Tuesday, March 13, 2012

What Do "My" Kids Mean To Me?

I may only be 16 but I have been blessed with a mothers heart at a young age, God decided to put this desire in my heart so that I could care for the fatherless to my full potential.  So that I could love them from all the way across the world.  Although I didn't carry them for 9 months I still love them as if they are mine by blood.  After all if I don't who will?  They need love to grow. I only wish I was close enough to kiss & hug them. 

"My" kids mean the absolute world to me, they have shown me what love is, what it means to love.  & how with out love you do not grow. Physically & mentally.  They need someone that sees their full potential in life, that sees what they can & will accomplish one day.  I have chosen to advocate for all of these children & babies until they are safe in there families arms. They will be forever in my heart even when they have a mommy & daddy of their own! :) 

Seeing pictures of my kids, & memorizing their faces & facial expressions is what keeps me going through the day!  When I am having a tough time all I have to do is picture their face in my head & think of what they go through daily. I then become grateful, for what I have & change my attitude!  If only these kids could see the impact that they have on others lives. I know that God has used them to take my heart & turn it upside down. My view on love is different because of them. I now see how important love really is.  How needed it is. But yet I still wonder how someone can't love a child with a face like Kody's....



Or Dayna's....


Shaun's or Rebekahs... 



They are all so sweet & just want love...They wait day after day for someone to come & take them Home.  
As they watch their friends leave with their new families & wonder Where is my momma? & stay yet another night in a cold lonely crib. It just breaks my heart to think about the emotions that they feel.  When they are sad, bored, hurt, what do they do?  Rock back & forth? Naw on their fingers & wrists? Bang their head against the crib?  All because these feelings are normal to them. This is what they know & they will never know anything different if they aren't saved.  They may be the weakest of us all but they most certainly are the strongest of us all.  So yes, "My" kids mean the world to me...& While we go about our lives they wait to be saved.  


 

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