Two weeks of silence since she moved to her foster home. I'm grieving a relationship that ended the right way, with her finally getting what we fought for. But nobody warns former foster youth who do this work about this grief: when you pour from your wounds into theirs, letting go makes you bleed. This is about loving kids in care when you've been one, and the heartbreak we carry so they can heal.

"You will desire to control your husband." I've read Genesis 3:16 dozens of times, but this week it hit different. What if our need to manage, fix, and orchestrate our husbands' lives isn't helping at all? What if it's actually part of the curse? Here's what I'm learning about letting go.

National Adoption Awareness Month has always been complicated for me. November rolls around, carrying Thanksgiving on its back, and then December follows with Christmas, and suddenly we’re deep in “family season.” You know what I mean. The time of year when everyone’s posting their matching pajama pictures, their beautifully set tables with three generations gathered around, their traditions that go back decades. The time when families get together and belong to each other in