasn't some deep profound song but a child's song. The song title was "My God is So Big" and it was only the chorus that I could sing or really remember, it goes like this: My "God is so big so strong and so mighty, there's nothing my God cannot do". At that moment I needed my big God to wrap His arms around His child and constantly remind her of His love in the midst of the worst moment of her life. In addition to singing that song, I had terrible thoughts about not wanting to go on any longer. How on earth could I continue when my baby was taken away from me?
It wasn't until today when I was reading The Sweet Side of Suffering by M. Esther Lovejoy (more on this amazing book later) that I realized we all need to be reminded of the simpler things that God shows us. In one of the sections she is talking about how we need to still be reminded that God sees the big picture and that our minds can't wrap around what He has up His sleeve. She says that people always talk about all they ever needed to know they learned in Kindergarten. However, she wants to write a book entitled all I ever needed to know I learned in beginner church. The simple things like "Jesus Loves Me", and sharing are what we teach children in Sunday school. What an amazing reminder for some of our suffering that we need to look back at those simple things.
I knew that cold January day our lives were changed forever. What I didn't know was that I would learn about so many other miscarriages from friends and loved ones. I had no clue the doors would be pushed wide open for us to adopt our first little angel. He knows best. My God is so big so strong and so mighty, and there's NOTHING my God cannot do. Until next time, always Chasing Hope.
Monday, June 1, 2015
We Were ACCEPTED!!!!
I can't believe I'm actually writing this post. In just 2 short weeks our would as we have known it has been flipped turned upside down (to quote the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air). You see several weeks ago we announced that we were picking up where we left off last fall with our adoption. We began reviewing agencies again and upon searching found a place in Chicago called Angel Adoption, an adoption marketing company. Right away I loved what I read. The founders were adoptive mothers and had been through the process several times and wanted to help others adopt too. So with high hopes I sent them an email requesting more information.
The next day I received a call from one of their representatives wanting to talk. As much as I hated, I had to end the call because I was in the middle of an 8th grade trip with 7 teenagers. However, upon turning home I found a rather large but information packet in our mailbox from Angel. They had included multiple references from past clients, a letter from the owners, contracts, many other statistics about their company, and, of course, their pricing guide. Once sticker shock had worn off, we really began talking about going sign up with Angel. Everything I read I loved. We talked most of the night about how on earth we would afford them when Chase came to realize that we had the initial fee cost sitting in our bank account at this very moment.
Now let me explain, we are not rich people. We save, budget, and try to use our heads when making financial decisions. In fact, we were saving up for a newer vehicle. The icing on the cake was that we had just sold our boat which we had been trying to sell for over a year. When I mean just sold I mean the week that the representative called; someone called about the boat, went for a test drive, put in an offer, and hauled it off by that Friday. By selling our boat this put us at almost the exact amount (with a little to spare) that we needed to cover the sign on fee. I don't believe in coincidences; I believe in God. With each step we took throughout these past 2 weeks I've felt like God had been opening that door wider and wider.
With the knowledge that we could cover the sign on fee, we set up a meeting with Angel to get just a little more information about the services they provide and answer any of our questions. Angel Adoption is known nation wide and they receive over 200 application a month only choosing 6 couples a month to work with them. Yes, you read that right, in one month they receive over 200 applicants of couples wanting them to assist in their adoption. This little statistic made me extremely nervous. What if they didn't choose us? What would we do then?
On May 28, we borrowed my moms van and headed to the state of Chicago. The weather was perfect and by a miracle we made it to Angel on time even in Chicago traffic. The staff were wonderful and the facility small, but neatly decorated. I knew that the more I learned about this company the more I wanted them to help us find our Angel. After an hour meeting, we said our thank you's and good byes and headed back home. Before completely leaving we were told that someone would contact us via email on Monday June 1 with an answer either yes we want you or no not right now.
I had been trying so hard not to think about that email all weekend. I just had this feeling deep down that out of all those applicants there really wasn't anyway that we would be picked so soon. But, as always I should have never underestimated my big God. After checking and rechecking my email all day, I finally had something from Angel at 2:00 and we were accepted. Through tears in my eyes I called Chase to tell him the great news. At first he thought we were denied since I was crying (I never cry) but he soon realized that we had been picked.
So what's next? Well, this week we need to sign our 2 year contract and send them a check to cover that sign on fee. After that we begin our home study and building our profile through Angel. I am beyond excited to start this phase. I have felt like I've been in a Disney movie, specifically Frozen. You know the song (if you have kids) about the doors.? I've felt like so many doors have been closed for so long and it's finally our time for an open one. It's not going to be easy but in the end it will be so worth it. Until next time, ALWAYS Chasing Hope.
The next day I received a call from one of their representatives wanting to talk. As much as I hated, I had to end the call because I was in the middle of an 8th grade trip with 7 teenagers. However, upon turning home I found a rather large but information packet in our mailbox from Angel. They had included multiple references from past clients, a letter from the owners, contracts, many other statistics about their company, and, of course, their pricing guide. Once sticker shock had worn off, we really began talking about going sign up with Angel. Everything I read I loved. We talked most of the night about how on earth we would afford them when Chase came to realize that we had the initial fee cost sitting in our bank account at this very moment.
Now let me explain, we are not rich people. We save, budget, and try to use our heads when making financial decisions. In fact, we were saving up for a newer vehicle. The icing on the cake was that we had just sold our boat which we had been trying to sell for over a year. When I mean just sold I mean the week that the representative called; someone called about the boat, went for a test drive, put in an offer, and hauled it off by that Friday. By selling our boat this put us at almost the exact amount (with a little to spare) that we needed to cover the sign on fee. I don't believe in coincidences; I believe in God. With each step we took throughout these past 2 weeks I've felt like God had been opening that door wider and wider.
With the knowledge that we could cover the sign on fee, we set up a meeting with Angel to get just a little more information about the services they provide and answer any of our questions. Angel Adoption is known nation wide and they receive over 200 application a month only choosing 6 couples a month to work with them. Yes, you read that right, in one month they receive over 200 applicants of couples wanting them to assist in their adoption. This little statistic made me extremely nervous. What if they didn't choose us? What would we do then?
On May 28, we borrowed my moms van and headed to the state of Chicago. The weather was perfect and by a miracle we made it to Angel on time even in Chicago traffic. The staff were wonderful and the facility small, but neatly decorated. I knew that the more I learned about this company the more I wanted them to help us find our Angel. After an hour meeting, we said our thank you's and good byes and headed back home. Before completely leaving we were told that someone would contact us via email on Monday June 1 with an answer either yes we want you or no not right now.
I had been trying so hard not to think about that email all weekend. I just had this feeling deep down that out of all those applicants there really wasn't anyway that we would be picked so soon. But, as always I should have never underestimated my big God. After checking and rechecking my email all day, I finally had something from Angel at 2:00 and we were accepted. Through tears in my eyes I called Chase to tell him the great news. At first he thought we were denied since I was crying (I never cry) but he soon realized that we had been picked.
So what's next? Well, this week we need to sign our 2 year contract and send them a check to cover that sign on fee. After that we begin our home study and building our profile through Angel. I am beyond excited to start this phase. I have felt like I've been in a Disney movie, specifically Frozen. You know the song (if you have kids) about the doors.? I've felt like so many doors have been closed for so long and it's finally our time for an open one. It's not going to be easy but in the end it will be so worth it. Until next time, ALWAYS Chasing Hope.
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