As I have mentioned before, I am a Waiting Child site stalker. I torture myself pray while looking at the pictures and reading the profiles of the children who are waiting for their Forever Family. I have done this enough to "know" many of them, to notice when a new face arrives and to rejoice when a familiar face is gone faithful that they are safe at home. Their forever home.
Some pictures grab my heart. There is a definite profile that I seem to be drawn to. Certain children that are waiting homes that I can actually see in my home, in my family, as my child. Little day dreams I occasionally allow myself to have to explore this longing in my heart. A pair of brothers had such an effect on me. I would check back on them frequently and by now practically have their profile memorized. And then they were gone. I knew I was supposed to rejoice but I didn't. Not entirely. I was sad for a little while. And then I continued to pray for them and their new parents and their future.
But they are back. My heart sank when I saw those beautiful face smiling at me from my computer screen. My heart breaks for these boys and all the other children who sit waiting for a months or a year or several years - waiting for someone to say, "I want YOU!" But until then they smile at the camera, talk to the videographer, and wait.
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