Top rated flat irons for your hair

To be able to have one of the top rated flat irons, you need to make sure that you know what features a great flat iron has. There are a lot of different flat irons, but not all of them are made to last and to give you years of great looking hair. Knowing more about the best flat irons, then you will not make the mistake in buying a flat iron that is not damaged your hair, and that will not break that easily. Here are things that you should look at, if you want to have a great, top rated flat iron.

the best flat irons

Cool to touch

The one thing that most people don’t think about, is that the flat iron that you are going to buy should be cool to the touch. Meaning that you should be able to handle the flat iron without getting burned. The flat iron can reach temperatures of up to 400 degrees.

And, if your flat iron isn’t cool to the touch, you are going to burn badly, every time that you are going to use the flat iron. Normally, you can read on the package that the iron is cool to the touch.

Easy to hold

Another feature of a top rated flat iron, is that the iron is really easy to hold. You don’t want to use a flat iron that is heavy and that doesn’t have a great handle where you can hold your iron.

flat iron easy to hold

There are some flat irons with really comfortable, and slip-free handles that you can use without worrying about letting the iron slip and fall. But, there are also some flat irons that are slippery and that are easier to slip through your fingers and let it fall and break. You should handle the iron for a couple of minutes before you decide which one to buy. The lighter and easier to hold the flat iron might be, the better the iron.

Temperature setting

Most flat irons have only one temperature setting. This means that you can’t set the desire temperature on the flat iron. The results will be hair that is getting damage by the heat. With these flat irons, you can’t use it every day. You will have burned and damaged hair.

If you are looking for a flat iron that is a high quality iron, then you will consider buying one that has multiple temperature settings. This will make it easier to use the flat iron and to set your desire temperature. You will have less chance of burning your hair and to leave it damage. You also will be able to use this type of flat iron more frequently.

Has an automatic off switch

We all did this at least once in our lifetime. We used our flat iron, and hurry to work. When we arrive at work you realize that you didn’t switch off the flat iron. Then you have basically two choices; go home and switch off the flat iron, or leave it and hope that the flat iron won’t burn down the house.

But, if you are buying a flat iron that has an automatic off switch, you will never have to worry about forgetting to switch off your flat iron before you leave the house. There are not many flat irons with this feature, but if you can get one, you should buy it immediately. This will make using the iron a lot easier and safer.


The other thing that you should look at is the warranty that you are getting with your flat iron. There are some flat irons that don’t even have a warranty when you are buying it from a shop or even online. These aren’t really quality flat irons and you should really think why there isn’t a warrantee on the flat iron.

The longer the flat iron’s warrantee, the better the quality that you are going to get. You will know that you can replace the flat iron if the iron breaks within the warranty time period. There are some irons with a two year warrantee, but there are also some with a three year warrantee.

To be able to buy the top rated flat irons 2016 in the market, you need to make sure that you know the features that the best and top rated flat irons have. This is the only way that you can be sure that you have one of the best irons that are not going to damage your hair, and that is going to work for a long time.

Adoption is hard but adoption is beautiful – part 3

This day will be a day that I will always remember.

Our adoption with Little B and our adoption with Little Bit were so different.  I expected to feel the way I did when we adopted Little B because it’s what I knew.  However… God again used this to break my heart for what breaks his.

The homeless, the helpless, the least of these.  God has taught me so much through my children and I am so grateful.  I am grateful for their story’s.

For our story as a family…

Adoption is hard but adoption is beautiful by Melissa Lewis

As Bart and I were driving with both kids to the agency office we talked.  We talked about how we would go into this meeting.  We talked about how he was worried about me.  We talked about how I was fine. We talked about all the things I had to tell her about him like how he liked to be held and how he had to be bounced when he cried. We knew that we were just “babysitting” and she was going to ask for him back. Today would be that day.

We talked about how we were done “babysitting” because it was just too hard.  No more back and forth.  We had to move forward to grow our family.

We arrived.  We waited.  And we waited some more.

We were frustrated.  In retrospect I know now that we were anxious and sad but to get through and survive this situation we couldn’t acknowledge those feeling.  So frustration was just easier.

Finally she arrived.  She was late because she had no resources to get there other then the city bus and she missed the first bus so she had to wait for the next one.  WOW!  Didn’t I feel like a jerk.  For some reason I kept focusing on her feet.  It was October and it had just gotten cold outside.  I kept thinking about how her feet must have been cold in her flip flops especially having to wait outside forever for the bus.

