A Tuesday text

I was getting the boys ready to leave for CJ’s 12 month checkup when the social worker texted me, looking for a foster care placement for a 9 year old girl. The social worker briefly described her to me in this way:

“She’s polite and respectful. She has next to nothing but we are getting stuff together for her. I took her underwear, socks & shirts to her last night and she was so excited. She loves pink, unicorns and all things girly.”

She loves unicorns and the color pink.

I don’t know why, but those details just undid me. Why is it that, on a Tuesday afternoon in October, some precious girl is being separated from her parents, possibly forever? Sometimes these things are too much for my mind and heart to handle.

While Josh and I don’t feel like we have the capacity for a third child right now, I have been thinking about that girl and praying for her since that Tuesday afternoon. She is out there somewhere, processing the separation from her family, along with so many other children who did not deserve this.

I wish I could do more. I wish I was superhuman and could foster all the children in the world who needed it. But alas, I am only one person – one person who is barely managing to care for two kids while still taking regular showers, at that.

I love these words of hope from Revelation 21:

“And I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, ‘Behold, the dwelling place of God is with man. He will dwell with them, and they will be his people, and God himself will be with them as their God. He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning, nor crying, nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away.’”

To the 9 year old girl that we were not able to help: I’m so sorry. I’m praying that wherever you are, you are safe and loved. I’m praying you have a pink room decorated with unicorns, because God cares about details and it sounds like that would make you so happy. I pray you find a forever family. And I look forward to the day when God Himself will wipe every tear from your eyes, and make all things new.

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