I've been home a month now, and the emotions are many. I
think of the Foundation every single day, and it’s hard being so far away from
so many you care for, especially since you were one of few that had the
opportunity to do so.
I was answering some “end of the year reflection questions”
and one of them asked how I was different between this year and last. My first response to that question is that my
heart is more damaged and yet more full.
You see, these kiddos keep me up at night. I was given the opportunity to be there for
them in the aftermath of horrible circumstances. Their lives are tough, and their stories are
devastating. Just thinking about their
situations and wondering what is going to happen to them is enough to send me
into a full on worry sesh, and I can’t do anything to help them. So, yes, my
heart has been damaged more this past year.
I’ve invested time and energy into the lives of hurting and broken
kiddos, and I didn’t come out unaffected.
And yet, somehow, my heart feels so much more full than it
did at the beginning of last year.
Loving is hard. It just is. I have videos of the kids acting out. I remember the times they tried to hurt me
and the times that they succeeded. But
those aren’t the things that pop into my head daily now that I am back
home. What I remember without even
trying to is the game of “Gotcha” that one my favorites (yes, I had favorites. Sorry.) and I made up. I wonder to myself almost daily how my girls
that are pregnant are doing and feeling.
I worry how “the 7” are going to make it through another devastation
together, or whether “together” is even possible or not. This stuff probably doesn’t make much sense
to you, but it is everything to me.
I guess that what I am trying to say is that regardless of
how much it hurt, these kiddos changed me for the better. They taught me things…..forced me to see more
of my weaknesses and more of His greatness.
They broke my heart, and yet filled it up with more love than I had
before. I’m a passionate person, and they
gave me more to be passionate about…..them.
I will fight for these kids; they are just worth it. I’d get lice for them again, regardless of
how gross and obnoxious it is. I’d
continue to take the biting, fighting, spitting, and disrespect over and over,
although I prefer when we get along more.
I’d take the weird little sicknesses that came and went so often while
being there…..the mango allergy reactions, sores in the mouth, stomach issues,
fevers, sinus stuff. And even knowing
now how much it hurts to be home and care this much and yet not be able to show
them, I would go and do it again.
Being home has been good, but it is also hard. All I can do for the kiddos now is pray for
them, but I know that my Father has it all under control. I am trying my best to give them over to Him
and smile at all the good times we had together. Worrying about them doesn’t do any good, and His
ways are so much greater than anything I could come up with anyway. My God is so good, and His faithful love has
never left me nor them.
I cherish the memories I made with these kids. It wasn’t easy, and to be honest, there were
moments that I hated it. It also sucks
to think that I was just a fleeting stranger in their lives for these 3
months. I hate being just another person
to come and go, but they have taught me SO much, and I will continue to pray
for them because of this. While my presence
has not changed their lives, it has tremendously altered mine. I have been given a snippet of what God must
feel for us. It was only 3 months, and
they won’t remember me in a year, but they will stick with me for a
lifetime. I would do it again without
question. I am so thankful for this love.
I ask you to continue to pray for these kids and those
caring for them currently. I don’t have
the details on what is going on now, but I do know that tough times are not
over for the kids nor the Foundation itself.
Pray for the volunteers, that there would be joy. Pray for the staff, that there would be
unity. For the kids, that there would be
peace. And for the future families that
will be taking these kids in, that there would be love.