As the car drove up the driveway late Saturday night, Sunshine shouted, “They’re here! They’re here!” She and Ladybug ran out to meet them and greeted Dimples with big hugs. She came right into my arms with a smile on her face and I squeezed her tight.
The girls hurried her up to their room where they revealed that she gets the special bed – and that I bought her a clock of her very own. She was sweet and just the tiniest bit shy.
Honeybee was not so happy. She didn’t get out of bed to greet Dimples, and when I went to kiss her good night she refused to speak or look in my eyes. I reminded her that I couldn’t help her if she wouldn’t tell me what she was feeling. She said, “Everybody is so happy that she is home and nobody cares about me.”
Often I’m overwhelmed at the deep, seemingly bottomless wells of need in my girls. When a child has been unloved for many years, when she has been just one of many in an orphanage, or one more ragged child wandering the streets, her “mother-hunger” seems insatiable. I absolutely cannot, by my own strength and effort, fill this void – it can only come from Jesus.
This is Dimples’ first day of school. Fortunately, she is the only one starting today, so I can give her my full attention this morning. Her backpack is ready by the door, her new lunch box is packed with all but the perishable things, her uniform is ready. Honeybee is going to do her hair – and it all begins in 15 minutes when the clock says 7:00! Time to wrap this up.
Today I need a heart that is willing to serve and love, that is not easily irritated, that will rejoice over every bit of sweetness. I need to see past behavior and to the heart.
Happy Monday, friends. I pray that your week is off to a great start; thanks so much for sharing mine.
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