I don't know why He took this stubborn girl and gave me such a noble calling. Adoption is admirable. I still gaze with starry eyes when I witness a new little one embraced by his forever family.
But, He called me - broken, to parent the broken. And I wish I could take away my plastic, put together face to reveal a similar likeness. What you see beneath my mask is weariness, insecurity, loss.
...but, He is near. He is opening my ears. He sustains me with a word. He is my Helper. I have determined to set my face like a flint straight towards Him (Isaiah 50:4-9). His eyes beckon, and I am not afraid. He sees me as He created me. And He sees my precious ones just as He created them.
Please pray I will give Him all my moments. Please pray I will learn to relinquish my plan and surrender to His.
Reagan (Momma to 4)
