The North and the South. Part 2.

We currently live in the deep, deeeeeeeeeeep south, a stark contrast from the where I spent the first 21 years of my life.

New Jersey.

Arguably, the most stereotyped state in the nation.

No, the area surrounding the Newark Airport is not what the rest of the state looks like. 

Yes, we have the Jersey Shore.  Named for it's sandy beaches and boardwalks looooooonnnnnggggg before the tv show. 

No, Snooki was not born in or ever a permanent resident of the state. 

Yes, some members of the state frequent the tanning bed a little too much.  

No, every person in the state does not live directly off an exit of I-95. 

Yes, these are frequently asked questions when people find out I'm from NJ. 

But to be fair, before I moved South, I pictured the majority of Southerners to look like this:

Because, let's be honest....this is seemingly the guy that always gets interviewed on the nightly news. 

Since I have spent a good amount of time living on both sides of the Mason-Dixon line, I feel I have a right to make fun of both.

A year ago, I wrote my first post about the cultural differences in the North and South check it out here. 

The North and the South: Part 2  

Common phrases:
North: 
1. "Yous" 
Pronounced "Youzzzz." Commonly heard in the Philadelphia and South Jersey area.  Not taught in school, but somehow learned by many.

Example:  "What can I get yous to drink?" 

Dear NJ,  
This is why people make fun of our state.                                                  Love, Me.  

   
2. "Not for Nothing" 
Commonly heard in North Jersey and New York State.  Usually precedes a statement in which the person is expressing annoyance or anger. 

Example: "Not for nothing, but I told him that if he didn't call me back, we were breaking up and he was dead to me." 

Not for nothing, my northern friends, but I'm pretty sure this phrase has zero meaning.

South: 
1. "Y'all" 
You + All = Y'all.  Still grammatically incorrect, but sounds a whole lot better than Yous.   

Dear Southern States, 
We may have won the war, but yous win this battle. 
                                             Love,
                                             The North.


2. "Bless her/his/their heart."  
Frequently used.  99% of the time by Southern women. Can be  authentically spoken to express concern.  

Example: "That sweet baby is sick again.  Bless his heart."

More often used as a get out of jail free card when saying something ugly.  

Example: "Have you seen the Smith's new baby girl? Bless her heart, it looks like she's got her no-good daddy's face."  


Christmas Morning:
I just recently stumbled upon this information and had to share it, because really, I'm heartbroken for Southern children...  it appears that Santa does not plan ahead on ordering enough wrapping paper each year. Right at about the Mason-Dixon line, he runs out. 

North:  Gifts from Santa are wrapped and waiting under the tree for each child. 

South:  Gifts from Santa are UNwrapped and displayed by the tree.  

What????????

I guess that means kids in the South never play the, "let me shake the box to try and figure out what's inside game." 

Bless their hearts. 


Delicacies:  
And by "delicacies," I mean food that is extremely questionable and I will not eat unless I am a contestant on the Amazing Race. 

North:  Scrapple.  Consists of numerous parts of a pig, basically whatever is left over after the good parts are used.  Grayish in color, usually found in a shape of a rectangle.  Fried and eaten for breakfast.

South:  Congealed Jello Mold.
Jello is the key ingredient. Then it's fair game for whatever else you want to throw in.  Carrot slices, melons, berries, pretzels.  Just empty out the fridge, mix it up, mold it into a pretty wreath, circle, or square... and Voila!  Can be found at any baby shower, holiday meal, or your grandmother's house in Mississippi, Alabama, Louisiana, or Georgia.

 

Driving:
North:  When cut off in traffic, people aren't driving fast enough, or you're having a bad day, honking is expected.  Throwing up a middle finger is optional, but often used. Driving as fast as possible is encouraged. Tailgating is acceptable. Must know how to navigate through a traffic circle. 

South:  Honking is only used when saying hello to your neighbor.  When cutting off someone in traffic, waving and mouthing, "I'm sorry," is acceptable.  Tailgating is only for football games.  Navigating through four-way stop signs is apparently not taught in drivers education. 



