I watched grace lived out tonight.
Undeserved favor, help, a kind word
The fosters in our home once again face changes out of their
control. Routine is no longer that in
regards to their birth mom. Practically,
the decision makes sense, yet, emotionally, it spins a whirlwind in young minds
and tender hearts. Fear grows. Uncertainty mounts. Trust lessens.
My kids need more grace.
More hugs, open ears, patient words
My birth kids are getting it. They see hurt. They read pain. They open their arms. They share their time. They live grace.
I am blessed.
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