At risk of sounding completely self-centered (because obviously, our role is tiny in the course of A's life), I can't help but be a tiny bit grateful for Monday and Tuesday's tantrums at school (though I pray that going home to Grandaddy will put a quick end to them).
Had Monday's not happened, A wouldn't have come to us.
Had Tuesday's not happened, A would have been at school right now.
If we continue down the path we are on, boys and girls will be in and out of our house for possibly years to come. Many of them will leave with us having no idea where they end up or if they are loved.
It is a precious gift to not only know that this dear, sweet boy is going to a loving, Godly home -- but to witness the light in A's eyes when I told him and soon their reunion hug is an honor I will need to remember in all the uncertain transitions ahead.
For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord,
plans for welfare and not for evil,
to give you a future and a hope.
(Jeremiah 29:11)
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