This gives me courage and hope for the 40 some children from a local community who are all in temporary foster care. I hold their and their parents hearts up to the light as well.
Last night our daughter, Amélie, left a handmade card out on the dining room table for us to find after she went to bed.
The outside of the card says, “I am so thankful for 2 awsome, loving, kind, sweet, pashent parents. Thanks.” (Ignore the misspellings. She is homeschooled. :))
The inside says, “I love you guys so much!”
I sat on my porch last night with this card and cried.
I cried because she is precious.
I cried because one of my dearest friends, in an act of heinous injustice, has had her child snatched from her. I know my daughter is thankful that she lives in a home with four solid walls and two (relatively) stable parents and one big love that wraps us up and keeps us safe and makes us feel secure. Amélie, though, has watched me grieve for my friend and her child. She grieves…
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