Weather:  
North: Growing up in NJ, it usually took 2-3 feet of snow to get a day off from school.   

South: While teaching elementary school in GA, it took the chance of 2-3 inches of snow to cancel school.  

And here's what it took to get school canceled in Montgomery, AL back in January, 2011. 

You many have a hard time seeing the icicles hanging from the roof.  A really big ice storm hit.  School for that Monday was actually canceled on SATURDAY!  

The third-grader in me still gets really bitter about this. 



That's all for this round of The North and The South.  

Have anything else to add? 

A Very Important Vote

This past weekend, I hung out with about 800 other people at the Together for Adoption Conference. 

It was good, good stuff. 

I went to practical seminars about fostering and transracial adoption and heard great ideas about how to expand our vision for our ONEfamily orphan care ministry at church. 

What was the most fun, however, was connecting with some of the families I've "met" through the blog world.  

Since starting the blog in December of 2010, I've connected to families from across the world who are fostering or adopting or who just read the blog.  

Most of them I've never met in person, yet, we've exchanged emails and facebooked with one another. We've followed each others journeys and rejoiced with each other and hurt for one another in this crazy ride of adoption/foster care. 

This past weekend, blog world collided with the real world when I met a few of my blog friends in person for the first time.  

Though still slightly awkward upon the initial meeting,  it went a lot smoother than the bazillion blind dates I went on in my 20's.

I think this new friendship deserves a special kind of name. 

Let's take a vote. 

Blog+Friend=

Bliends? 

Blonds? 

Frogs? 

Bronds? 

Blends? 

Other suggestions? 

Let's come to a consensus on this and then take it worldwide.  



**Be on the lookout for another installment on the differences in The North and The South.  I wrote my first post about it here.  

I'm currently doing research for the next installment.  Stay tuned! 

FAQs

Thanks for all of your sweet comments, calls, messages, and fb posts about our referral!  It's been a roller coaster ride so far, but many have walked alongside us since the beginning, and for that we are so grateful.

It isn't over yet, but we are excited that there is hopefully an end in sight very soon!

We get asked a lot about our adoption journey, so I thought I'd answer some of the most popular things people want to know.


1. Why are you adopting?
Because there are millions of children without families. 115,000 adoptable kids in the United States.  17 million in the world without a mother and father. Another 100+ that have lost one parent. 

We are adopting because we have the room in our home to make that number one less.  Or maybe two less. Or three?  Who knows????
   
We are adopting because we have seen the redemption that comes from adoption.  Wherever there is adoption, there is loss. That cannot be denied.  But there is also hope and love and healing.  

It's amazing to us to reflect on the people that God placed in our lives BEFORE Brian and and I ever met each other.  God was weaving adoption into our story long before we ever realized it.   

My brother-in-law and his three siblings were adopted from South Korea in the 70's.
Brian's cousin was adopted domestically.
Brian's bible study leader in college adopted domestically.
Brian's mentor in seminary adopted internationally.
The three women who mentored me and impacted me the most in Atlanta were all adoptive moms.

It seems like God knew what he was doing.  :)


2. Why are you adopting from the DRC?  We researched many different countries, narrowed it to Africa, researched more, and were drawn to the Congo.  The country and it's people stole our hearts.   I blogged about it here.

3.  Why did you leave the second agency, Lifeline?  It came down to a matter of what was best for our family.  Lifeline is an excellent agency- very ethical and reputable, and we would recommend other families to them.  

The fact that in the middle of the adoption process we added a foster child had changed our perspective on what the age we requested for our adopted child.  Because of the uncertainty of the future of our foster child, we felt it was wisest to bring home a child from the DRC that would be younger than him.  

Bringing home a toddler from the DRC would a bring the possibility of much confusion for them in terms of permanency if they had to watch our foster child transition out of our home.   
There were no easy solutions and we have no idea on what the future holds for our foster kiddo. He could be with us for another month, year, or a lifetime.  Based on what we know know and what we hope for the future,  we wanted to make the wisest decision possible for our boys.  

