Five Doors. One Room
Chief Executive Orphan
August 9, 2026
Every human being who has ever lived has asked, in one form or another, the same five questions. You may
Every human being who has ever lived has asked, in one form or another, the same five questions. You may
“Now my husband will love me…” (Genesis 29:32) There’s a raw, deeply human ache in the story of Leah that
“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” —Proverbs 4:23 Every river has a source.
We live in an age of extraordinary connection and increasing loneliness. People can communicate instantly across the globe, yet many
When Spiritual Orphans Trade Transformation for Belonging Christianity was never meant to be comfortable. The first followers of Christ didn’t
Those of us learning to live as recovering orphans often ache to prove that our lives have meaning. We hustle
Scripture: “God sets the lonely in families.” — Psalm 68:6 We live in an age of unprecedented connection—and unbearable disconnection.
An empty chair invites belonging. I used to be the one who filled the empty chair. At the Balls’ house
When you grow up in foster care, you learn the language of doors. Front doors that open with casseroles and
Every human being who has ever lived has asked, in one form or another, the same five questions. You may
“Now my husband will love me…” (Genesis 29:32) There’s a raw, deeply human ache in the story of Leah that
“Above all else, guard your heart, for everything you do flows from it.” —Proverbs 4:23 Every river has a source.
We live in an age of extraordinary connection and increasing loneliness. People can communicate instantly across the globe, yet many
When Spiritual Orphans Trade Transformation for Belonging Christianity was never meant to be comfortable. The first followers of Christ didn’t
Those of us learning to live as recovering orphans often ache to prove that our lives have meaning. We hustle
Scripture: “God sets the lonely in families.” — Psalm 68:6 We live in an age of unprecedented connection—and unbearable disconnection.
An empty chair invites belonging. I used to be the one who filled the empty chair. At the Balls’ house
When you grow up in foster care, you learn the language of doors. Front doors that open with casseroles and
