When you're 6, and you've been in foster care for almost a year....
Every morning I hold a weeping child. Mornings and evenings are definitely the hardest as they are tired, and less in control of their emotions.
As I hold this weeping child,
I pray for her.
As I hold this weeping child,
I gently talk with her reasurring her in the now, that we are here for her. It's all I can guarantee.
As I hold this weeping child,
I sing to her.
As I hold this weeping child,
I read Bible verses to her.
As I hold this weeping child,
my heart breaks for her.
I can be the "best" interim-mother in the world to her, but yet I hold a weeping child every morning.
Weeping for what she's lost. A loss that feels deeper and bigger to her every day.
Loss is a rough ride, no matter what's been lost, or for how long.
Pray for someone else this morning who's lost someone dear to them. Be an encouragement to them today.
1 comment:
That sweet girl... Thank you for sharing that.
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