i'm usually pretty careful about the words i use to fill my kids up with.
the last few months i catch myself telling my 6 year old that he's irritating. repeatedly. by the way - he really is irritating. he's really good at it, just like his daddy and my daddy. maybe it's genetic.
words hurt. i am aware that i need to stop.
i dont want to be the hot topic of his therapy sessions when he's 43. don't let those eyes fool you.
let your speech always be gracious - colossians 4:6
the last time i put myself first was seven years ago. the last time my underwear drawer was organized was seven years ago.
the first time i laid eye on her was 7 years ago.
the first time i became a foster parent was seven years ago.
Seven years later...many battles fought over this little girl...and she was worth it all. seven years later i am better, stronger, and full of faith that she is right were god had intended her to be. seven years later i am filled with unspeakable joy.
on this day, one of the most difficult days i will face, i am removing all fear, and i am breathing Him in.
You can't see it from where you're sitting, but my heart is broken. There is an ache I have never felt before.
We said goodbye to our foster son of 4 years.
The "you can't save them all " pill Is really hard to swallow. But in order for me to continue in this journey of foster care, I need to believe that the unconditional love I gave him for the first four years of his life will make a difference one day.