I have. It isn't pretty.
Um.... I think I may have dropped the ball somewhere. I clearly don't have this adoption thing all wrapped up.
I forgot to tell them some important stuff.
I forgot to tell them they were beyond repair, too far gone to worry about, and not worth the time or effort to help.
Silly me. I guess I didn't study up on my foster care myths before taking the plunge.
Instead I told my girls they were important and designed by God with a very special purpose.
They believed me, so I think I'll just go ahead and stick with that. After all, they weren't beyond repair or too far gone or worthless.
They were so much more than that. They still are.
Was the road difficult? Yes.
Did the days get long? Yes.
Did they each become a tool used for my personal sanctification? Yes. Yes. Yes.
But they were worth every single second. Times a million.
My kids weren't broken. They were hurt.
My kids weren't criminals. They were victims.
My kids weren't throwaways. They were keepers.
They still are.
See these three?
They will go far. They will do much. They will help others along the way.
A child too far gone to help? There is no such thing.