I began to see her as just a girl.  A teenager really who didn’t have anything, anything except what she could carry in 1 bag and the bottom of her 1 year old’s stroller.  I began to see her as Jesus saw her and not as an irresponsible mom who I felt was using us for the “hard” time of having a newborn at home.

We shared stories and she shared stories.  She told us about the night she brought Little Bit “home” from the hospital.  That’s a story I hope to not be able to remember one day.

She asked me to take Little Bit from her because he was still so little and she didn’t know how to hold him and she was too nervous.

She smiled wide and told us how blown away she was to see Bart holding him and rocking him.  To see him talking “baby talk” to him and kissing him.  She didn’t know that dad’s did that!

My husband then said something that changed everything.

“How can WE help YOU not be nervous?”

In the second that question was out of his mouth I knew that God wasn’t going to have us leave there without this baby.  In that second my heart was His.  In that second Bart and I looked at each other and we knew we had to help her and help Little Bit, we had to be there for her and for him, we had to do what was hard to do what was right.

Then she asked us if we could take him back home with us.  Just to let her think about things for a while.  She told us that she still had the same feeling that she was supposed to have us adopt him but she just was scared to just do it.

She held him after all.  He was created from her body.  She loved him!  How could she not.

But she couldn’t care for him.  She knew we could.  She knew we loved him.  She knew.  We knew.

That day, God reminded me and showed me even more how this is all so much bigger then me.  Little Bit’s story isn’t just about me wanting a baby.  But it was about God showing me all the more how we are created to care for each other.

We are created to LOVE EXTRAVAGANTLY!

People will question you.  Wise and caring people will tell you that you don’t have to do this.  But when God put’s a burden on your heart there is absolutely no denying it.  You can try to ignore it all you want but it doesn’t go away. And ignoring it makes you miserable.

But listening to it, and then following what God wants you to do, will bring you the most amazing gift you never even knew existed!

THAT DAY started out with us driving to the agency to take back the baby we were babysitting.  That day my mom was packing away ALL the baby stuff and storing it away so we wouldn’t have to see it when we got home.  That day started off with us having a plan of our own.

THAT DAY ended with us texting my mom… “guess who we are bring home with us…”

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THAT DAY ended with us leaving the agency as a family of four knowing that God was still working.  Knowing that this wouldn’t be easy but it would be right.  Knowing that Little Bit was had a birth mom that loved and cared about him so much that she gave him to us to love and care for him in a way that she couldn’t.

God taught me A LOT that day.

Do i deserve to be blessed?

Do you believe you deserved to be blessed?  I mean, maybe not deserve – that words seems so strong, but maybe do you feel like when God does bless you it’s okay to accept that blessing graciously?

I realized this morning that I struggle with this.  A few very very close people to me have noticed this and told me I have a problem with this.  I trust their wisdom so I heard them but didn’t really get it.

Until this morning.

I was up exhausted from having yet another sleepless night with Little Bit.  At 4:45 he finally fell asleep for the third time and I had my hand on my door knob to walk into my bedroom and crawl back on my freshly scented lavender pillow and warm covers.  I thought to myself, “I can squeeze in another 2 hours of sleep till I have to wake up Little B and get him ready for school and begin the day.”

But I couldn’t.  Something Someone else strongly pulled me away and I knew where I should go instead.  Though my brain and body were so so tired, my heart longed to hear what God had to say.  And I’m so grateful.  I don’t listen to my heart every morning.  Unfortunately my exhaustion wins the battle and I sleep and hit snooze longer then I should.  Guilt was the name of my game when I was in this stage with Little B but now I know that it’s a season and God doesn’t want me to feel guilty.  He understands what lack of sleep can do to a Mama y’all.  I believe that.  So I no longer feel guilty that I don’t wake up every morning before the rest of my family does to have my time a lone with God and The Word at my special spot in the house. But I do miss it.  It’s precious time and I long for it.

Ok, back to my question.  I’m serious and I would love your thoughts on this…

As I was reading, I was brought back to a verse in Luke.

Blessed is she who believed, for there will be a fulfillment of those things which were told her from the Lord.

~Luke 1:45

You are blessed, because you believed that the Lord would do what he said (New Living)

When I say I was brought back I mean God has used this verse several times to remind me of His promise for me.  The first time He used this verse was ONE OF  the hardest days.  I was probably at one of my lowest points in my faith thinking that God was never going to give us a baby – a family.  And then Jaime and I were reading our Daily Lite together before work and she read this verse to me.  That same exact day on my way home from work I got the phone call about adopting a baby.

