I love visiting them and just loving on them. The little ones hold my heart every time! Even when the two year old is being totally bratty and deserves no love at all, I still can’t refuse the request from her to be held and hugged. I get a glimpse of the Father’s heart

As I’ve watched this family over a year and a half, their struggles and dysfunctions, I know for certain there is nothing I can do to undo what’s been done. Following me here? The way the mother has been raised, and now the way she is raising her own children. I can’t change any of that. So I feel as if no matter what I do, nothing will change.  Still I do what I know best. I love, hold, clean, verbalize affection, play, love, give, love, love, love. And it brings me joy like no other!

But why is the world the way it is? I trust that God has a purpose and a plan, and that it is perfect and just. Ultimately, for His glory. But it breaks my heart to see them where they are at. The brokenness between mother and daughter, daughter and father. Can it ever be mended? I feel like no word I ever say could restore that. I know Jesus can, but do I believe that? Honestly, if I believed it I would howler it from the rooftop. So what I do? I stay silent and do the only thing I have faith in. I love them. Again and again.

I long to see Jesus break in. But I don’t know what that looks like. Jesus, i only got 4 weeks left. Please don’t let fear or uncertainty let them slip through my fingers. Guide me, Father please make them one of your own.