Most Monday mornings I rise early, make coffee, and settle into my morning routine – reading my Bible, reading my current book, and then writing until the kids wake. Today I could hardly get out of bed. It was only a short time ago when I shared that we thought there might be a tiny bit of progress, but the past week has dashed our hopes.
There is only so much I can say, but rages, screaming, crying, and opposition have been ruling our days. Last night two of my children came to me in tears expressing fear for their own safety. I didn’t sleep much as I struggled with my need to protect and my desire to persevere.
Today I am sending emails, making calls, and seeking more advice. I called a fellow adoptive mom who has pursued different avenues of therapeutic parenting, and we are meeting this afternoon. Russ is traveling for work, so Aunt Michele is keeping Dimples overnight; I told my little ones that tonight there will be no screaming.
This is a hard day, but I know deep within my soul that Jesus is with us. Emmanuel, God with us – He comes into the mess of our lives and into the suffering. If there was ever a time to celebrate Christmas and the birth of Jesus, it would be now. For our family, and many others, this Christmas is not about “Chestnuts roasting on an open fire….” It is:
O come, Thou Key of David, come,
And open wide our heavenly home;
Make safe the way that leads on high,
And close the path to misery.
Rejoice! Rejoice! Emmanuel
Shall come to thee, O Israel.
Thank you for caring about our family. If you think of us, please pray.
Encourage one another,