Then again, while waiting for Little Bit this last year, God brought me back here to Luke 1.  And I was reminded of God’s faithfulness.  I was reminded that I could trust Him and believe in His promise.

And this morning…here I sit.  And in front of me is this word about Mary and how God “will bless her because she believed that God would do what He said.”

Y’all I know God has blessed me.  I have the most gorgeous, amazing, tender-hearted 5 year old boy in the world and now I have a 6 month old little boy who makes my heart explode every time I look at him.  On top of that I have an amazing and godly husband.  Wow!

But when I look at this verse it’s so hard for me.  I know that I believe God will do what he say’s.  I KNOW it because He has done it time and again.  But if I were to say to you that God has blessed me because I believed what he said I would feel like I was being… haughty , for lack of a better word here.

But it’s not haughty.  It’s truth.  Why do I struggle with this?  Do you struggle with this?

I don’t think we are meant to.

I think (and this is what my sweet friend and mentor said to me once) that I have a problem accepting God’s blessings.  Like I feel guilty sometimes when I know he is blessing me.

Growing up, my Dad wasn’t in the picture and when he was it wasn’t healthy or good.  My mom was a single mom who worked 2 jobs.  My grandmother helped her raise us every other weekend and during the summers when my Dad was supposed to have us.  My point is that my sister and I weren’t raised receiving gifts.  It just wasn’t apart of our lives.

Now I’m not talking birthdays and Christmas here.  These are holidays where giving and getting gifts is what you do.

I’m talking about gifts for no reason other then someone wants to lavish there love on you in the form of something special and tangible that you can see and touch and feel.  A gift that is a reminder of that person’s love for you for no reason other then you are you and they love you because of that.

Am I making sense?  I hope so.  Because I feel like a light bulb went off for me this morning.

I think that sometimes I push God’s blessings away.  Meaning also that sometimes I push God’s expression of love for me away because I feel like I’m unworthy.

I’m just Melissa.  People don’t give ME gifts just because.  People do that for other people.  So God shouldn’t bless me just because, right? Surely he wouldn’t give us a second BABY.  Surely he wouldn’t PROVIDE a way for us to adopt twice, maybe 3 times someday.  Surely he wouldn’t….

And when he does I should keep it to myself because maybe other people will think I’m boasting or being prideful.  When really I should tell the whole world so they will know that THIS IS WHO GOD IS!

God LAVISHES his love on us.  He does this sometimes through unexpected and undeserved blessings.

This is our father.  This is my Dad!  He gives me gifts sometimes for no reason other then I am his little girl and he wants to see me smile.  Not because he has to.  But because IT IS WHO HE IS.

So I’m thinking that this is something big.  Something I need to talk to him more about.  I’m thinking it would make Him happy if I gladly accepted his gifts – just like I would feel when giving my children gifts for no reason other then I love them and want to see them smile and happy and feel loved like crazy.

Adoption is hard but adoption is beautiful – part 2

I’m continuing the story of Little Bit today.  If you have missed part 1 of our journey bringing him home you can read it here.

On a side note… I gotta tell you, Bart is so happy that I am doing part 2 because he is ready to move past that awful and depressing picture of me from the last post.  He hated seeing that picture.  I should have him write a bit about this from his perspective as a husband and a father.  The experience for us both was so similar,of course but also so different!

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Writing about this time in our journey with Little Bit is probably the hardest.  There is pain here of course.  But I struggle also with guilt.  Guilt because going into this time we were told it was completely a “respite” care situation. When we picked him up that Tuesday afternoon it was only for 2 to 3 weeks, to help birth mom out and then we would take him back. We told Little B, our oldest, that we were babysitting.  He knew it was the baby that we didn’t get.  We didn’t hide it from him that even though we were hurting, this baby needed help.  This Birth Mom needed help.  We wanted him to know that was much more important.

And that battled with my heart.  Day in and day out. I went into this with a wall up.  I told myself I would not be emotional about “this baby.”  We were babysitting and that was all.

But the problem I faced was how do you not love a child that God already created the love for in your heart before that child even took his first breath?

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I don’t think you can.  I don’t think I was meant to.

I was trying to be practical and smart.  I was trying to protect myself and my family.  I didn’t want my oldest son to fall in love with this baby either.  I didn’t want Bart to be worried about me everyday, that I would fall in love with this baby only to be hurt… again… in 3 more weeks.  Then he would have to carry that all over again as well.

