Women are amazing warriors 
When they were younger, I loved to read to my children. Their eyes and ears prime for curiosity, I understood the preciousness of this brief season and  a cornerstones on which I would build dreams, values, and fond memories. If only the rest of parenting were so easy!  
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a moral foundation, teaching values, and the quiet time was a way to teach values, morals, and the craft of story.  One of my favorite books, I Love You the Purplest told about three little boys in compit in a state of curiosity. One of my favorite books to read to my children was, I Love You the Purplest.  Although purple is my favorite color, it had little to do with standing about all the other great childrens books. I love the book because it put into words what it is to love. , the way the author describe love gave me the words to teach my children that I loved them the same, but different. 
 
 
 
If you have a heart that seeks to find the beauty in others, reaches to love the broken, the hurting, the outcast, and the invisible, you my friend are a courageous warrior.
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As an adoptive mom of two beautiful, but once very broken little girls lost in our foster care system, I know first-hand the struggle and resilience it takes to love and bring restoration to a shattered spirit.
 
 
But life teaches us, even a warrior grows tired, harbors doubt, and lives with fear. If you feel exhausted, ill-equipped, unsupported, desperate or defeated in your journey to love someone who is difficult to love, welcome, my friend.
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As an adoptive mom of two beautiful, but once very broken little girls lost in our foster care system, I know first-hand the struggle and resilience it takes to love and bring restoration to a shattered spirit. In my 17-year service as a CASA (Court Appointed Special Advocate) for abused and neglected children I see them the courageous women who dare to take in a child shattered by life, the teachers, families and friend who come alongside them.
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We live in a 
given me the privilege to fight for change in failing laws and overwhelmed systems, and to be the voice for those who go unheard. My loss of a family 
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I see them everyday in my work as a special advocate for abused and neglected children, the courageous women who dare to take in a child shattered by life. I watch the others too, teachers, advocates, friends
 
couragous women witness anger, actiong out, worthlessness, and fear by fiercely embracing the hurt that lies hiddin in the story of before and
 
ee the others too, women who give of themselves to bring joy, healing and wholeness to others. I see them, and I 
 
 
step in to be the one constant in the life of another, women who  seek to see the beauty caretakers, mothers, and teachers of thechildren with special needs, advocates, teachers, healers, and so many more courageous women who dare to love those hardest to love.  There is an art to their work,
I watch these women witness anger, acting out, worthlessness, and fear, by fiercely embracing the hurt that lies hidden in story of before.  
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The hope already exists within you, as does the new story for your life. You need only to touch it for an instant to know it is real. And you will!

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As you restore your broken vessel through a simplified Kintsugi method, you begin to experience these tangible slivers of hope reshaping your life back to wholeness, you also come to see how your scars are not shameful, but the illumination of your courage, resilience, and strength. 

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When you complete the restoration of your broken pottery, the beauty of its brokenness will be made known in the same way your scars reveal the beauty of your life journey. 

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Your story, is God's story. Brokenness is the beginning.