I have had the privilege of spending some quality time with some amazing mommas lately. These mommas have chosen to open their hearts and their homes to children from hard places. None of them were adequately prepared for the adventure and heartache they were about to embark on (but then again, what parent is!?! I don’t know any kid who has come with an instruction manual!) But these mommas have been given kiddos who have deep wounds that profoundly impact every aspect of every day. And these heroic mommas have learned a new definition of words like overwhelmed, exhausted, and helpless. These brave mommas put their hearts on the line every day as they work to be conduits of healing to the seen and unseen wounds of their hurting children. These mommas have had to repeat themselves more times they they’d like saying things they never thought they’d have to say. They have a God-given stubbornness that keeps them from throwing in the towel when they feel they have nothing else to give. They cling to Jesus when they have the strength and when they don’t they simply collapse at His feet and know He can hear their hurting heart’s cry. They have tasted a loneliness most of us hope to never feel. They have days where they seem to be drowning in the craziness. They wonder how the heck this life became theirs.
These woman are in the trenches of loving those closest to the heart of God… the ones the world disregards and despises. These women are my heroes. I am beyond honored to one day join their rank and pray that I can have a fraction of their character, resolve, and honesty. Ladies, (you know who you are), I thank God for you.
I love you and respect you from the depths of my heart.
I see you in your struggle and pray that you’ll let me journey with you. Thanks for being so honest and sharing the good, bad and ugly of your story with me.