Do you see it?  I see it so clearly… now!  I was trying to control it all.  I was trying to be smart.  I was viewing it from my perspective. But my heart was truly meant to love this little boy.  It wasn’t meant to have it’s guard up with him.

Crazy but it was so easy for me this time around to trust God in the waiting.  But when Little Bit was here and it didn’t look or feel the way I thought it was going to or should…I found myself lacking.

One of my closest friends told me recently that she was really worried about me during this time.  She said that I sounded different.  I sounded defeated.  She said she had never heard me or seen me without hope until this period of time.  That says A LOT because she was with me during one of the other hardest times – when we were waiting for God to bring us Brennan.  She had seen me in pain before.  But this was different she said.

We tried to keep our daily routine normal.  Like we didn’t have a newborn in the house but yet we did.  I didn’t want us to feel like a family that just had a baby.  Because we didn’t.  Even though we did.

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I took all of these pictures with my phone so that I could send them to my family in Memphis.  I’m kinda smiling in this one.  But I think what I wanted to really be doing was either sleeping or crying.

What I don’t have pictures of is Little Bit crying.  Between 2 and 3 weeks he got really colicky.  The ONLY thing that helped him was bouncing.  Praise the Lord for Mandy bringing me her yoga ball. That thing and I were best friends.  You would find us bouncing on the ball pretty much every hour on the hour EVERY day for 2 months.  I don’t ever want a yoga ball in my house again thank you very much!

I’m making light of it, really y’all.  I hate saying this out loud.  But I feel like it’s important to share.  Little Bit hasn’t been an “easy” baby.  When the days and nights were filled with colicky cry’s and I was suffering from exhaustion and now I think maybe a bit of depression, I really had it out with God.

Here is this baby, that I prayed for every day before he was born.  I loved him before he was born.  I grieved over losing him.  And now here he is.. in my arms…but yet he isn’t mine.

I remember thinking one late night or early morning rocking him in the rocker… I wanted to kiss him as a mother would kiss her son, like I would kiss Little B when he hurts, like I wanted to kiss this sweet baby…but he wasn’t my son. I cried, literally, to God that this was a really cruel joke.

I wasn’t only exhausted and depressed, I was also angry.

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Then my mom flew down.

Oh my goodness y’all, I didn’t realize how much a woman in her mid-thirties could still use her Mom until my mom got  here.  What a relief.

I had her hold the baby because I was holding him too much and really starting to enjoy it and I couldn’t.  I made sure though that she knew she couldn’t get attached either. Yeah right!

She stayed for a week?  Maybe a week and a half.  I actually don’t remember.  I’m telling you, it really is kind of a blur. But she stayed up with him and fed him and I slept.  She cleaned and I slept.  She bounced him and I slept.

While she was here our case-worker called to schedule the day we would bring Little Bit to the office to give back to birth mom.  We didn’t admit it but we were hoping that Birth Mom would have changed her mind and that we wouldn’t ever have to go back to the office.

It didn’t work that way…

Diy IHOP Baby Shower

How to host a DIY IHOP Baby Shower by Just Melissa
This weekend I got to host a special baby shower.  Now let me make a disclaimer that “hosting” is not my thing.  Many are natural “hostesses” and “party planners”.  Some were so blessed to have received this as their spiritual gift. That is not me!  The minute I know I am going to be hosting something, even months and months before, I begin to stress and break out in hives.  Not really, but kinda.

How to host a modern DIY IHOP Baby Shower by Just Melissa
However, there comes a time when a shower must be thrown and you are the one that should throw it.  And you want to throw it.  But your scared to throw it.But then…the clouds part and God shines his light upon you!  You flip through some magazine and see that Kourtney Kardashian’s girlfriends threw her a cute little pajama baby shower at IHOP!  Your sweet sweet friend just so happens to LOVE pancakes.  She also happens to LOVE wearing pajama’s.  She’s also having her third baby so it’s totally acceptable to throw all the traditions out the window!

Praise Jesus!

How to host a modern DIY IHOP Baby Shower by Just Melissa
I think some of the reason this idea appealed to me is because planning a shower as a whole is overwhelming.  You have to make a food list.  You have to think of decorations.  You have to clean the house.  You have to think of food presentation, you have to figure out where everyone is gonna sit…  But with the IHOP shower, you have everything concerning the food already done.  Everyone sits at the table that’s already there at the restaurant.All I had to concern myself with was decorations.  And I love decorations!  And I love DIYing decorations.

