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Kristy Sutton

His Plan Has Purpose

This last one came on Sunday-Mother’s Day night, because God is funny. My babe ended up leaving her appendix behind at the hospital this time and I’m so tired I could sleep for a week. In the quiet (read: alarming + beeping + constant interruptions) of hospital life, I…

On Foster Care Awareness-Medication for Mom

Medication is okay. If you hear nothing else from me in these written words, take the aforementioned three. I’m a nurse and I’ve always been happy to help everyone else feel better with meds but it’s been hard to accept the handout for me. Sure I’ll…

Pro-life PERIOD

Pro-life talk is everywhere. I hear people protesting and yelling about the rights of the unborn. I see people typing behind the safety of handheld devices. I hear opinions of when life begins and ends and all the in between. I know there’s anger and justifiable frustration…

dear case worker

Dear case worker, You’ve stepped over my threshold one million times. You’ve been brand new and eager and I’ve witnessed you worn out and oh so jaded. You’ve carried me new babies fresh from the local hospital. You’ve dropped confused…

A Letter to My Baby Bio

You’re four. You’re a gentle giant. Always courageous and kind for a kid your age. You’re the baby of the bunch (sometimes) and you’re surely the last offspring from my womb. I promise-this shop is shut down. I snuggled in next…

A Foster Mom’s Mother’s Day

 I have seven children. That’s what I tell people most days. But that number’s never solid. It can change before I finish sipping my satisfying cup of morning sanity. One phone call from licensing and I suddenly become the temporary mama of a few more. In the…

Even When

  Our first foster arrived a few years ago on a Friday afternoon. Our license wasn’t even active yet and I was completely unsure of what to expect, ask and feel. We were re-fngerprinted at our kitchen table by a case worker we had never met so…

Because Jesus

I’m sitting in a hospital bed a few feet away from a baby that I’ll most likely never watch grow into a toddler. The hiss of oxygen, the alarming monitors and constant stream of visitors in yellow disposable gowns are our current reality. I’m…

The War Within the Walls of My Heart

We share a son-we don’t really, but we do. You gave him life, I’m giving him living. This wasn’t the way any of this was meant to be. He was formed inside of you and birthed into your arms. Then he came home…

Measuring Up

A toddler sits besides me in a chair clipped on to our large family kitchen table. He’s a baby I didn’t birth and he certainly appears that way. He’s got a story riddled with pain and trauma and transition. His little heart holds enough…