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    <title>It&#039;s Gonna Take a Village</title>
    <link>http://www.not2us.net/blog/lindsay/2015/jul/its-gonna-take-village</link>
    <description>&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Six days ago, we were officially approved and licensed to provide foster care in the State of Massachusetts. It&#039;s been a long time coming...more than nine months in the making.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;And if there&#039;s anything I know about this journey as a provider of foster care, I know this:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I cannot do it alone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our family &lt;/em&gt;cannot do it alone.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;We couldn&#039;t have even gotten to this point without the love and support of our friends and family.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Wed, 08 Jul 2015 21:40:49 +0000</pubDate>
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    <title>Goodbye, Uncle Darryl. And Thank You, for Everything.</title>
    <link>http://www.not2us.net/blog/lindsay/2015/jun/goodbye-uncle-darryl-and-thank-you-everything</link>
    <description>&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Growing up, I knew I had an Aunt Judy. My Grandma Ruby told me stories about her: how she&#039;d dress my dad up like a little girl when they were kids and other silly things. I could see her face in pictures hanging on the walls of our home, in the albums on Grandma Ruby&#039;s shelves. One time, she even sent me a real porcelain doll. I loved porcelain dolls, and, apparently, she did, too. I knew I &lt;em&gt;had&lt;/em&gt; an Aunt Judy, but I didn&#039;t &lt;em&gt;know&lt;/em&gt; my Aunt Judy. She lived way out in California, and, as far as I could remember, I hadn&#039;t ever met her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Fri, 12 Jun 2015 05:22:51 +0000</pubDate>
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    <title>God&#039;s People</title>
    <link>http://www.not2us.net/blog/lindsay/2015/mar/gods-people</link>
    <description>&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;I needed to be with the church this morning more than I&#039;ve needed to be with her in a long, long, long time.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I&#039;m facing a challenge that is bigger than me. So much bigger than me that I&#039;ve cried myself to sleep the past two nights, and tonight&#039;s not shaping up to be any different.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I needed to be surrounded by other people who are leaning on God, depending on Him, and trusting Him with the details of their lives.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Mon, 23 Mar 2015 04:24:04 +0000</pubDate>
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    <title>Happy 8th Birthday, Ruby!</title>
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&lt;p&gt;Today, on your eighth birthday, I find myself uncharacteristically at a loss for words. It&#039;s not that I don&#039;t have anything to say. It&#039;s just that, whatever I say, I don&#039;t think you&#039;ll believe me. Despite the fact that you&#039;re still a FULL five years away from your teens, I see them creeping into your regular everyday eight-year-old existence.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Wed, 04 Feb 2015 19:06:29 +0000</pubDate>
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    <title>These Grateful Days</title>
    <link>http://www.not2us.net/blog/lindsay/2014/nov/these-grateful-days</link>
    <description>&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Does anyone else feel like it&#039;s nearly impossible to raise grateful children (or even be a grateful adult) in America these days?&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;It would be easy to blame the problem on capitalism and corporate America: we&#039;re bombarded with commercials that tell us we &quot;deserve it&quot; and media campaigns that try to convince us that everyone else already has it. The day after Halloween (a full 27 days before Thanksgiving), my kids were enamored by the Christmas decorations at Target...complete with a cardboard Santa being swallowed alive by a massive Wish List. See, it would be easy!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Sat, 08 Nov 2014 05:07:41 +0000</pubDate>
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    <title>30 Days of Thanksgiving 2014</title>
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    <description>&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Day 1 - My First Family&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;You are the first ones who taught me how to love, how to laugh, how to argue, how to share, how to apologize, how to have fun...how to live...how to &lt;em&gt;really live&lt;/em&gt;. Thank you so much for being my first loves. I am blessed that God chose me to be your daughter and sister.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Day 2 - My Forever Family&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Sat, 01 Nov 2014 13:00:00 +0000</pubDate>
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    <title>Sometimes</title>
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    <description>&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, the Steelers wear stupid uniforms, and your Colts lose by a couple dozen points.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, life just feels sucky.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;I didn&#039;t say that it *is* sucky, because life doesn&#039;t have to *be* sucky to *feel* sucky. That&#039;s the silly thing about emotions.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Sometimes, they take the truth and twist it around.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Lately, my emotions have been twisting me up inside until I was feeling like my beautiful life was sucky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Mon, 27 Oct 2014 16:03:55 +0000</pubDate>
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    <title>Holiday Playdates at The Goodwins&#039; Place!</title>
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&lt;p&gt;Well, I&#039;ve got a treat for you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2014 03:38:37 +0000</pubDate>
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    <title>Rwanda: One Brother</title>
    <link>http://www.not2us.net/blog/lindsay/2014/oct/rwanda-one-brother</link>
    <description>&lt;div class=&quot;field field-name-body field-type-text-with-summary field-label-hidden&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-items&quot;&gt;&lt;div class=&quot;field-item even&quot;&gt;&lt;p&gt;It&#039;s been nearly six years since we started sponsoring our first child through &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.compassion.com&quot;&gt;Compassion International&lt;/a&gt;. We chose the youngest child in Rwanda, because we wanted to walk the entire length of the journey with our first kiddo. A couple of years later, I learned that older males are typically the last-chosen sponsored children. We wanted to help change that reality for at least one young man, and we added Rabuma to our family. We wanted to make sure that he didn&#039;t walk the last few years of his journey with Compassion alone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2014 21:44:33 +0000</pubDate>
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    <title>Rwanda: One Sister</title>
    <link>http://www.not2us.net/blog/lindsay/2014/oct/rwanda-one-sister</link>
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&lt;p&gt;Nothing could be further from the truth.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description>
     <pubDate>Mon, 20 Oct 2014 03:58:19 +0000</pubDate>
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