How to host a modern DIY IHOP Baby Shower by Just Melissa

I met with my friends/shower co-hostesses and we came up with some ideas and who would get what.  We were able to have fun with it but still keep it simple since there is really only so much you need to do.

A lot of the decorations we already had on hand.  We were able to bring mason jars, burlap, twine, clothes pins all from home.  We bought fresh flowers to set out on the tables.

How to host a modern DIY IHOP Baby Shower by Just Melissa
We made the dreamcatcher and diaper cake.  Diapers are a common gift for baby showers.  We decided to make it part of the decorations.  I used burlap and scrap fabric that I already had on hand instead of decorating the diaper cake with flowers or toys or baby items.  I used this easy tutorial I found here.

How to host a modern DIY IHOP Baby Shower by Just Melissa
We pre-ordered the pancakes and had the coffee and juice on the table when everyone got there.  It was fabulous y’all. Pajama’s, pancakes and coffee!  I mean, really. It was so laid back and fun.  The waiter would come and check on us and refill our coffee.  The other girls and myself weren’t running around making sure everyone had everything they needed because IHOP did that for us!

How to host a modern DIY IHOP Baby Shower by Just Melissa
A gift I try to give at baby showers is a book. One of my favorites is Guess How Much I Love You!  So sweet y’all.Again, this was something that was a gift but we also implemented it into the decorations.  And to make it extra special, each one of us signed it with a special message to Baby “Nugget.”

For all you girls out there like me who aren’t natural hostess’s…this was THE shower to throw.  I even actually had fun at it myself.

I’d love to hear your thoughts on ways to simplify shower’s but still make them special.  I need the help!

Adoption is hard but adoption is beautiful – part 1

Let’s back up a bit today y’all…

I’ve skipped over quite a bit of Little Bit’s story between now and the time we were waiting to get THE CALL.  The main reason is because it was hard.  Like, harder then almost any of the hards we have had to deal with as a family.  Some of you who read all my ramblings here also follow me on Instagram and Facebook, so you already know the in between stuff.  But for those of you who don’t but know the story of my family from this blog I felt I needed to fill in the missing parts.

Because adoption is hard but adoption is also amazingly beautiful!

Adoption is hard but adoption is beautiful

Friday, September 19th was my grandmother’s, Mimi,  birthday.  We knew Little Bit was due around this time and I just kept thinking how cool it would be if Little Bit (who we were thinking at the time was Baby Girl) shared Mimi’s birthday.  I remember telling my dear friend Lisa that I just had a feeling the baby was going to come that weekend.  As we went to bed that Friday evening I realized that I was wrong and my baby wouldn’t share Mimi’s birthday.

And then at 12:30 am on Saturday, September 20th we got THE CALL.  Birth mom was headed to the hospital and in labor.

BUT… don’t go to the hospital yet, our case-worker told us.  This was totally shocking because all along the plan was for us to be there.  She wanted us to be there, in the room, when baby was born.  We wanted to be there too of course.  That was the plan!


Needless to say we never went back to bed.  We also never went to the hospital.  A lot of texts were going back and forth from then until the next morning.  Then at around 9 am the woman who runs the agency called me.  I knew the second I heard her say, “hey melissa” what the rest of the conversation would be about.

“She changed her mind.  She wants to keep the baby.  And it wasn’t a girl, it was a boy by the way.”

So after I told Bart the update we told our 5 year old.  He took it alright.  Mostly he was concerned why mommy couldn’t quit crying.

The weekend went on.  I wanted to stay in bed and be alone and cry.

BUT… I was surprised out how blessed we felt by our friends here that we now consider family!  They showed up.  Literally showed up at our door.  They wouldn’t let us be alone to suffer alone.  I truly experienced God’s blessing that day, as hard as it was, when our friends helped us carry our heavy heavy burden!

I want you to hear me though BECAUSE IF ANYTHING THIS BLOG IS REAL.  I am real!  I am telling you I felt God’s blessing but I am not telling you it was easy and I was fine and God made it all better.  I went to bed that night after our friends left with tears still falling.  I stayed home the next day and cried some more.

But in the pain and in the HARD God was still there right beside us.  It was okay for us to hurt and be sad and mad and confused.  God understood.  God comforted!

God was also still at work.


On Monday, our case worker called and after checking on how we were doing asking how we would feel if birth mom needed us to keep the baby in respite care.  Basically if she needed temporary help, someone to take the baby in their home, for a few weeks.  My only response was that we wouldn’t even think about it until we got that phone call.

