Praying for my spouse.

As a youth I attended a church camp. The leader encouraged us to pray for our mates. That they would know the Lord and even for specific characteristics, those we hoped they would possess.

I was in class on August 8, 1988 and I remember that day vividly as it as 8/8/88 on the calendar. The day before my birthday! I asked God that day for my husband’s salvation. I prayed that if he were not a believer, God would allow him to accept Him for his Savior.

After meeting my husband years later, I talked to him about when he accepted Christ. He told me that it was on that exact day 8/8/88!

Wow! God answered a very specific prayer that day! God hears us when we pray.

We don’t always hear His answers immediately, but He always answers.

Don’t give up hope! God hears.

Everyone is…

Photo was taken in Amman, Jordan 1995.

Everyone is…

By Tara Young

Everyone is special we all have our own way. We are all made diverse like night and day.  Some are fluffy while others look as if a gust of wind could blow them far away.

Some are short and some are stout while others stretch to the sky. Some are a combination at each new time of their lives.

Some eyes are blinded by pain.  While others eyes bore into the souls of the grieving to relieve though too often in vain.

Some hearts are filled with nothing but hate and regret. While others are filled with love and purpose.

Some hands hurt those they love. While other hands repair the damage of the past.

 Some use their bodies to block out the ache that holds their hearts in a vice-like grip.

Some feet walk readily into sin while annihilating the innocent by their sin.

All the while, the abused suffers without hope.








In the darkness of that shame and anguish, a light shines. In the door of our lives He is standing, waiting with His loving arms extended. He is waiting to pull us out of the miry pit. Taking us from the filth of what was thrust upon us and what damage we have caused to ourselves.  Soothingly He bandages the years of wounds that we have permitted to fester. Washed clean and lovingly restored. Like a clay pot We were made for a purpose. We are created by Him. This is what gives hope to the abused, the broken and the wounded. This is what turns downcast eyes to the heavens. Searching for hope. Searching for reprieve. Searching for release. Searching for the One who makes all things beautiful in His time.  Searching for the Master who will make us whole again.

Jeremiah 31:3  NIV The LORD appeared to us in the past, saying: “I have loved you with an everlasting love; I have drawn you with loving-kindness…”

I do realize this was written for the Israelites, but I know that He reaches to each of us and loves all of us. No matter what we have done. No matter how many times we have repeated the same act in sin. No matter if we were hurt. He loves us because He made us.

Psalm 139:14 “I praise you because I am fearfully and wonderfully made; your works are wonderful, I know that full well.”

This is my favorite verse and has been since I was a child. An abused and hurt child.  Someone hurt me and it never went away. It has lessened, but the scar is still there. This is the verse that my mother shared with me to help me get through (not over) the struggles that I faced as a girl and into womanhood.  This verse has carried me through the awkward stages. The too heavy stages, and even the too thin stage. (But that was only once!) It still it carries me. God’s Word is alive and active today. Let it heal you!

Father, each of us is so different on the inside and the outside. You know each of us Lord. Help us to search for You and find You when we seek You with all of our hearts. (Jeremiah 29:13-14). Help us to let go of the pain in our past to walk toward our future with hope. In the name of Jesus we pray. Amen.

A poem about our adopted children.


Way down deep there’s a hole in their hearts each.  A dark place where we try but can’t reach. 

The sorrow the ache the pain oh it’s bad. I pray it won’t keep them burdened and sad. There is a void though with love we do fill. Emptiness we can’t touch but still.

They all have it, sadness it’s there.  It’s something that we’ve never felt laid bare.

The questions. The thoughts. They are seekers of truth. But in due time three children of youth.

When you are ready the details will come. At each new stage we will tell you some. 

Adoption it’s called and we share it with pride. Not something to keep or to hold it inside.

 You are a treasure we could not bare. Until in our arms He carefully laid you all there.

They are our babies and as the years pass, the emptiness breaks my heart for each lass.

Your hearts will be filled with joy and not pain. You’re cherished and loved and never in vain.  

 Find joy and find purpose sweet daughters of ours. God will help you with His mighty powers. 

You see sweet children, you are chosen by Jesus. To fill that emptiness we had when you needed us. 

 We are yours never doubt never fear. Though the pain rushes in and sometimes does sear.

Our home is a place you will always be secure. In our hearts in our lives you are made pure. 

Precious lambs we are your earthly caretakers. From God’s living well be daily partakers. 

  He lays before you on this earthly way. In His paths, please walk never stray.

Treasured and loved adopted are you. You are ours every day.  Every day it springs new.

 God brought you to us our arms open wide. We are blessed by your love. You fill us with pride.

Here I am.

Here I am

By Tara Young


Lord, Here I am your daughter a princess,

With your love, your blood, my life is priceless.

Thank you for making me, who I am,

A mother, a wife, and a friend to Sam.

 My love, my all, my hero, he is.

Thank you Lord for your grace truly ‘tis,

All I need to make it today,

May I walk humbly in your path, illuminated each day,

God, Guide me direct me and show me your way.