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Farewell 20s


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This year I am turning 30 and because I have such a sweet, affectionate husband I am sitting on a balcony in Destin enjoying a little bit of R&R to celebrate. Technically my birthday is next Sunday but when you’re an adult you don’t really get to make a big deal about YOUR DAY anymore. On my actual birthday Josh will be preaching and we’ll just have a normal day. (Incidentally he also preached on Mother’s Day and he has a meeting on the night of our anniversary next week. There is a lot of celebrating before or after this year.)


(Here we are at Bud and Alley’s Taco Bar. Eating Tacos. By ourselves. Glory.)

So we’re here, relaxing. Doing all the things parents do when they have  a brief respite from family demands. Sleeping in. Taking forever to eat a meal. Laying by the pool without worrying about someone drowning. Reading without interruption. Going for a jog. OK going for a jog might not sound restful but it’s kind of fun to just decide to go for a run when you feel like it. Plus I just got new purple running shoes and I don’t care how old you are, new shoes are exciting. Especially if they are purple. So obviously I had to take them for a spin.


Speaking of shoes and birthdays, I so vividly remember the awesome floral Keds I got for my 7th birthday. I’m sure my parents have no recollection of this but I LOVED THOSE SHOES. And we went to Chuck E. Cheese and watched The Great Mouse Detective, which had just come out on VHS. And that is all I remember from my 7th year of life. Think about that, parents, when you are creating all those precious memories.

Anyway, one of the great things about these 4 days is being able to hit the pause button and let myself think. With all the small kids and the daily demands I often don’t really have much time with my thoughts during the day. It’s only when they go to bed that I’m able to stop and think and by then my thoughts look something like “I should probably…I think I need to…wasn’t there something?…Oh never mind I’m going to bed.” And by the way, if you’re wondering why I haven’t written much over the summer it’s because during the school year I often wrote my blog posts on the mornings when all my kids were in school. Because my brain works at 10am. But no one really wants me to write after 7pm. Trust me.


(Sitting on the balcony. Thinking all the thoughts.)

I’ve been thinking about turning 30 and about the last decade of my life. Don’t worry, I’m not about to get all existential and “what is the meaning of life?” on you. The end of Ecclesiates kind of answers that question for you anyway. But I do think it’s good to look back and see all that God has done. The truth is that my 20s were not at all what I expected them to be. My 19 year old self had a lot of ideas about what that decade would be like. There were 2 tracks I envisioned, and neither held marriage or children. I always feel a little guilty about that, because for so many that’s the dream. But if I’m being completely honest I didn’t want to get married young. I wanted to live my life first. I wanted to go to grad school and work for a publishing company. Or I wanted to go work with high school students somewhere, because the woman I admired most at the time (and still do) did that and she loved Jesus more than anyone I knew. And so I wanted to be like her. Either way, I wasn’t looking for my MRS degree and I wasn’t even sure how I felt about children. I just knew there were some things I thought I’d enjoy doing and I wanted to do them before I started the whole “family” thing.

That was the year I met Josh, who turned my world upside down and challenged me to really think about who God was calling me to be through His Word and His Church. Not through some arbitrary ideas I had spiritualized in my heart. With Josh my whole trajectory changed. I was married by 21. I became a Pastor’s wife at 22 when my husband left his successful career to answer the call. I had my first baby at 24, my second at 25, which meant I basically had 2 babies. And at 28 I flew to Uganda to adopt 2 more. In 10 years I’ve basically ended up going as hard and as fast as I could in the opposite direction of what I had planned.

Now I know that many would say, “Yeah, but that’s kind of the dream life.” And you’re right. It’s a beautiful life and I know now how much I should have wanted it. But I don’t want to trivialize the fact that it is God Who made me want the life He’s given me. We often sing the old hymn, “Praise to the Lord, the Almighty,” at church and I am always struck by that line, “Hast thou not seen how thy desires e’er have been granted in what He ordaineth.” What an odd thing to say, that our desires are met in what God ordains. And yet this is the story of the Christian life, as we are transformed “from one degree of glory to the next.” He doesn’t just meet our desires, He transforms them into the desires He has for us.

What I wanted for myself was not necessarily bad. A fun career is not bad. A life of ministry is certainly the opposite of bad. And yet God had something better for me than my plans. Not better because it makes me happier. Although that’s true sometimes. But sometimes I am sacrificing all of my time and energy for 4 small ones and it seems like more than one person can do. And I dream of that old dream of mine. No, it’s better because it’s what He wants. He knew how selfish I would be if I got all I wanted. He knew that mixed in with the good desires for success and influence were bad desires for isolation and self-exaltation. He knew that this life He’s given me would lead me deeper into confession, repentance, dependency and holiness.