So the very next day, Tuesday afternoon as my husband was at work, we got that call.  She realized after coming home from the hospital with baby and also her 1 and a half year old that it was too hard.  But she wasn’t saying she wanted to place him for adoption, she was just asking for help.

I won’t go in to the long conversation we had, then the conversation Bart and I had, then the conversation we had with some of our close and trusted friends.  Just know that it wasn’t a light decision.  But the end result was we decided to HELP her and help that little baby temporarily.

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After our 5 year olds first soccer practice, we met our case worker in the Whataburger parking lot.  She got Little Bit out of the car.  He was 3 and a half days old.  He smelled like an ash tray and looked like a little wrinkly old man in a babies body. If you wanna know what we were feeling I can’t really tell you.  I really think we were kinda in a state of shock honestly.  I mean really the culmination of losing a baby and then a few days later getting that baby boy that you thought was going to be yours but wasn’t and also thought was going to be a girl but wasn’t just really put us in a place of just doing.  I don’t know if we were really feeling if that makes any sense.

But God was working.  Our plans had fallen apart.  God’s plan hadn’t…

Lewis (party of four)

A friend of mine sent us a Christmas card this year addressed to “Lewis (party of four).”  It was sweet.  But seeing those words written on paper really did something to me.  It’s funny, when you foster and when you adopt, the paperwork seems endless.  Your reading words and words and words and signing your name over and over and over.

But seeing that small white envelope that read “Lewis (party of four)” was like a confirmation in my heart that this is real.  It’s really happening.


God has blessed me with so much.  I was thinking today that the most amazing blessings came from some of the hardest journey’s I’ve had to take.  These blessings have been both what God has taught me and how I grew from that and these blessings have been some pretty amazing gifts… my husband, my son, and now a second son.

All three of those are blessings that came after struggling with some pretty difficult things for me.  But I wonder – if I hadn’t had the struggle first, would I appreciate the blessing as much as I do?

I don’t know but I do know that God knows what He is doing.  The journey to Little Bit was not an easy one.  But oh my goodness was it worth it.

I laugh at the thought that I tried so hard to keep my guard up with him. To not fall in love with him during those first couple of months of thinking we were just temporarily caring for him.  But the moment Bart and I decided we were supposed to fight for him – it was like all that love that I didn’t acknowledge was instantly there and he was ours.  Y’all – there really isn’t a way to explain it.

It’s supernatural.  It’s what adoption is.  It’s what God did for us.


You think that you are only capable of so much but thank goodness God knows better!  I get to kiss these sweet little toes every day now.

Yesterday we sang “Oceans” at church.  I had shared with y’all how singing worship songs helped get me through the waiting for Little Bit (at the time we thought it was Baby Girl. Little turkey tricked us).  It was hard waiting and not knowing where his birth mom was and what she was doing.  This was one of those songs that pierced me and was a go to on the bad days.  My favorite verse from the song is this…

“Your grace abounds in deepest waters.

Your sovereign hand will be my guide.”

The deeper I felt I was sinking the more and more grace he provided.  What a precious precious thing he does for us!

Baby Lewis Dos Update


I’m sorry for the lack of updates here y’all. To be truthful, these last two months have been some of the hardest and the last thing I wanted to do was talk about it. Especially because it felt like that’s all I was doing. I was so sick of me.

If you have been following me on my Facebook page then you know when Little Bit (that’s the name we called him) was three weeks, we meet up with birth mom to give him back. But after meeting with her and her seeing him and holding him she just wasn’t ready. So, we came back home with Little Bit. But for how much longer we didn’t know. And we were quickly falling head over heals for him.

That’s when I went off the grid and started to really isolate myself here and within my circle of friends. I just didn’t know what God was doing and it was so hard.

I was at that place where I had to live day to day and chose to believe what I knew was true not what I was actually feeling. Man y’all, my head and my heart were so at war with each other. Every day I was holding this sweet little baby and he wasn’t mine.

I had prayed for him for so long. Here he was. In my arms. But not mine.

It felt like a cruel joke.

Then this past Tuesday something happened. I had just finished feeding Little Bit and was watching him stare at the angel wings (which he does a lot. One day he will know they were painted for him as I prayed for angels to protect over him). And instead of that scripture from Psalm 91 that was constantly on my heart for him, Jeremiah 29:11 immediately came to my mind.

It was one of those precious moments that you’ll always remember, ya know? It was as if I heard God respond to my question , “What are you doing here God?” And he said, “I know the plans I have for him Melissa. And they are good plans. Trust my plans. Trust me.”

