If I told you my story
You wold hear Hope that wouldn't let go
And if I told you my story
You would hear Love that never gave up
And if I told you my story
You would hear Life, but it wasn't mine
From a birth mom who loved you so dearly that she wouldn't give up on you even in the midst of an abusive relationship, without sufficient support to encourage her, and knowing that she just couldn't care for another child. She had hope for you. She had love for you.
To our family where we refuse to give up, no matter how difficult it gets. Who will always love you, whether or not you are able to consistently return that love.
And today, it was these words that stuck out to me:
If I should speak then let it be
Of the grace that is greater than all my sin
Of when justice was served and where mercy wins
Of the kindness of Jesus that draws me in
Oh to tell you my story is to tell of Him
This is my prayer for not just Victor but for every member of my family, for every friend of mine who calls Jesus their Lord and Savior. This is my prayer for myself. In a day when divisiveness and disparaging remarks are considered normal, may our speech, our lives, our actions reflect only grace, justice, mercy, kindness, and Jesus.
Psalm 19:14
May the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be pleasing to you,
O Lord, my rock and my redeemer.
I just saw this piece (http://annvoskamp.com/2017/01/confessions-of-an-imperfect-mama-the-lessons-my-different-child-taught-me/). You could have written it yourself! It reminds me of what you have posted here. (Sherri)
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