One thing I love about my job is that I'm constantly reminded of each tiny blessing in my life and that helps me put even the biggest "problem" into perspective. And then I realize...there wasn't even a problem to begin with....
I'll tell you about a real problem.
A problem is when you're only 11, you have lived in Foster Care for years, your parent's rights have been terminated by the courts and you can't call them, write them, or even think about them without your heart falling apart---
So you try to put your heart back together-------uhh-gin.
You can't communicate with anyone in your "old family" because legally, they no longer exist.
You move from place to place to place until someone finally decides they'll "keep you"---like a new pet.
But then you aren't as easy or as cheap as they thought you'd be...so they send you on your merry little way.
And slowly, you forget what it's even like living in a family and decide that the whole idea is just stupid anyway.
But then....I see a little bitty bit of joy hiding on that child's face. It's there somewhere.
Sometimes I find it with cool new pair of shoes, a pat on the back, a genuine smile, or a shared glance that says "I understand"...
Sometimes I find it with a Happy Meal, a silly face, a new sticker, or a great big hug that says "you ARE special!"....
And that's when he has hope that this problem wont' last long...
---only until he's part of a family that lasts forever.
~My heart is heavy tonight for children who are trying to put their hearts back together at this very moment---Lord, please BLESS them and glue their heart's back together for good!~
On Being Real
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