So as I leave those unexpectedly amazing 20s behind I am filled with gratitude for God’s all-surpassing wisdom and kindness. And I look ahead to 10 more years of all of my desires being met under His sovereign care.

A Year Ago


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I haven’t written in a while because May and June were this crazy, unexpected whirlwind of exhaustion. I could go on and on about it but honestly it’s kind of a boring story. Josh injured himself playing basketball, he had surgery on the last day of school and I spent the first 2 weeks of the summer with all 4 kids home and Josh recovering in bed. Suffice to say, it was a rough couple of weeks. But hello July! A new month and new mercies!

July is exciting because guess what was happening exactly one year ago today? I was flying home from Uganda. This seems impossible to believe, but it’s true. On June 13 we celebrated a year of Eva and Titus being ours. That was the day that we sat in that stifling courtroom in Kampala and Eva and Titus (then Matrin and Derrick) sat in my lap as their birth mother agreed to sign over her rights and prayed a blessing over us. There was weeping and exhaustion and a lot of “what now?” Followed by a month of “who knows when we’ll go home?” as we waited and waited for everything to be finalized.

So even though June 13 is THE date, July to me is THE month. Because July was when we began to become a family. When Eva and Titus began to see that this was forever. When Eva and Titus met Reagan and Charlie and they became Eva and Reagan and Charlie and Titus.  When we could finally focus on getting to know each other better and on settling in and on learning what this new family of ours would look like. And even though it was crazy and exhausting, July of 2013 was, for me, a GOOD month. It was full of hope and promise and future.

Josh and I have been really awestruck as we have considered lately all that God accomplished in this last year. The year itself was so full and so all-day-every-day adjusting that I think we’re just now taking a breath and truly seeing all the miracles. I could write pages and pages of miracles but here are just a few examples of the seemingly impossible changes that have taken place.

A year ago all Reagan wanted was for her brand new sister, Eva, to be her best friend. But Eva was afraid and threatened and wanted little to do with Reagan. She stuck close to her brother and kept her new sisters at arms length. A few weeks ago Reagan and Eva ran into the room to announce to me that on our vacation they were going to share a room and Charlie and Titus would share the other room. They spent our vacation playing and swimming together and snuggling at night as they watched Disney Junior in bed.

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A year ago the only things Eva and Titus could say in English were “How are you?” and “I’m Fineeeee.” Now they both speak in complete sentences, sometimes paragraphs, and have completely lost their old language. ONE year. Unbelievable.

A year ago Titus was still toddling around like a baby because he had been held most of his life. His belly was so distended that I honestly didn’t know how the kid kept himself upright sometimes. Now he runs and plays and looks like a little man.

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A year ago he was so serious all the time and he barely laughed. Now he cracks jokes and belly laughs all day long. Even when I want him to be serious he’s smiling that mischievous smile at me.

A year ago when Eva was corrected for bad behavior she would hide her head in her arms and weep silently, sometimes for hours. Now when Eva is corrected she can articulate not just what she’s done wrong, but that she’s sorry, and that she knows mommy and daddy love her.


A year ago Reagan and Charlotte were excited about these new siblings but pretty attached to each other and usually playing on their own. Now Reagan often pairs off with Eva and Charlotte often pairs off with Titus. And more often than not they are simply altogether making the most imaginably loud racket and having the time of their lives.


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A year ago the water was terrifying and Eva and Titus were clinging to the steps. And now, this…

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This moment, them jumping into the pool with abandon. This was the moment for me when I said, “Wow. Wow, God. Look at what you’ve done.” These are not even the same children. They are not orphans at all. Not even a little. They are Hugheses through and through and they know it.

And I can’t help but think, as I often do, of how this adoption of ours continues to deepen my understanding of the Gospel. It would be easy to see all of these little changes and look at them as the natural progression of things. To say that they were bound to adjust eventually and learn how to be a part of this family. But the truth is that things could have just as easily remained stagnant were God not opening their little hearts to understand love and trust and hope.  In the same way I can look at my own growth and think, yes, of course I’ve changed. But I am like my formerly orphaned children. Had God not reached in and adopted me, were it not for His daily, consistent, faithful fathering, there would be no change. Every change in me is a miracle, too.

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