4.  So what exactly are you doing now?   We are contracted with DRC Adoption Services.  Our facilitator is EXTREMELY knowledgable about adoption in the DRC and is well-respected in the adoption community.  We are very excited to be working with them.  Many of the families from our first agency are now working with her as well.

5.  Why the name, Tyson Henry?   We were throwing around a couple of names, and just liked the way Tyson Word sounded.   Henry is for Brian's maternal grandfather.  He was a man that passed away before I was able to meet him, but who I have learned about through Brian's stories and memories.  He was such an important man in my husband's life that we wanted Tyson to have his name.

6.  Why can't we show pictures of either of our boys on the blog?  Well, we would LOVE to- because man, they are the cutest babies on the planet.  Seriously.  But...with J-man as a foster baby, he is not in our custody,  he is in the custody of the state.  So therefore, we can't show his face because he is not legally ours.  We have not yet passed court in the DRC, so Tyson is not legally our son.  That means, no pictures.  

But seriously.   Two. Cutest. Babies. In. The. World. 


Have any more questions?  Would love to answer them! 

One MORE Word, One LESS Orphan!

We began our journey of adoption in December 2010.  

My first blog post ever shared the news with our family and friends. 

It's been a long 20 months of waiting. 

We switched agencies after a year.  

Then switched to an independent adoption at the beginning of this month. 

A few days later, we got some news. 

About a baby boy in need of a family. 

Without hesitation, we said yes. 

His name will be Tyson Henry Word. 

Here's the video of us seeing him for the first time. :) 

We shared the news with our family over skype this past weekend.  We tried to capture their first reaction on camera as we told them. 

(We hadn't told anyone we were doing an independent adoption, so this was a BIG surprise to everyone!) 

My Parents in NJ.  Sorry we cut your face off, Dad.

Brian's Mom in TN- in disbelief!

In tears after we told her that his middle name was for her father.   :) 

Brian's Dad in TN- this is his excited face, I promise.   :)

Brian's brother in CO- excited to be an uncle again!

Brian's sister and brother-in-law in TN-  Can't wait for their seven month old to meet his cousins!

My sister in NJ (who is going to kill me with this picture taken at 8am looking like she has short, crazy hair....and we had the flash on the camera by accident....   she was totally surprised and so excited for us!

God is always on time. 

Though we haven't always wanted to trust that, we know that it's true. 

Thank you for your prayers as we have waited these many months. We would love to have you continue to pray as we walk through the steps of finalizing the adoption and traveling to get him. 

We can't wait to introduce you to him in hopefully 4-6 months! 

And I promise- ONE day you will actually SEE pictures of our kiddos on here.  :) 

Advocating

..."And what does the Lord require of you? To act justly and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God. "     -Micah 6:8


If I asked you today, what would be your response if you found out one of your children was being abused, treated unfairly, or neglected by someone else? 

I'm pretty sure I know your answer. 

You'd fight with everything in you to make sure that you protected them and guarded them from injustice. 

It's what any loving parent would do. 

That fierce instinct is born in us the minute we meet the little ones we call our own. 

But what about the kids that aren't ours?  What about the kids that, in fact, don't belong to anyone?  

There are millions of children, internationally and in our very own cities, who don't have anyone fighting for them.  

They are being abused, neglected, and ignored. 

And they need an advocate. 

Advocate: A person who pleads for or in behalf 

or another; intercessor.

You don't need money to advocate.  

You don't need a degree in social work.  

You don't need to have all the answers.  

You just need to use your voice to fight for the lives of children hurting around you. 

Let me share a few of my everyday heroes who have been advocating for the children around them. 

*My foster mom friend, "S" who has been fostering a six month old baby girl since she was born. They LOVE this baby girl, but have known that she would not stay with them forever.  Two families have petitioned for custody of the baby and "S" did not have a great feeling about one of the families.  She spoke at length to the social worker about her concerns and the baby was placed in the other family! 

