Love Without Borders: How Bold Faith Opens the Door to Embracing the Unexpected
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From the founder of This Gathered Nest YouTube channel, an uplifting story of Angela Braniff's unusual path to becoming the mother to seven children through various methods of adoption and biological approaches, encouraging women and mothers to embrace the unique purpose that God has put in their lives.
Angela’s love for life and her family radiates through everything she does. The Braniff household includes their two biological daughters, Kennedy, 12, and Shelby 10; Rosie, 7, who was adopted from China with Down syndrome; Noah, 7, adopted from Congo; Jonah 5, adopted domestically; and finally, Ivy and Amelia, their one year old twins who were adopted as embryos, and implanted in Angela, who gave birth to them. In fact, after the book was finished, they joyfully welcomed a new baby into their home, Benjamin, through adoption, making them now a family of ten!
Love Without Borders shares Angela's relatable, humorous, and honest view of motherhood. Angela chronicles her journey to discover God’s purpose for her life. For years she walked the safe, expected path, until one day she could feel God calling her to boldly step out and follow him into new places, which led her to raise a large, non-traditional family that looked different than she ever imagined.
It was a winding path to motherhood, complete with heartbreak from failed adoptions, challenging pregnancies, and secondary infertility, but through it all Angela found the unique adventure God had for her. She has shared her family’s stories on her popular YouTube channel, This Gathered Nest, and now invites us in to go deeper and listen to where God might be calling us to go and who we’ve been tasked with loving, no matter how unusual (or just plain crazy) it may sound! The beauty of God’s plan is he uses imperfect people to bring about perfectly beautiful stories.
Angela Braniff
The founder of the popular You Tube channel This Gathered Nest, Angela Braniff was named one of Buzzfeed's 14 Amazing Moms Who Also Happen To Be YouTube Stars in 2017. She is an adoption advocate, home school mom, content creator, podcast host, and adventure seeker. Angela is married to her high-school sweetheart and the mother of seven beautiful children. They live in Charlotte, North Carolina.
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Love Without Borders - Angela Braniff
Dedication
Only by His grace, all for His glory.
To my family—
I will always strive to love you better,
but please know
I couldn’t possibly love you more.
Contents
Cover
Title Page
Dedication
1. A Day in the Life
2. The Checklist Life
3. Our Meet Cute
4. A Mother Is Born
5. Dear God, Break My Heart
6. Kol Demama Daka
The Still, Small Voice
7. Moved to Action
8. Written in the Sand
9. This Is Africa
10. Fight, Flight, Freeze
11. Everything Changed
One World, Two Truths
12. When the Door Closes
13. Jehovah Jireh
14. Infertility Begins
15. Our Rose
16. On Being Brave
17. Just One More . . .
18. Seeing Double
19. My Hallelujah Song
20. Belonging
Acknowledgments
Resources
Photo Section
About the Author
Copyright
About the Publisher
1
A Day in the Life
This act of mothering is my worship to Him right now; dying to self and delighting in them. There is failure. Oh yes. It is messy and sloppy sometimes; yet, [there is] forgiveness and grace and growing.
—Lovelyn Palm
Picture this: Outside the birds are chirping, the sun is peeking out over the trees in a blaze of orange glory, the smell of freshly brewed coffee permeates your entire house. The kids are happily playing together upstairs, and you’re sitting on a plush couch, fuzzy blanket draped across your lap, reading your Bible and praying in peace and quiet.
It sounds beautiful doesn’t it?
Well, that’s about as far from my reality as you can get (insert the sound of a record scratching here).
If I could invite you into my house for a day, this is what you’d witness: I wake up abruptly because I’ve just been elbowed in the throat by a toddler—wait, make that two toddlers. As I throw back the covers I discover that those leakproof
diapers are not, in fact, leakproof. I remove the sheets and add washing them to my already overflowing to-do list for the day. I can hear the loud, gleeful screams of my two boys running around the playroom. They’ve been up since at least 5:30 a.m., and I’m convinced they are a part of some kind of science experiment to test how little sleep a human can actually survive on. I make my way to the kitchen and brew what is destined to be the first of many cups of coffee for the day. And I pray—a lot!
My husband, CR, is downstairs getting this crazy train moving on out of the station. Last year we both became work-from-home parents, after CR left his corporate career of thirteen years to become a stay-at-home dad. Now, we work together as a team to keep my business and our family of nine functioning. Some days it’s seamless, and some days it’s madness.
The next hour or two is a flurry of bottles, diapers, scrambled eggs, more coffee, feeding the pets, loading the dishwasher, brushing teeth, and did I mention more coffee? It’s a bit like herding cats to get everyone where they need to be.
