July 20, 2015
I have seen children cry countless times. Many times as a parent to our now 8-year-old son and 6-year-old daughter, but also in my previous profession of being a Police Officer and Detective.
The night of July 9, 2015, was different though. She was weeping, not crying, not having a temper tantrum, but actual gut wrenching weeping.
Our foster daughters, who have been with us for just over a year now had just come back from a visit with their mom. The visit had taken place at their mom’s apartment, the apartment that has a bedroom all set for them to go to if a court approves.
Our 4 year-old-foster daughter was confused. Before leaving the apartment she asked her mom if she could get her pajamas from “Dan and Teri’s house” and come back to sleep in her bed.
If she has a bed, why not sleep in it? If she has a mom, why not live with her? If she can be there for two hours, why not stay the night? These were questions I know her little brain was struggling to answer as she laid in bed that night back in our home.
What was my response to her weeping? I knelt down, wrapped my arms around her and held her while she wept, tears filling my eyes.
While holding her I prayed. I prayed for Christ to heal her heart, prayed for her to KNOW she was loved by a perfect Father, a Father that would never leave her.
In John 10:9, Jesus tells us that He is the door and that if anyone enters by Him they will be saved and will go in and out and find pasture.
This truth is why we are A Door Of Hope. We humbly understand that the Lord is using His church and Christian foster homes to share the unconditional love of Christ with children in crisis.
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