Hi I'm Heather
Hi I'm Heather

Come stroll the trails with me on our 44 acre Midwest horse farm where I seek God in the ordinary and always find Him--the Extraordinary--wooing, teaching, wowing me with Himself. Thanks for visiting. I hope you will be blessed!

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Insides and Outsides

My mother always told me not to judge a book by its cover.  Often pretty outsides cover not-so-pretty insides and vice versa.  Like this book here I found on the top shelf of our loft library . . . From the outside, it looks like a beat up dictionary or something, not inviting.  But I […]

Home: A Pigeon Peace

So I’m in the home stretch, stretching for home.  Since I was sixteen, I’ve been told I should write a book by many people in many places.  Not that I’ve finished, but I’ve begun—what I don’t know—and I’m about to complete my first goal given by my soon-to-be-mentor for a week in Alaska.  I can […]

A Stone’s Throw

She sat crying softly, forehead scrunched in pain.  Her pain was of one being stoned without stones.  Defensive words cast and accusing words tore her soul doing damage far beyond what sharp rock edges can do to flesh.  Soul wounds are invisible wounds but they bleed and they don’t heal without help.  Help is what […]

A Perfect Prayer

O Lord, my God, our God, I am overcome.  I rise this morning overcome with your beauty, your majesty, your absolute perfection.  All these years I have tried to overcome my perfectionism and suddenly, instantly, I am embracing.  Because you have caused me to realize that my longing for perfect is really my longing for […]

Royalty

When I reminisce on our adoption story I have written so far, I am concerned about where the story ended because it seems bleak as I reread.  Starting with elation, going through tribulation, experiencing triumph, falling into depression—these were real and strong emotional experiences in my life.  As a passionate person, I don’t experience much […]

A New Day, A New Heart

I’m thankful for the truth—God’s promise in His word . . . Because of the LORD’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.  Lamentations 3:22-23 Sometimes life pounds us straight into the ground where at every turn there is challenge.  I can […]

Journey of Faith, Final

Todd’s brother met us at Chicago International Airport and drove us to his home where we had kept our car for the duration of our trip to Russia.  Strapping our new children into car seats with safety belts was uneventful for Anna but traumatizing for Zachary.  For some reason we never discovered, Zach was terrified […]

Journey of Faith, Part 4

Eight hours later, our train pulled into the Moscow station and our driver was there to meet us.  First stop—the airport where we pleaded our case and asked for grace in order to rebook our missed flights.  The woman at the ticket counter was so touched by our story of adoption that she issued us […]

Life Interrupted

Today, I am interrupting my series, Journey of Faith, to write real about yesterday and the grappling we all must do . . . I sat in a pew on an exquisite summer day watching friends and family come down the aisle.  It’s hard to know whether to smile or cry when you see people […]

Journey of Faith, Part 3

We were driven from Lomonosov, on the outskirts of St. Petersburg along the Bay of Finland, to our rented apartment which our Russian aid, Ilya, excitedly told us was on one of the more upscale streets in the heart of St. Petersburg.  Indeed, the outside looked beautiful.  But once we entered the building’s foyer, we […]

Journey of Faith, Part 2

On our way out, we toured the rest of the orphanage.  The first room we passed was lined with cribs and toddlers standing, swaying back and forth to self-soothe because there were not enough arms to hold and rock a child’s basic need for touch.  My heart hurt. And then we came to a playroom, […]

Journey of Faith

They stood at the entrance to the room where floor was covered in a red-toned, worn, Oriental rug and light through windows was filtered by white sheer fabric sprinkled with red roses.  She held the hand of the orphanage director and he held the hand of his caregiver.  And they looked straight at us, sitting […]