The only thing I have left to do is to dress the twins. They’re twenty months old and it’s a bit of a rodeo. One minute they’re cackling and laughing while you attempt to fit their squirmy little legs into pants, and the next they’re crying and slapping at you because it’s been twenty seconds, and they are over it now. Toddlers are nature’s most fickle creatures, which is why God makes them so freakin’ cute. He knows they need those big saucer eyes and sweet squeaky voices to survive.
I send one of the younger kids up to third floor to wake up my two oldest daughters. They are twelve and ten years old, and those girls love to sleep! I swear they’d sleep in until noon if I let them.
We homeschool, and so once all the kids are gathered together, we start the morning with some worship music and pray together, while the kids draw or paint in their Bible journals. Then we get started on the rest of our schoolwork. On a successful day, you might find Kennedy, my oldest daughter, doing her math on the computer, and CR at the kitchen table role-playing social stories with Rosie, our seven-year-old daughter, who has Down syndrome. In the study room Shelby, our ten-year-old daughter, would be devouring a new book series, and Jonah, our five-year-old son, might be with me in the schoolroom doing his alphabet flash cards. A quick peek around the corner and you’d find the twins are corralled in the living room riding around on their little scooters, and Noah, our seven-year-old, is practicing handwriting at the coffee table.
On another day, you may find all hell has broken loose: the twins are wearing only diapers, the kids are watching an animal documentary so we can call it school,
I’m up to my elbows in work to get done, and CR’s shampooing carpets because, well, we have seven kids, two dogs, three cats, and something is always dirty. I like to think of these as spice up your life
kind of days. Those crazy days when it seems the wheels have come off: we call those spicy days!
We wrap up our schoolwork before lunchtime, because afternoon is when my workday begins. I make videos on YouTube and write a blog, which has given me so much fulfillment and allowed me to share my passions with an incredible community online. My work has opened doors to opportunities I never knew would be possible, such as working with the brand that wants to partner with me to throw a moms’ night out
event for local foster moms who need to get a break and just be loved on. I’m humbled and amazed that I get to do this for a living!
When it’s a filming day, I need to pull myself together a bit. Most days that means I apply fifty pounds of dry shampoo, a full-coverage concealer, and what I like to refer to as my mullet outfit.
You know how they say a mullet haircut is business in the front and party in the back
? Yeah, that’s my outfit. A cute shirt and earrings on the top and old ratty sweatpants on the bottom. I set up my lighting, make sure I have all my notes for the video, and gather the products I need. I’m ready to roll.
No sooner do I hit the record button than I hear crying coming from downstairs. I know CR is down there with the kids, but sometimes Mama just needs to make sure everything is okay. I run downstairs to do a quick well check and find the twins both in full meltdown mode. They are in the worst stage of toddlerhood right now: the biting stage. Neither twin has enough of a vocabulary to effectively communicate with each other, so when one of them takes a toy, the other retaliates by biting. I consider myself pretty well versed in parenting toddlers at this point, but having twins has ushered in a whole wave of issues that are totally new to me, and their constantly biting each other is definitely one of them. CR and I each grab a baby and attempt to comfort them. Luckily at this age, they are quick to forgive, and they are back to playing together in no time.
I rush back upstairs, but I’m already behind schedule. I hop onto another call to discuss the itinerary for a trip I’m taking to Uganda in a few weeks. This particular organization is working to empower vulnerable women in their local community by setting them up with dignified work and helping them to send their kids to school. The organization asked me to come to Uganda to see firsthand the work being done and the lives being changed; then I will share what I’ve seen with my amazing online community. When the call is over, it’s time to sit back down in front of the camera and attempt to film again. Before I even get settled, I hear Rosie’s little voice, Hi, Mom! Whatcha doing?
Rosie always seems to know when I’m filming something, and she loves to be on camera. She usually decides this is a great time for her daily chat. She asks me fifty questions about everything from my nail polish color to the lighting setup. She knows most of the answers already, since filming is a regular occurrence in our home, but I appease her and answer all her questions again. I’m just happy to hear her speaking in full sentences and using words in the proper context. She was almost five years old when we adopted her from China, and we had no idea how long it would take her to learn English. Down syndrome was totally new to us and we tried to have very few expectations of her.
It’s now been three years since she came home, and I’m sitting here listening to her monologue about her brothers fighting downstairs and how Ivy fell down; Rosie wraps it up by asking me for a snack. I may have one hundred little things on my to-do list for that day, but I’ll never grow tired of basking in utter gratitude for how far this girl has come and how she’s changed my life forever. But, alas, there’s still work to do. I usher her downstairs to grab a quick snack and then head back up to finally film my video.
