In God’s Hands

It shows itself at such unexpected times, this matter of trauma. When life is good, and we are happy, laughing, talking about all of life’s hopes and possibilities, suddenly tears stream down his face and he asks, “Why did I get this life? Why didn’t I die?”


Sometimes I forget how close to the surface those thoughts will always be for him. Experiencing starvation, and orphaned by disease, those traumas never completely fade. I wish I had all the answers for him when he wrestles with this mixture of gain and loss.

I hold him close and whisper, “It wasn’t your time, Sweetheart. All the days ordained for you were written in God’s book before one of them came to be.(Psalm 139:16) He has plans for your life. Plans to give you hope and a future. (Jeremiah 29:11)”

He wonders aloud what his life’s purpose will be, and I remind him, “There is plenty of time.”, and I thank God for every ounce of time that He has granted me, to be these sweet boys’ Momma.

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Time is in God’s hands.


The Hog on the Fence Post, and Other Hearing-Loss Blunders

For my first Five Minute Friday post in quite some time, the word is, coincidentally,


“Hello sweet thing.” They weren’t exactly strange words to hear. He was my boyfriend after all. But what was strange were the words I thought I heard…

“Hello wheat thin.” What?! Why on earth would my boyfriend call me a wheat thin?!

It was the first moment when reality sunk in…

“I am hearing impaired.”

That Christmas my Aunt drew my name for gag-gift giving and gave me a bag of Wheat Thins with the words “Welcome to the club” written across it. Our hearing loss is genetic, passed along from one generation to the next… gradual loss beginning in our late teens to early 20’s, and potentially continuing until complete deafness. My sister, my mom, aunts, uncles, grandpa; a whole club of us. But at least we could laugh together. They all understood, because we each had our own first moment.

My uncle’s first always gives me a good giggle: It was while driving in the car with his dad, who pointed to a passing fence line saying “look at that hog on the fence post” and my uncle thought, “Really? How would a hog even get up there? Or balance?” (Envision it friends, and giggle with me.) Until he saw the perched hawk dart back into the sky. And that was his moment of accepting reality…  “I am hearing impaired.”

20-ish years ago my grandpa was the first in our family to have the incredible blessing of receiving a cochlear implant, and he experienced the joy of hearing the birds sing again. Eventually his children received the same blessing. And now this 3rd generation of my family is beginning to experience the same emotional joy; my sister received the cochlear implant just before Christmas. For the first time in more than 20 years she is able to communicate without reading lips.

A peek into our normal:

CAN YOU READ MY LIPS? from Little Moving Pictures on Vimeo.


My nephew put this touching video together, which captured my sister’s first moments of sound with her implant. May it bless you with great appreciation for the simple gift of hearing.


File Jan 02, 7 49 04 PM from Stacy Pelzl on Vimeo.


God is good! All the time!

Shared from my heart ~ Stacy

You Say Goodbye, I Say Hello.

Goodbye blessed Christmas. Hello exciting New Year.

96bd818d-525f-4e17-a5b9-360e23220b71I’ve been blogging since 2008, which I suppose makes me old in blog years. It began as a way to document our first adoption, and eventually our next adoption. The posts may be fewer with those days behind us, but this site still brings me joy, so I continue to share my heart into the next year. 2016… welcome! After the fullness of the year behind, may simplicity be your theme.

Happy New Year All!

Shared from my heart~ Stacy