Grief

At one time I may have imagined that love at first sight was a preposterous idea, a result of the wishful thinking of hopeless romantics.  But now that it has happened to me, I no longer doubt its possibility.  She made a believer out of me.

From the moment I first met that girl, our spirits connected.  It was almost like magic, the way she reached down deeply into my heart, tapping into emotions I didn’t realize I was capable of.  A powerful sadness for her lost childhood and stolen innocence.  A fierce desire to protect her.   A pervasive sense that we belong together.  She gave me the courage to say yes to something I had never thought possible: giving my heart to a teenage foster child.  She taught me how to dream.  

Press On

I poured my heart out to him, pleading with him to entrust his life to the One who will always love him.  Letting him know that this is the most important decision that he will ever make.  That no matter what happens in this brief life, he can be assured of a destination that will last for all of eternity.  His response?  A derisive, scoffing laugh, as if to say, “What a foolish, simple-minded woman you are.” 

My heart broke, another chip to join the many splintered pieces that have slowly fallen off over the years.  Moments later, in the privacy of my bedroom with the door locked, the tears flowed.  “Why, Lord?!” I cried.  “Why am I investing so much time and energy into something that apparently has no eternal results?  What is the purpose of all my efforts if the children I love do not love You?”