meadowrueflowerThis week my family and others will be gathering across the country, catching up with loved ones, kissing new babies, sitting down to feast. But many are still waiting for a family, still waiting to know they are loved, still waiting for a kiss. To honor them, a short poem for this final week of National Adoption Month:





God places the lonely in families

He moves

We open the door

Set the table

Fluff the bed

Welcome the desolate

And deserted

From across the street

Or across the world

Three participants

One family

One name



“God places the lonely in families; he sets the prisoners free and gives them joy,” Psalm 68:6

HAPPY THANKSGIVING! This week, may you know the joy that welcomes the lonely and sets prisoners free.