Right after that moment our case worker called and was urgent that we have a phone call with the lady who runs the agency that afternoon. My mind went to the worst place it could go but I kept hearing what God had just said to me. Finally, late that afternoon we got the news that birth mom had called and asked to come in that Thursday to sign over her rights.

She wanted us to adopt Little Bit!

This was good news. Amazing news. But we had heard it a few times already so we couldn’t get our hopes up again until the papers were signed.

This past Thursday morning FINALLY got here and starting at 11 am our caseworker was texting us a play by play.

“She’s on her way”. “She’s still not here.” “She just got here and is reading over the papers.” “She signed them. It’s done!”

Little B, Little Bit and I had been out that afternoon and were eating lunch at McDonalds (don’t start judging me now) with our close friend Mandy. I’m so grateful she was there when we got that one final text and she was able to capture that moment!

We are now beginning the adoption process for Little Bit. He is ours! Little B is finally a big brother! Baby Lewis Dos is here to stay!

Thank you for all of your continued prayers. You will never now how much we truly needed them and I have no doubt they are what helped me get through these last two months. We are so grateful!

This Thanksgiving takes on a whole new meaning for me as I have walked this road and God has continued to walk by my side, more often then not, carrying me along the way.

We are grateful!


It just got real

The realness of adoption. Loving a baby you haven't met and the risk's that come along with it. But it's all worth it. It's as though your faith is being proved in the fire!

(waiting to be fingerprinted for approval to foster and adopt)

I’m just gonna tell (warn) you now, this might be all over the place.  This isn’t one of those well thought out post.  I haven’t sent it off to someone to proof or give to my husband to see if it makes sense or if it’s just plain dumb.

This is just me.  All me.

We are in the final week(s) of waiting for Baby Girl.  We were told she was due around the first week of September.

Here we are.  September 1.  Labor Day. Hah.

If you read my last post on our adoption journey, you know that once August hit, I haven’t been sleeping well.  We were also told they suspected birth mom would go into labor early for several reasons.  So the waiting game has really been in high gear for me since August.

But it’s now September.  I woke up yesterday and today the same.  Still dark outside.  The house quiet.  My heart heavier then I’ve ever felt.  I woke up with the feeling that I’m crying.  Not because I “just know” something.  I know how some people get that feeling and they just know.  I have been there before myself.  But this is because I DON’T KNOW anything.  I don’t know if birth mom has changed her mind.  I don’t know if she has had Baby Girl already.  I don’t know if she is just chillin’ on the streets somewhere in Houston waiting for labor pains to come on and then give us a call.  I DON’T KNOW ANYTHING!

I just know there is a Baby Girl.  I know she is due around now.  I know that I have given a piece of my heart to her.

You see, when you foster (and even when you adopt too – but it’s not as talked about because you aren’t planning or even thinking really that you will give them back even though it’s a risk for a while) you are told that these kids NEED your love.  They haven’t had a stable, constant, unconditional love in their life.  And that is what they need the most.  So when you go into Foster Care, you are told that part of that includes loving this child without holding back knowing you may not have this child forever.

I get that now.  Really get it.

I have tried, really I have, to guard my heart since we got the phone call  June 1st.  I’ve been through this now three times.  The first one, we lost a baby girl the week that she was due.

The second… well , the second was evidence that we could all see here on earth that God is God and is faithful in His promises and that NOTHING is impossible for Him! We are now a family of three!  Amen!

Here we are now.  Number three.  Where do I go with this?  I tried not to get my hopes up BUT I also want to have complete faith.

Apparently Faith is my thing too!  It’s what I’m good it.  It’s what my “spiritual gift” is.

And here I thought I had already learned so much.  Had already been refined.

He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Jesus Christ. ~ Phil 1:6

Yes.  Yes this is definitely true.  As I woke up this morning with my heart feeling like it was aching, I had a picture of something like gold being held in the fire. This is a picture of our faith.  Our faith is like silver & gold.  But gold has to be held to the fire to be refined before it is perfected and useful.  If you attend church somewhere I’m sure this isn’t new news to you. You’ve heard many times from your pastor how your faith will be tested in the fire.

If you don’t go to a church maybe you haven’t heard it put that way.  Maybe you’ve felt it but didn’t quite know what it was.