"S" was advocating for the baby's best interest-  she had no claim on her, the baby was leaving her house whether she wanted her to or not- so she was going to make sure that the child had a fighting chance at life in her next placement.  THIS is why we need more loving, involved foster parents! 

*My blog-world friend Lindsy-  her family has been caring for two little ones that have been in and out of their home the last few months.  They are in an unhealthy situation with their birthmom, and Lindsy and her husband have been fighting to provide stability for them.  When they went MIA with their birthmom a week ago, Lindsy did everything in her power to locate them and connect social services with them. 

Their story is still unfolding, but Lindsy and her husband will continue to fight for them until they are in a safe place, whether it is their home or somewhere else. 

*My friend Andrea- this summer, her family of six hosted an 16 year old girl, Tetiana from the Ukraine  in their home for five weeks.  She has spent most of her life in the orphanage and would "age out" of the orphanage while spending the summer in the US. (When a child ages out of an Eastern European orphanage, the statistics are high that they will end up homeless, in prostitution or on drugs. )  

At the start of the summer, Tatiana was adamant she did NOT want to be adopted... however, by the end of the five weeks, she had changed her mind, and time was running out.  Though she would not be a good fit in Andrea's family of four little kids under age 8, Andrea put Tetiana's story out on her blog and facebook, hoping that a family would have all their paperwork together and be able to adopt her at the last minute.  

Unbelievably, through a CRAZY string of events- there was a family who were able to adopt her! They went to court yesterday!  If you have time, please read this story- it's amazing. 


NONE of these families were advocating for their own children or children they were going to adopt- but their voices have and are making a HUGE impact in the lives of children who don't get to make their own decisions about their future. 

Friends-  YOU have voices. 

In fact, I know some of you personally- and you've got really loud mouths.  :) 

Please, please, please use your voices to advocate for the children around you.  

No matter where you live, there are hurting, abused, and neglected children that are close by.  

Please be their voice.  

YOLO, Bon Iver, and Bootcut Jeans.

I've somehow ended up in my mid-30's.  Still not sure how that happened.  

When I was seventeen, I thought 35 sounded really OOOOOOLLLLDDDDD.  

When I was seventeen, I also thought I'd stop getting pimples once I hit 20. 

I was wrong on both accounts. 

I'm still getting pimples and I don't FEEL old.  But my thirties DID produce some serious gray hairs sprouting out of my head. Not cool.  

I blame Brian.  They showed up after we got married. 

It's become apparent recently that though I don't feel old I AM getting a smidge out of the culturally relevant loop.  Here are some examples. 

1. I just recently learned what YOLO means. 

2. Upon seeing FB pictures of college girls wearing neon midriff shirts and jean shorts I assumed they were going to a theme party.  I was wrong.  This is 2012, real-life fashion, people. 

3.  I don't know how to pronounce Goyte or Bon Iver.

4. A college student was staying with us and forgot clothes for church.  I offered to loan her some of my jeans.  She asked for a skirt in order to avoid having to wear my bootcut jeans.  

5.  I still have the same hair length and cut from high school. That can't be good. Unless, of course, it's coming back into style, much like those colored jeans I wore in 10th grade.  

I'm just going to ignore the fact that I'm headed full steam ahead toward forty, (gulp), and focus on studying the latest catchphrases, buying skinny jeans, and listening to more hipster bands. 

     

Playing the Game.

There are quite a few days when I feel really sorry for myself. 

I take stock of our situation- the long, unending journey to our children, both biological and adoptive/foster, and I can make a rather long list of our difficulties, heartaches, and disappointments.

This occurs because of one main reason.

I like to play the comparison game.

As women, I think most of us play it, whether we know it or not. 

In fact, it happens almost every time we walk into a room with other women.   Upon entering the room,  we set up a hierarchy, with the prettiest, smartest, wealthiest, or most powerful women at the top, and the women directly opposite on the bottom.

