Pain…

Such a fallen mess...

Pain. Deep pain. Etched into the soul.

Memories of the past.

A desire to belong.

Deep longing for a family.

Missing the family that they once had.

Remembering siblings.

The mother that they believe loved them.

The pain of not remembering a mother.

Wondering why God allowed them to be born into a life of pain.

And I also ask, "God, why was I so blessed?"

The sun is warm with a slight breeze blowing. A lazy, thinking kind of day. The refrigerator hums. The babies are asleep. I take the moment to work on paperwork. And then a knock on the door. I find a 10 yr old crying brokenly. Oh dear, what has happened? She cries because she misses her family. She cries for what might have been and isn't. What can I offer her? I have no way to change what is now. But, I can offer her God's love and give her mine. The privilege is mine but the pain is hers. It becomes a small part of me as I reach to her heart.

From the baby who comes with no name because there was no one to love him or her to the 16 yr old that no longer wants to be a child of the state and is rebelling as a result of that pain, and every individual story in between. "God, where are you?" I know He is here. I know these are His children. I want them to find His love and healing for that pain. And to feel security in the moments when they don't know who God is. To feel His love through each one of us here that represent His arms, His feet, His words. Oh God, fill us and help us to never let them down.

Thank you for praying for us today.