These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold–though your faith is far more precious than mere gold. So when your faith remains strong through many trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world. ~1 Peter 1:7

Pure gold put in the fire comes out of it proved pure; genuine faith put through this suffering comes out proved genuine. When Jesus wraps this all up, it’s your faith, not your gold, that God will have on display as evidence of his victory. ~1 Peter 1:7 (The Message)

For you, God, tested us; you refined us like silver. ~Psalm 66:10

I don’t know what the outcome of this will be.  I don’t know if she will call us or if she has changed her mind.

I know I love this Baby Girl completely already.  Just like when my sister was pregnant with my two nieces.  I prayed for them and didn’t realize how much I loved them already until I saw their faces for the first time.

It was that way with the first little girl we lost.  It was that way with Little B!  And it’s the same now.

Maybe this won’t work.  I will be heart-broken.

For a while.

But God will still be God and He will still have good planned for me.  His promise is still true.

“For my thoughts are not your thoughts,
    neither are your ways my ways,”
declares the Lord.

“As the heavens are higher than the earth,
    so are my ways higher than your ways
    and my thoughts than your thoughts.

As the rain and the snow
    come down from heaven,
and do not return to it
    without watering the earth
and making it bud and flourish,
    so that it yields seed for the sower and bread for the eater,

so is my word that goes out from my mouth:
    It will not return to me empty,
but will accomplish what I desire
    and achieve the purpose for which I sent it.

You will go out in joy
    and be led forth in peace;
the mountains and hills
    will burst into song before you,
and all the trees of the field
    will clap their hands.

Instead of the thorn bush will grow the juniper,
    and instead of briers the myrtle will grow.
This will be for the Lord’s renown,
    for an everlasting sign,
    that will endure forever. ” ~Isaiah 55: 8-13

Would you please pray for us?  Pray for Baby Girl and Birth mom?  I won’t ever be able to tell you how much it means to us!  But your prayers are priceless and we need them.

You know, writing this all out, my most messiest of thoughts and emotions, is not easy to do.  I battle here with my mind telling me it’s silly and my heart knowing how others sharing their stories is what may help encourage and inspire someone else. I was reminded about that recently by someone I know who reads this small little space on the www.  It’s incredibly humbling!  I just want you to know I appreciate all the time you spend here reading my words.

How he defines himself

Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. ~Brennan Manning

Just Melissa: How He Defines Himself
You. Guys. This just got real! What happened?  Where does the time go?  I know a lot of you reading this have little one’s in school.  Several just sent there’s off for the first time.  Can I just tell you… oh my stars!  There really aren’t words to describe it is there?  You mom’s know. That’s your baby!  That’s my baby I just sent out into the BIG REAL WORLD all by himself. We struggled (well I struggled really) all summer with whether to wait one more year.  With a July birthday, he will be the youngest.  I’ve gotten lots of advice from wise people I respect.  Some say hold him off.  Boys mature slower and waiting one more year will be better.  Some said to go ahead, it will be great for him.  He is so smart he will love it. I prayed, prayed hard.  Bart knew my issue was really more of a letting go issue and not really an issue of having peace about the decision.  I came to terms with that myself.


So…we now have a Kindergartner!  Ah, did I just say that? I know this sounds silly, but really y’all.  Wasn’t this just yesterday?


Look at that sweet boy walking to preschool for the first time.  That little Buzz backpack was bigger then he was. But you know, he is so excited.  And I am really excited for him.  We love his teacher!  I have such a tremendous LOVE for teachers now that I have a child of my own in their care all week. School really is a big deal.  They learn so much.  They grow so much.  But my prayer for Little B is that he learns and grows and remembers what life is really about.  I want him to know that being respectful and obeying is important.  I want him to know that working hard is important. But above all, it’s who you are that matters.  Bart and I care less about straight A’s and more about how he see’s himself and the influence he goes on to make.  We care more about him discovering God’s love for him and that God has a plan for him and less about him measuring up to the world’s version of success.  We pray that as Brennan leaves the shelter of our home and enters the world, that he is a light!  We are the primary influence in his life, the school is there to assist us in his learning.


So I don’t have to be scared.  I don’t have to worry.  God will protect him.  He will guide us as parents just as he will guide Brennan’s steps. I don’t believe it starts when they are older.  I believe it starts know. As Brennan was walking to his classroom yesterday, I asked him if he remembered the song he learned and performed last year in Preschool.  ” Of Course!” he said.

“Don’t let anyone look down on you because you are young.  Be an example for believers.”

This is who we are.  This is my prayer for him each day as he enters those doors.  Well, and that he has fun!


I don’t really see that being a problem though!