Anxieties – Poem by Aaron Blakeley

Anxieties – Poem by Aaron Blakeley

|Christianity|Aaron Blakeley

Anxieties - A poem by Aaron Blakeley

Every morning I awake to a fresh new day A gift from God in every way It is early and I step my feet to old carpet Avoid the spots I know are bad so I can ignore them The water comes on oh yeah the shower leaks under the tile So I smile and reach out with open arms towards God hoping for a lift Cast all my anxieties on him When they cling ...

Poem: Sing Into The Dark

Sing into the dark

|The oil from pressed homes|Aaron Blakeley

Poem - Sing Into The Dark - Aaron Blakeley

I am no singer My voice is rough-hewn Cut from untrained ears Practitioner of nill This voice deep of wood Found a song to sing Soothing the young and hard They from dark circumstance Tears like embered ash Fall and sizzle on cheeks Clenched teeth and red-faced The oil from pressed homes With my voice I scold With my voice I sooth With my voice I correct With my voice I love Strong arms lift pressure ...


That resolution must be willing and able to say "no matter what I will shoulder your hurts, your wrongs, your past and help you forge a future out of that." It is a resolution that must stem from the supernatural working of God.

|From Repentence|Aaron Blakeley

Jesus is the Sin Eater He is the sanctifier. The gnashing of his teeth was the crushing of death and his final cry "it is finished" gave way to The Way. His resurrection is our redemption. If we are called to take up his cross surely, our little ones will benefit from our redemption.

Compassion Fatigue

indifference to charitable appeals on behalf of those who are suffering, experienced as a result of the frequency or number of such appeals.

|An attempt to encourage myself|Aaron Blakeley

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”607″ img_size=”large” alignment=”right” style=”vc_box_circle_2″][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Have you ever cared for someone deeply but felt that care erodes away at everything you might have given them. Deep-seated love gives way to a feeling of enviable annoyance and bitter resentment. Maybe the same things have been said with calm love but suddenly come out in frustrated yelling. Perhaps you have expectations that continually go unmet. Maybe the effort it would take to express your needs was consumed doing ...

Those Fond Memories

Look really closely it's there! The swirling galaxies of your own child's potential, the hand of God is still on the pen.

|A moment of lucidity|Aaron Blakeley

I often sit and remember my son as a baby, one to two years old. Just full of wonder and whimsy. The thing that this does in me surprises me. I can feel my longing to see him. To see his smile again. Maybe to remind him that he is dearly loved. This is not something you have with your foster and adoptive children. You might have some very painful first memories. Like the time ...

I Am On Your Team

If you are afraid will you step forward. If you hate your job will you still do it with your eyes to the Lord. If your child reminds you of the bully you dealt with in middle school.

|A place of great suffering and triumph|Aaron Blakeley

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”602″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text] It is very easy to get caught up in an, “us against them mentality” when parenting. Children who have personalities all their own who might be predisposed to grate your own can be wonderful challenges. Recently it was impressed upon me that our circumstance is not our cross to bare rather it is our attitude towards the circumstance. If you are afraid will you step forward. If you hate your job ...

A Strange Mixture

A Strange Mixture

|Fatherhood|Aaron Blakeley

So it is happening, the first set of foster children we have helped are finishing their cases and going home. All have been wonderful kids that I am so thankful came to live with us for a time. Others have been more challenging than others. Out of these lives we have had an astonishing opportunity to touch, comes something new. A mixture of emotions, terribly sad and joyously relieved is a blend I am finding ...

With Small Clinched Fists

Sometimes it will be shown with those small clinched fists, white knuckled and flushed skin. Maybe there will be tears maybe there won't be.

|Children From Hard Places|Aaron Blakeley

One of the things that we often say in our house is “I love all the people here. If you pick on someone I love, then I will have to correct you.” The kids don’t always get this at first. Rage and hurts get dealt out randomly and at the point of pain for these little ones. As a parent what does this look like? Could look like many things. What I see the most ...

Unified and Unique

As the body of Christ our family is knit together in a beautiful medley of flesh and sinew, blood and bone, biological and adoptive.

|A family of many|Aaron Blakeley

[vc_row][vc_column][vc_single_image image=”576″ img_size=”large” alignment=”center”][/vc_column][/vc_row][vc_row][vc_column][vc_column_text]Individuality and family unity go hand in hand. My oldest son is nine years old. He is currently in the foster system. He brings a dynamic to our house that is like a sine wave, lots of ups and downs. One of the frequent sticking points for him reveals itself in its purest form by a phrase he utters only in his most fearful and angry moments. “You love your real son ...