These kids live such hard lives. I mean hard. Nothing in which I have ever had to experience before. To protect them, and what is going on right now I will not tell their stories...but how I long for people to hear their little voices and look on them with compassion. I long to hear hopefullness in their voices rather than a sense of hopelessness. So many of them have to contend with things that we just don't think about. Not having a place to live, abusive parents (emotionally or physically), things WAY beyond their maturity level, gang violence, parents in gangs, drugs, parents on drugs, parents who do not seem to care about them, etc. When they tell me their stories, and open up to me, I just want to take them in my arms and rock them. How I long for them to see someone loves them and wants them. How I hate that they have been put in such a tough situation at such a young age. These kids deal with things that I have only seen on movies.
I love them so much, and I know the Lord does too. I long for them to see Jesus and see the God that loves them so much. I also long for them to continue to see that THEY CAN achieve what they dream of if they pursue that dream and continue to be diligent. One of my kids today told me that they "will be the first person to graduate from high school in their family". I pray that my kids continue to dream big, even if that dreaming big is just them making it through high school. I don't have much more to share, this is just on my heart and I wanted to write a bit.
Love you guys much, keep praying for me! And my kiddos :)
I will post some pictures soon for the three of you that look at this too! ;)
