I know my writing work is important because I get emails, tweets, and Facebook notes from online readers. But God reminds me often that my ministry isn’t just online … it’s offline, too. There are seasons when the most important heart I can touch is within arm’s reach.
I open my arms and the small girl steps forward and enters my embrace. I expect her to be more hesitant, but she asks me to hold her. I cradle her thin, frail frame and peer into her blue eyes. Just five years old but her eyes are filled with stories . . . ones she’s not yet able to tell me. Maybe over time she will.
I thought of my life and became unsettled when my husband and I welcomed two foster children to join our family. I don’t think I know “unsettled.” Not really. Not like this sweet girl.
“It’s always scary going to a new home,” she confided in me just a few days after joining us. Tears fill my eyes as I hear her words, but I try not to let them show. The file the social worker gave me is three inches thick, and after reading the reports I discover our home is only one of many in recent months. Those homes were only meant to be temporary, but ours is meant to be her “forever.” Our words tell her that. When will her heart start to believe it?
She is the older one, and she cares for her younger brother still. She alerts me when he’s waking from his nap. His voice is barely a squeak as it calls for “Mama,” but she hears it.
I tell her that she can just be a kid now; I’ll watch out for her brother. That’s a concern she’ll no longer have to carry. She nods, but I can tell she’s waiting to see if she can really believe that, trust that.
Some of her emotions are hidden, and others are displayed too loudly, too vocally, too wildly. She cries over the smallest problem and then looks to me for help. I can read the question in her eyes, “Are you going to help me with this? And this? And this?” She wants to make sure. She’s has a hard time believing it’s true. Believing that I’ll be there. That I’ll care.
And even when she’s naughty I don’t get angry. Compassion seeps out. I know what she’s gone through . . . at no fault of her own. She was innocent and so many others have wounded her.
I open my arms to my new daughter. I’m eager for the courts to soon declare her mine forever. Yet even in this intermediary place she has given me a glimpse of the love of God as I’ve never known.
I understand His love for me better. I know His compassion for me more. He knows the pain I carry, too, often at no fault of my own. And when I act out, or cry out, or reach out, He—my God—wants nothing more than to open His arms of love. And He CANNOT wait for the day when I’m ushered into His forever home.
I thought we were opening our home to help the orphans, but I am the one who is helped.
I’ve never felt so weak as a mom, unsure of my words and actions. And yet I’ve also never felt so strong, for it is God’s strength that fills me. It is His love that pours through me as my brown eyes meet her blue ones and radiate one message, “Daughter, trust me. This is your forever home.”
*Photo credit: Image courtesy of David Castillo Dominici / FreeDigitalPhotos.net
Sarah Mueller says
April 5, 2013 at 7:30 amOh, my goodness, thank you for sharing. What a blessing you are to all your children.
Tricia Goyer says
April 5, 2013 at 8:54 amThey are they blessing to me!
Christy Fitzwater says
April 5, 2013 at 8:00 amThis is beautiful beyond words, my friend. God bless you for making room for two more.
Tricia Goyer says
April 5, 2013 at 8:53 amThere is no words to explain the honor in rescuing a child. We are blessed!
Jen Seger says
April 5, 2013 at 9:23 amIt’s like your writing from my heart. I too know this weakness, only I didn’t get to assure my sweet foster daughter that I was her forever home. Praying for that someday – to say to someone, you will never have to live anywhere else. You are amazing – and what wonderful things you are doing for adoption from foster care with your already built tribe that some of us smaller bloggers can’t do.
Tricia Goyer says
April 5, 2013 at 9:45 pmI am hoping my words will make others consider opening their homes.
Nicole O'Dell says
April 5, 2013 at 9:37 am“I tell her that she can just be a kid now; I’ll watch out for her brother. That’s a concern she’ll no longer have to carry. She nods, but I can tell she’s waiting to see if she can really believe that, trust that.”
Sob. That really got to me. What responsibility she has carried on her shoulders, Tricia. Praising God they have you…and you have them.
To God be the glory.
Tricia Goyer says
April 5, 2013 at 9:45 pmShe’s getting better about letting me be the mom. So much better!
Beverly Lytle says
April 5, 2013 at 10:04 amSo touching…..thank you for sharing! You bless me beyond words.
Tricia Goyer says
April 5, 2013 at 9:45 pmThank you, Beverly!
Missindeedy says
April 5, 2013 at 10:05 amThis is a precious picture of God’s love for us. She is one blessed little girl (and her brother, too). I pray her hesitancy seeps away as her confidence in her new forever home strengthens.
Tricia Goyer says
April 5, 2013 at 9:46 pmThank you!
Michele Cushatt says
April 5, 2013 at 10:12 amI, too, am raising three little ones who experienced far too much before they came to my house. As I read your words, they felt like mine. Yes, exactly. *Tears*
Tricia Goyer says
April 5, 2013 at 9:46 pmI just know God will use their past as part of their testimony to his glory.
Erin @ My Mommy World says
April 5, 2013 at 3:27 pmThis is just beautiful Tricia! I’m praying for you and your family 🙂
Tricia Goyer says
April 5, 2013 at 9:46 pmThank you!
Lisa Jacobson says
April 5, 2013 at 8:18 pmWhat a touching testimony! Filled my eyes with tears – sorta happy and sad all at the same time. I pray The Lord pours out a special grace through you to your dear girl’s little heart, and her younger brother too.
Tricia Goyer says
April 5, 2013 at 9:47 pmThank you! God is full of Grace!
kjshepp says
April 7, 2013 at 2:27 amI loved reading your words! Your experience is infectious and leaves me with the desire to adopt and experience God in that same way! Thank you for sharing! (PS I’m from Arkansas too! But living overseas for now, maybe we will cross paths one day!)