Baby girl from a foreign land Becomes a McGlothlin by God’s divine hand Bureaucratic nightmare, battles to be fought, They travel far to meet her, returning home distraught Heart heavy, eyes glistening, they awaken to another day Cries to the Father rise, bring her home, do not delay Aseres Grace; soft skin, cherubic face, round Read More
A Runner’s Purpose
April 2010 marked the beginning of my competitive running career. In the last sixteen months, I’ve competed in seventeen races; one 5K obstacle course, ten regular 5K’s, two 4 Milers, two 10K’s and two half marathons. Not only are the races fun and a great workout, but proceeds from the registrations fees go to support Read More
Contemplation
January 2, 2011: It’s the second day of the new year. For many people that means the opportunity to start over again, to succeed where there has been failure, to bring life where there has been death; but because somewhere along the way I became a cynic, to me a new year just means I Read More
Chosen: Marathon for Adoption
Chosen: Marathon for Adoption sponsored by Charis Orphan Care & Adoption takes places October 23, 2010 in New Braunfels, TX. This inaugural run will raise money for adoptive families and orphans around the world. After working in orphanages in both China and Haiti this summer, orphan care has become very dear to my heart. I Read More
Backyard Escapades
Bright sunbeams warm fair skin Melting ice cream dribbles down sticky chins Soft breeze flutters, cooling the day Hop, skip, jump; trio merrily plays London Bridges Falling Down, Red Light Green Light, Tug of War Vigorous energy; no chance to be bored Red Rover, Red Rover, Kick the Can, Simon Says, “Fly like Peter Pan” Read More
Eyes of Light
Arriving at the orphanage the first day, something immediately caught my attention. Though these children are victims of tragic circumstances, hope abounds. The children are bright, energetic and playful; their eyes hold light, not darkness. They run and play, laugh and jump, demand attention and interact comfortably with the team members. Their curly hair, dark Read More
Cries of Her Child
Daughter’s voice rings out, penetrates the night Mommy hurries to her room hoping all is right Drowsily stumbling down the hall Anxious to soothe the heartrending call Sleeping peacefully, tucked in his bed She finds not her daughter, but her son instead Tears well up, tender heart rips Soft muffled sobs escape parted lips Child Read More