Often this bathroom becomes a place to cry, pray and regroup from discouragement.
And twice in the last few days,
friends have called in tears too-
they've called while hiding in a closet or bathroom-
just so emotion can spill for a quick moment before jumping back into the trenches of painful parenting-
because parenting children with special challenges-
great or small,
is a lonely and often discouraging road.
Gratefulness that He is strong brings hope that breaks into our weary hearts.
I've slipped into despair- even though we've been so abundantly rich with gifts- 7 children, a miracle home, a job, 4 adoptions finalized- which anyone on an adoption journey knows that is a GIFT. Miracles happen each month so our bills are always paid! The local public school has been an incredible gift in helping us address learning challenges that were beyond my capacity to manage. We are grateful and our littles are thriving there in ways we'd not even anticipated.
It started with a phone call making us aware of a specific child who could need a home and then, doors shut preventing that child from being available.
When pain in the life of an innocent child cannot be stopped-
I still don't have a handle on coping.
I scream out ugly, sobbing and angry to our Redeemer
"Why must little children be raped and battered??
Why must wickedness beyond comprehension happen to even children?"
These screams are heard by the One who hung naked, bleeding and scorned to adopt me.
Yet, I still cry out in our cold bathroom for those whose screams are not heard-
He calls us to run to the least of those-
to be a voice for the voiceless-
the closed doors to reach them seems to be so tightly shut.
He does miracles.
I ache as silence hurts.
Our hearts are forever broken over vulnerable, hurting children.
Inside, I scream that somehow, each one could be rescued-
but in this broken world-
so many continue to suffer from indescribable cruelty.
"Christy, they can't all be helped."
I realize this, but seriously,
how can we sit back while children are being wickedly harmed?
just the crazy business of life and parenting so many treasures-
some with daunting behaviors-
has me slipping my gaze off of the source of our strength.
Sleep deprived and weary, discouragement and grief resurfaced like
steel weights on my chest...
Yesterday I got away alone for a few hours just to refocus on the source of our strength.
Somehow normalizing pain,
helps to refocus it into strength.
has a way of providing strength.
Mom's of children,
Mom's of children with special needs,
Mom's who feel isolated, weary and discouraged,
Do you hide in the closet or bathroom to cry?
You are not alone.
And can I challenge you today?
Text one of these as encouragement to another mom or friend in a hard place-
chances are, she's been aching for encouragement too...
2 Corinthians 12:9-10
2 Corinthians 4:8-10
NOTHING is in vain with Him.
ALL of our brokenness becomes beautiful in HIs hands.
Because He holds us, we are free to run to the broken in spite of our brokenness.