I started this blog eight years ago, when it became clear that no one was going to come to our rescue.
At that time the issue was my adopted son, who had sexually assaulted some of my children and some of the other children we knew, was being released from the Texas juvenile system. He would not have to register. His crimes had been lessened in a plea bargain, and then they were to be sealed.
We lived in the house where he had lived, where he had hurt the children.
I started the blog because I didn’t own a gun. I started the blog so there would be a record.
It has become more than all of that, and (at least so far) we have survived.
I believe in writing. I believe words can stand where people have walked away. So that is what lighthouse is about–a blog about fosters
Pictures so rough there is no other place to take them.
Jesus became horror the day he died.
All those damned pictures
Of the terrible we do or become.
He becomes the damned
what if he had not?
Where would I go with this?
If all I had left was prone to burn
And God were just
A consuming fire?
Luke 23:44-45,48 NIV
 It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon,  for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two.  When all the people who had gathered to witness this sight saw what took place, they beat their breasts and went away.
The argument was about space-time manipulation. Wouldn’t he be able to fix them immediately? Couldn’t he move things instantly, not just travel between times? I like to think of you, in the room with the baby girl, talking in words only children can understand
Have there ever been friars here? Or caballos en el potrero, chico? I don’t know, I am afraid of this cathedral mountain, stone sacristy and holy of holies, a Wonder Wall above the pools, a picnic area where
Light would dwell
Who can dig and scrape and cajole this stone, this path? Light the wave, the pulse, the metaphor, the insistent presence, and somewhere, somehow we use it to call out to each other these great distances between