The closer we can get to the top of the hierarchy in at least one category, the better we feel.  And as long as we look better, think better, or are more successful than someone in that room, we are affirmed. 

It’s an ugly game.  No one knows you’re doing it. But most everyone is playing.

When I play the game, and look at women around me who are my same age,  I can fall pretty short.   My idea of family hasn’t quite come to fruition like I planned and compared to everyone else, I’m pretty far behind.

Other adoptive families have brought two kids home in the time we will have completed our first adoption.  Friends are now pregnant with their second baby since we started the process.  Most people my age have kids entering elementary school. 

Comparatively, I lose.

It can, at times, knock me into a tailspin.

Anybody else with me?

We can compare anything.

The size of our home.

Our beauty.

Our weight.

Our marriage.

Our children. (Or lack of them.)

Our job.

Our clothes.

Our status.

This comparison game steals my joy on a frequent basis and significantly distorts the truth of what I actually have been given in this life.

Comparison makes me think about what I DON’T have. 

There is no winning- it’s just more and more of playing the game in hopes to some day be satisfied with where I measure up.

But it’s a game I just can’t win.   

Someone else will always be prettier. 

Taller. 

Skinnier. 

Smarter. 

More successful. 

Better dressed.

Wiser.

Have more well-behaved children.

And so very often, life has not turned out the way we would have imagined.  It’s easy to look around us and wonder why everyone else has it so easy.

Just think about at what Facebook has created- a fertile breeding ground of “picture-perfect” lives.

A quick scroll down on your status updates shows sweet baby pictures, new homes, expensive beach vacations, and gorgeous wedding photos.  

Everyone’s children look put-together and well-behaved.  Rarely do we see a picture of a toddler in the middle of a full-on temper tantrum.  

Newlyweds take pictures adoringly gazing at one another amidst beautiful backdrops. 

We forgot how easy it is to make life look perfect and put-together in picture and short status updates.

I can only imagine how much of our perspective is lost or altered when we look at these pictures. 

The old saying that pictures tell a thousand words may be true.  But it’s a muddled story.  What happens is that we end up creating a story of that facebook picture that has a tendency to paint our friends lives in brilliant colors while simultaneously viewing our own lives as grayer and more drab by the minute. 

It’s fiction.  Plain and simple.

The comparison game can make us resent our husbands; wishing they did more, made more, loved us differently.

It can cause us to create unrealistic expectations for our children.

It makes us bitter and envious. 

Not really glowing character traits.

So what is our alternative?

One word. 

Thankfulness.

Thankfulness is focusing on what we DO have and what is right in front of us everyday.

But thinking about what we DO have is work.  It takes a concerted effort to not wish for what tomorrow may bring and instead focus on what we have been given today.

For those living in failing marriages, walking through chemo treatments, dealing with infertility, or a myriad of other heartaches; choosing to be thankful may be a minute by minute or hour by hour process.  

It may be finding just one thing to be grateful for, to get you through the day without crumbling. 

Choosing to be thankful shifts our perspective off of us and everyone around us and refocuses our eyes on the One who gives us life.  

It makes us realize that we have been given MUCH- no matter what our life currently looks like. 

So today, instead of focusing on the children I don't have or the unknown that we still face with baby J, I am choosing to be thankful for the many small and large gifts that I have been given. 

Here's just a few....

- J's big, two-tooth smile 

-Comfy couches

-Skyping with family

-Nap time (for both J and me!) 

-Dinner together as a family tonight

What are you thankful for today?  

Any other thoughts on the comparison game? Ways that you have learned to stop playing? 

Sunday Rewind: Plan A

When you adopt/foster, you get a lot of questions and comments from strangers, friends, acquaintances, and family.  I'm reposting one of my blog entries that explained our choices for our family. 


For those you who have just recently found the blog-- hey there and welcome! This post was originally written August 2011.  

I've been marinating on this post for a while.  Knowing it could ruffle some feathers. 


Adoption is not Plan B.  


Not for us.  Not for any family. 


