Our adoption story
Since many have asked, I thought I would give a little more background on our recent adoption story.
Since many have asked, I thought I would give a little more background on our recent adoption story.
It looks like the weather is going to be gut-punchingly cold this weekend. (The low for the weekend here in Amarillo is -6 degrees.) Great. That’s just what we all needed: more time stuck inside. Fortunately, I’ve got some good news for you! Struggle Bus made it’s big stage debut this past week, and you can stream it for a limited time tomorrow 2/12 – Sunday 2/14. Isn’t that great timing? The way I see it, the brilliant minds over at Harding University Theatre have solved at least two problems for you on this cold, stuck-inside weekend:
The Wood family limped out of the year 2019 in hopeful anticipation of a better year 2020.
2020 was…well… What. A. Year.
Yesterday was a day that we’ve come to dread. Yesterday was blood work day for Isaiah. The whole thing is an awful experience. I mean, it’s never fun to get your blood drawn or await results; but it’s a more complicated affair for us.
A couple years ago I jumped into the world of marathon training. The first week of training was super fun–primarily because I spent the first week buying running gear, making awesome playlists, and not running. After the first week, fun was replaced with a crampy, struggle-y monotony. In an effort to break up the monotony, I started to use Nike Run Club and Strava to create run map art…like a crazy person. Much to my surprise, running my routes in various designs worked. It helped me finish out my training. If you reside in Amarillo, perhaps it will improve your motivation to get out there and run as well. Feel free to steal any of my ridiculous designs. Here you go. (Oh, and *shameless plug* feel free to read more about my marathon adventure in Chapter 4 of my book. Click/tap here to grab a copy.)
For those of you who haven’t been following along, we did a thing. Visit strugglebustour.com to read about the adventure.
Alternatively, click on one of the buttons below to read about a particular stop along the way:
This past week, I, like many of you, jumped in on #BlackoutTuesday. The injustice of George Floyd’s murder plagued me. I took the week to listen, think, pray, read, and ponder. Now, I have some thoughts. As I mentioned in my last post, my white voice is probably one of the last voices that should be listened to. After a week of study and prayer, I’m even more convinced of that. But, I feel compelled to speak anyway. I’m more and more convinced that, as with all important issues, ineloquently opening the door to conversation is better than silence.