I look in the faces of all 7 of my beautiful children and my heart melts, wondering how and I why I could be given them as a gift. I look at 4 of them and I know the deep loss they feel, the pain they don't often talk about, or maybe even understand yet, and I pray that my love and God's hope will help them endure when the questions creep up in the back of their minds about their identities, their self worth and their bio families.
I don't expect everyone to understand my life but that's okay. I refuse to let my pain and scars be in vain. I refuse to let my insecurities and doubt win and instead I choose to use my life to make a difference and to help others know they are valuable and loved so that no one has to feel the emptiness I felt for so long, if I can help it. I would take in 100 more parentless kids if I thought I could do it, but I can't. So for now I will take my 7 kids and I will love them and do everything I can to show them what love is and should be and I won't stop with them..... I will reach out, love and encourage anyone that I can and if I sleep less, fill my "free time" with serving and have less from giving then I'm okay with that because what else is life about and for?