Dinnertime is when the real show begins. The last few hours before bedtime are like the wild wild West around here; it’s every man for himself, and I always just hope we all make it out alive. About the time the dinner table is set, I look out the back window to see my boys perched atop the roof of their two-story playhouse, singing silly songs and laughing. Honestly, I always thought people who had wild
boys were just being bad parents. I’d roll my eyes when my sister’s two boys would run around like little mongooses and think to myself, If I ever have a boy, he’s not going to behave like that.
Ha!
Fast-forward six years, and now my two boys are twenty-five feet in the air, mere seconds from breaking an arm or a leg and laughing like hyenas. I inhale deeply as I head out into the yard to corral them in for dinner. I throw my hands on my hips and fuss, "Have you no sense of self-preservation?!" and they run cackling into the house for dinner.
When my boys were babies, as I rocked them to sleep, I’d pray over them. I’d beg God to help me be a good mom to boys; this was all new to me, and I had no idea what I was doing. I’d pray about their futures, what it would be like for them, as black boys to grow up with a white mom. I knew there was so much we’d need to learn together, and the responsibility weighed heavily on my heart. Would I be able to help them navigate this uncertain world we live in? I had more questions than answers, and all I knew for sure was that these were my boys, and I loved them fiercely.
Now the boys are seven and five years old, and while these prayers are still in my heart and mind every single day, they get pushed to the background of praying I can keep them alive on a day-to-day basis. Let’s just say, they keep me young and give me gray hair, simultaneously.
When dinner is done, it’s all hands on deck as we get everyone bathed and ready for bed. Kennedy and Shelby are my right-hand ladies. They were always wonderful big sisters, but when the twins were born it was as if the girls transformed into little mamas. They would beg me to let them change diapers and burp babies and even wanted to wear the twins in baby carriers around the house when they were fussy. These two really are such incredible kids, and CR and I are grateful they enjoy helping us when the nighttime chaos ensues.
In this house we do what I call a fast bath.
That means you jump in the shower, wash your body and your hair, and you jump right back out. I’m talking in and out in less than three minutes. With two showers and nine people, we’ve mastered the art of the fast bath.
Jonah is my firecracker at this time of night, running naked up and down the hallway so that I have to chase him around just to get some pants on him. This nightly streaking usually gets the rest of the kids howling with laughter, which only makes him faster and harder to catch. Once the wild J-man has finally been caught, lotioned, and put in bed, CR makes the final rounds of getting everyone tucked in.
When the lights are finally out, prayers have been said, and the noise level has decreased to almost nonexistent, CR and I flop down on the sofa to connect with each other at the end of a hectic day. We have a little mantra in our house, Hard isn’t always bad.
Even as we drag our exhausted selves up the stairs to go to bed, we do it with happy hearts, knowing that being in this crazy story is exactly where we belong.
I know it sounds nuts, and to be honest, I probably would have laughed in your face if you had told me fourteen years ago, before I walked down the aisle, that I was about to embark on this incredible adventure and have seven kids; homeschool all of them; adopt from Africa, China, and the United States; adopt a child with Down syndrome; give birth to twins that we adopted as embryos. . . . I mean, I’m not so sure I would have said, Yes, sign me up for that!
It sounds like a reality show, not a real person’s life. But that’s the funny thing about God and the lives He calls us to. He really doesn’t care if His call fits into your own life plans or follows the current cultural norms.
He just wants us to lay it all down and follow Him into the unknown. For me, following Him looks like listening to kol demama daka, which translated means the sound of thin silence." Isn’t that beautiful? It’s the small, quiet whisper of God; when I’m listening, it guides me in the right direction.
For a long time, I thought the right direction
meant following a checklist: Go to school. Check. Get married. Check. Get pregnant and have a child. Check. Buy a house. Check, check, check.
I did it all and was living the dream, but it wasn’t God’s dream for me. It wasn’t until God started to break me open and show me all the ways He wanted me to live outside that checklist, to live outside the bounds of what we consider normal,
that I started to see begin to unfold a life more beautiful than I could have imagined. When I responded with a bold yes to what God put before me, my whole world changed.
The journey has not been easy or glamorous; it’s been filled with ups and downs, highs and lows. Through it all, I’ve learned God’s love knows no boundaries, so I want my love to have no borders. It took many years, and I still don’t always get it right, but I finally quit trying to fit my life into a perfectly appointed little box and started striving every day not just to be willing to do what God asks of me, but to listen to Him eagerly, waiting for the