I was incredibly blessed within the last couple weeks to be in touch with Little Girly’s birth mom. I had much anticipation and many questions about potential things that could go wrong. All the “what-ifs” competed for attention in my head but instantly disappeared in the moment. What can only be described as the peace of God wrapped around me and around her birth mom. Instead of feeling on guard or nervous, I had complete confidence in the words God gave me and then… tears.
Archive for February, 2012
Plan B
Author: Shilo TaylorFeb 19
Our whirlwind. Is it really already February?
Author: Shilo TaylorFeb 12
Clearly I’ve been MIA. You can blame it on horizons, jetted tubs, and hydrangeas. I’d also like to cast a little blame on youth retreats, kicking off a youth ministry, moving forward with some foster/adoption things, a couple sick kids and being flat on my back after playing too hard. But really? Bottom line is my brain hasn’t had any space for coherent thoughts, let alone thoughts cognitive enough to make public.
Yet, this morning even as I’m lacking any ability to be articulate, I’m compelled to share because God has been blessing me far, far beyond what is deserved and in my pre-occupation I don’t want to neglect acknowledging and praising Him for it.
S. started his job as Associate Pastor (in addition to continuing BIG OAK) last month and it is exceeding our hopes. The youth ministry has grown dramatically in size and we are humbled by the leaders and students we get to work with. The depth, the heart of the worship teams, and the fun is coming naturally. All we’ve done is taken a step into what God was already stirring.
Two weeks ago we moved into a house and by the second day it already felt like home. I was nervous about how the move would go with a husband gone at a retreat the weekend before and four kids attempting to ‘help’. Amazingly, we had a huge crew show up on moving day. We had muscle, organizers, cleaners, and sisters to unpack my entire kitchen, closet and bathroom while I directed traffic. By day 2 we were hanging pictures and hosting dinner. ”Thank you” doesn’t suffice for all the work of friends and family.