We have never looked at it this way, but in conversations with quite a few well-intentioned folks, I realize that the general population often views it that way. 

"You know you'll get pregnant as soon as you finish your adoption." 


"I know a lot of people "your age" who are looking toward adoption because they can't get pregnant." 


"Do you want to have your own children?" 



I've learned that adoption is often viewed by many (on the outside looking in) as the consolation prize.  


Plan A didn't work.  So you're settling for what is available.  


I disagree and so would all the other adoptive parents I've ever met.  


There is no Plan B. 


The journey to adoption is NOT a surprise to God.  He's wasn't caught off guard by the reasons or the path. 


For some it's infertility or health reasons. 


For others it is how God calls them to add to their family.


For us, it's because God is made it ABUNDANTLY clear that we are to adopt.  Now.  


Many people assume because we are adopting first that biological children are not an option for us.  At this point, we have not heard otherwise, so we hope to welcome a freckled, type-A, northern/southern hybrid into our lives one day.  


But whatever happens, it will be Plan A. 


We are adopting now because there is a need and we have a call.  In the DRC alone, there are five million orphaned children.  


We could not get that figure out of our minds and hearts.  There was no reason good enough to hold off on adopting until we had biological children.  We couldn't stop talking about adoption.  We needed to start the process. 


We know it doesn't make sense to most of the world. 


God made it clear, so we're just following. 


Any child brought into our home, biological or adopted, will be real and be our own.  We pray that others will come to understand that as well, but we also know that we have the privilege of telling the story of redemption and grace each time someone questions our family dynamic. 


The story of Plan A for our family. 

What Today has Proven. (Otherwise known as the post in which I may lose friends.)

It's on the news.  It's all over my facebook newsfeed.

Christians love chicken.  Especially from Chick-fil-a.

I've looked at countless pictures of chicken sandwiches and waffle fries.

There have been quite a few status updates "sticking it to the man," in regards to gay marriage, free speech, and religion.

I've received numerous requests inviting me to the Appreciation Day.  I actually have had some folks tell me that I better be there.

Hmm.

What are we really trying to prove?

Are we representing our Jesus by posting pics of milkshakes and writing status updates boasting about how wrong the mayors of Boston and Chicago are?

For those of you that know me personally, you are WELL AWARE I love Chick-fil-a.  In fact, I fully support our local Chick-fil-a and their yearly revenue is probably subsidized by our household alone.

I eat there a lot.  I loooooooovvvvvve their unsweet tea with lemon.  Don't judge.

I also love the company.  I have family and friends who are Chick-fil-a operators.  I believe that they are one of the most well-run companies that truly cares for their customers and their employees.

They have given many of their employees college scholarships. They were more than willing to help us host a Spirit Night a year ago to raise funds for our adoption.  In my years of student ministry in Atlanta, they readily donated food to many of our events.

What I'm writing about today doesn't have to do with Chick-fil-a.

It has to do with the Christians who are seemingly waging war with words (and instagram pictures) in a battle that I'm not sure Jesus would even have engaged in.

Let's be clear, Jesus was firm on sin and it's effects.  He was the first to confront and the first to forgive.

But it wouldn't have been with a chicken nugget in one hand and his iphone in the other.

I think this issue is becoming more about sides.  Who can scream the loudest.  Who has the wittiest comeback that can shut down the other side.  Pride, in all it's ugliness is rearing it's head as Christians boast and claim their victory because the drive-through line is very long today.

I've read commentaries and statuses and watched how this has becoming a screaming match between political, sexual, and faith preferences.

And I just keep thinking- how is this like our Jesus?

I pray that if a gay young man or woman was actually brave enough to go in a Chick-fil-a today that they were welcomed with the hands and feet of Jesus.

But after what I've read online today.... I don't know.

Some of you will argue that this is just about free speech and democracy.

But Jesus was not about politics.  He was about freedom from sin.  Forgiveness.  Redemption.  Caring for the poor, the widow, the orphan.

What I can't stop thinking about today is that all we've proven that we need to win arguments.  That our side is bigger and louder.

