My foster children have a very big day ahead of them--dealing with consequences of adult decisions in a broken world. As I watch them navigate these waters, I am blown away.
In the midst of a tearful conversation recently one of the girls pointed to a sign in her room with Jeremiah 29:11 on it and said, "I need you to take that down because it makes me too sad."
"Why?' I asked.
She explained that the words hope and future had led her to think one outcome was happening that it now appears may not.
And I could empathize. While I certainly am not in her size 13 shoes, I know what it feels like to pin my hopes on a future that is not the same one God has in mind.
Their situation is fraught with heartbreak God never intended for this world--and a simultaneous hope too great for them to fully comprehend.
This morning I woke to the low sound of their whispers rising into full voice. I glanced at the bedside clock and saw 2:58 am. Stumbling downstairs I found 2/3 completely dressed in their Sunday best. The 2nd grader had even proudly braided her 4 year old sister's hair into several small braids all over her Caucasian head. :) Their shoes were on. Their beds were made. They were more ready for what today holds than I am (even as I type this at 9:30am).
It took a lot of convincing and tears to get them back in pjs and in bed for a few more hours rest.
I am writing all this to remember the bittersweet reality of life in a broken world. A picture of caring for each other, walking bravely toward the unknown and a human to desire to just get on with it all.
I don't write for sympathy--simply for prayers for all the hearts big and small walking through difficult consequences and looking forward with the hope that this story is far from over.