After seven months of fostering,
Our family was left shattered.
Brother relationships cultivated half a decade
Were in ruins. My confidence gone.
A friend prayed with me.
I pictured a moment, girl looking up at me,
Defiant, in the midst of the filthy trailer.
“Jesus, where are you in this picture?
He was there, just on the other side
Of the coffee table, looking at her
With all the love I couldn’t produce.
“Let him look at you.”
I didn’t want to. Who wants condemnation?
But when we locked eyes,
Love flowed to me as well.
He grieved for the motherless child,
And he grieved for me.
Hallelujah. What a Savior.
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