I wonder how many of us, who know and love Christ and who support Chick-fil-a, took the time to  engage with someone who is gay in a conversation about faith in these past few weeks.  Not an argument. A conversation. One   in which we really listened to what they had to say.

As Christians, we can enjoy our sweet tea and chicken sandwiches, but let us focus on becoming more and more like Jesus.

I pray that we would be less concerned with winning arguments and proving our points and more concerned with loving our neighbors, helping each battle through the deadly grasp of sin, forgiving always, and caring for the broken-hearted.

I pray that rather than engaging in facebook flare-ups, we would spend our time advocating for those in this world that survive on much less than a chicken sandwich a day.

I pray that we would be less concerned saying "I told you so," and more concerned with introducing people to Jesus.

I pray that my Christian brothers and sisters would know that I write this not pointing the finger at everyone else, but turning it on myself as well.

Tomorrow is a new day.  Let us be just as passionate tomorrow about becoming more and more like Jesus as we were for a #5 combo meal today.

He's a Keeper.

The last few weeks the news has been filled with some really heavy, and frankly, really heartbreaking stuff.  From reading yesterday that China has prevented 400 million births over the last three decades to horrific stories of American teens being trafficked into the sex trade, my mind has been inundated with thoughts that range from frustration to sadness to helplessness.

It is harsh realities such as these that make me want to crawl into bed and never come out.

But alas, every morning I have a little one babbling from his crib at around 7am.

So one must get up.

When I need a bit of encouragement that all is not in shambles in this world and that redemption starts with one person at a time, I have to look no further than the man who gets up with me each morning to feed the dogs, make the coffee, and give our little one his bottle.

In a world where Jerry Sandusky and certain Catholic priests have tarnished America's view on men that care for children and teenagers, my husband has steadfastly continued to invest in the lives of young men and women.

As I heard TD, our "son" explain to someone the other day- "I had been going to the youth group before Brian ever got there and people would say nice things to us.  When Brian got there, he said some of the same stuff, but then.....he actually followed through with it, and we started to realize he meant it and that he actually listened to us and cared about us.  Brian was different. We knew he meant what he said." 

Brian has invested in countless lives of the teens around us.  For some kids, it's just a handshake and asking how football practice is going.  That's all they need.  For others, it's walking through the rough parts of life with them as they navigate through parents divorcing, the death of a friend, and school issues.

And some young men, he has to play the role of Dad, because they have never had one or lost their own too early.

What he teaches them is invaluable.  It takes time and it takes patience.

*How to respect adults and to respect themselves.

*How to look someone in the eye when speaking to them.

*How to fill out a job application.

*How to treat a woman.

He has had countless conversations with teens about dreaming and having a passion in life.  About choosing to not live in their past, but use their story to impact their future for the better.

There are no immediate rewards in this ministry.  Brian tirelessly fights for these kids.  He's taken three of them to get their driver's license.  He's taken some to medical clinics because there is no one else to take them.  He's well aware that sometimes people think it's sketchy to see a young, married man taking a teenage boy to the health clinic.

He is compassionate and caring, but at the same time, he demands better from them, because he knows it is in them.

Brian does not do this because it's his job.  He doesn't do it for accolades.  It's a way of life for him.

He is intentionally raising up men in our community.  Helping them understand what being a man is and what character and integrity mean in life.  He wants these guys to comprehend the true definition of what it means to be a husband and a father.

My husband is a constant encouragement to me that there is good in the world and that change doesn't happen often in mass quantities.

By watching him, I've learned that change and growth happens in the everyday decisions we make to care about other people.

Now, I'm not saying this man is a saint.  He drinks the milk straight from the carton (gag), he still hasn't cooked me dinner from losing a bet three years ago, and when he shaves his beard, the scruff never quite makes it into the trash can.

Aside from that, he's a keeper.

I am so proud to call him my husband and proud of the choices he makes every day.

I waited 31 years for this man and they were well worth the wait.