You Want a Piece of Me?
Everyday I spend time, probably too much time, reading, watching and learning about children who need parents, siblings, a bed, a roof, water . And I think, "I have those things! I will give them to you! Come and live with me!" And then I shut my computer. Close my book. Clear my mind. And do nothing. I wonder how long I can do nothing for before the ache in my entire body takes over? It is thoughts like these that keep me from blogging more regularly. Because this is what I think about all. the. time. If there is laughter in my house I think about children without family to laugh with and picture them with us. When my babies are lined up in their little beds, sleeping soundly next to each other, I picture a couple more kids lined up with them. When there is chaos and frustration and anger and yelling I think about children who see no forgiveness. no reconciliation, no redemption, no heart training or restoration, and I see them with us. When Mark comes home and wraps his a
