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I watched her as she carefully walked through the front door, making sure her hair covered her face just enough so no one would notice her black eye and the cuts all over her face.Child services brought her inside, she sat quietly on the sofa as I signed the papers and asked DINAF how long she would be staying. I ever so slightly peeked my head around the corner of the kitchen wall to see what she was doing. I began to see tears fall down her face; I could tell she was in an immense amount of pain.DINAF had informed me that her mother beat her and cut her with a knife. She had stitches from a gash on her wrist, cuts, bruises, and other marks all over her body from what her mother had done to her. My eyes began to fill with tears as I slowly applied...

  The other day as one of my girls was having a visit with her bio mom, I was hit with another heart-breaking truth of foster care. I can never make it right. Even if one day I am fortunate enough to be able to adopt her, that doesn’t make her past and the brokenness of her situation go away. I will never be her bio mom. I like to think that blood doesn’t matter, that it’s all about the love, care, and presence given. But that’s not true. They both matter. I will never be able to share the same things and have the same connection with her as her bio mom. I can never change her past. She’s three years old and I struggle to explain to her how she has two moms. My heart breaks again as I think, “How will I explain to her that her mother didn’t want her? That...

Dear Reader,I feel it is so important that you know and hear the full story of Centro de Paso and my new house with the 4 little girls who had no where else to go. So with that being said, here it is…Before I moved to Honduras I had said “yes” to Matt and Marianne, but most importantly I had said “yes” to God. I would help start and fund Centro de Paso, the crisis care center. This home is for children who have been severely mistreated or are in a crisis situation. We work with and only take children through DINAF (Honduran Child Services). DINAF had been asking Matt and Marianne for quite some time to start up a Crisis Care Center. We knew this was something God was calling us to do, so I moved down in January of 2016 to start up this program. God provided everything I...

We’re loving all the “firsts” that the past two weeks have brought our way. We've been busy setting up house, buyings groceries and SIM cards, and setting up Honduran phone numbers.   Our grocery store is quite the change from the Piggly Wiggly in Manchester, GA.The grocery store even has an aisle labeled "gourmet products.  This is where they shelve the Spam!!At first we were excited to see the real maple syrup that we buy in the States on the shelf here in Honduras.  Then we saw the $24 price tag and abandoned our high syrup standards in favor of the cheap stuff on the bottom shelf. After our first checkout at our little Wal-mart owned market, Dean and our friend Jaden stopped to process the whole  experience.  My receipt reminded me of home.  Two weeks in, Dean has mastered the meat counter.  IN SPANISH, EVEN!  Here, he's ordering 15 leg quarters...

Lots of people have asked questions about the dog, so I thought I’d share a little bit about our very special family member, Max.  Max joined Team Robinson in April 2014.  Before coming to live with us, Max was loved by friends of ours who felt like the farm and the family at our place would give him wide open spaces, abundant entertainment, and extravagant attention.  They were right! Max is almost 4 years old now.  He’s a hairy and happy goldendoodle who has a very important job with Team Robinson.  Before I show you how adorable he is, I want to share a story about something that happened on Thursday at the airport and a few other long, rambling thoughts, if you don’t mind. My story begins just after we survived security.  We all quickly put our shoes back on, headed down the escalator and elevator, and were waiting...

    I’ve loved the song “Oceans” by Hillsong since the very first time I heard it. I’ve sung the song many times and always meant the words that I was singing, but it hit me on a much deeper level tonight. “Spirit lead me where my trust is without borders Let me walk upon the waters Wherever You would call me Take me deeper than my feet could ever wander And my faith will be made stronger In the presence of my Savior” I sang these words tonight with a little girl on my hip. A little girl who just yesterday had a visit with biological relatives that they plan to reintegrate her with, potentially in the very near future. A little girl whom I love as my very own, whom I can’t imagine life without, and who can’t imagine life without me. And another little girl holding my hand, who is in the process of being declared...

I can’t believe we are here in Honduras!!!  In my very best dreams, today couldn’t have gone better.  So many people teamed up to make today as smooth as possible, and we are beyond thankful. Everyone woke up at 3:00 in a good mood and cooperative.  My precious friend Andrea had picked up our luggage yesterday, so when 4:30 rolled around we just prayed, loaded up, and left.  We had first class transportation to the airport via our County Line Church bus, with Pastor Bill in the driver’s seat and dear friends who got up before the crack of dawn to ride with us to Atlanta. Our church family has loved us so well and it was awesome to see them just before leaving the country. Our friends, Andrea and Kent, got to the airport with our luggage a few minutes before we did.  They had already notified Delta of...

The final 48 was full of last minute errands, a few unexpected “incidents”, and intense speed packing.  Dean’s last day of work was Monday and mine was Tuesday.  I breezed out of the house this morning at 7:30 hollering directions for the day over my shoulder as I flew out the door, truly hoping I would come home to 13 sealed pieces of luggage and an organized house to leave behind.  About 11:00 dear friends arrived for attempt two at wrestling our hog Pork Chop into a cattle trailer. FYI – Blake Robinson has now listed hog wrestling to his multi-talented resume. The Carlisles took one for the team and welcomed our Pork Chop to their little farm.  He’s one fine hog!  Dean picked me up at my office at 4:30, and we headed for one last Walmart run. We pulled back into our driveway at 7:00 and the final...

Today I have a story to tell, but this story is not my own nor is it about me. This story is about two little girls and a God who strong enough to move mountains, a God whose love has proven to be deeper than the ocean.I have sat down and tried to write this blog numerous times, but the words were not flowing. I couldn’t think of how to type or put into words this story of my heart and two little girls I was called to foster.So bare with me as this is my best attempt try and put into words a story God is continuing to redeem and make new.This is the story of us April 15th, 2016I got a call saying two little girls ages 2 and 4 were on their way to the ministry, that their parents could not care for them, and there was...