We all hope it will turn out ok. We will be the ones–long full life, no pain. We optimists.
You have to be an optimist to foster and adopt kids you already know have problems. You have to believe in miracles.
Our belief in miracles went something like this: yes, we know they are tough kids, but consistency, love and faithfulness combined with God’s healing power will help these kids.
My goal was a picture–all my adult (stable, law-abiding) children gathering with their families for thanksgiving dinner.
So you may imagine what a blow to the gut it was to find out our plan hadn’t produced the picture. Our adopted kids hurt our family, hurt our other children. They committed crimes before they graduated from high school.
I still remember the old me, the believer in the miracle, the picture….
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