I lift my eyes up
To the heavens
Where does my hope come from?
My hope comes from You
Maker of heaven
Creator of the earth.
Oh how I need you Lord
You are my only hope
You're my only prayer
And I will wait for you
To come and rescue me
Come and fill me up.
I lift my eyes up
Up to the heavens
Where does my help come from?
Today is our foster son's first visit with his birthmom since being placed with us. I remember this feeling from when we had our last foster child. It's a sad, sort of empty feeling. I miss him. It's also a reminder that he is not our's. He's God's. I don't know if this story of his is going to have a happy ending or not but I know God has him here for now. I will be honest that I am struggling to keep an open hand, to trust God to do what is best for him. Today is hard, tomorrow will be better. The song I copied above will continue to flow through my mind over the next 81 days, reminding me where my hope comes from.
I'm praying for you, Jamie.
ReplyDeleteJamie, I'm going to add your family to my prayer journal. We just have to trust God that His ways are best. He has a plan for your family. Just keep your eyes on Him.
ReplyDeleteI love that song, by the way.
Your family continues to be in my prayers.
ReplyDeleteHave a Blessed Day.
very hard indeed! I hate the reminder that after pouring all our love into a little person, that the state ultimately has the ability to control where he ends up. Thansk for the reminder that the State is only the vessel through which God is workign to determine what house/ family these foster children will live in.
ReplyDeleteI will continue to pray for our strength to love him as if he is our own and Trust that God will not break our hearts.