Wednesday, May 26

Since we said Yes...

There were a lot of reasons to say no.
I can think of a few handful of reasons just off the top of my head and
I was reminded by others of all the ones I didn't think of.
Since we said yes to...
opening our hearts to pain and loss,
since we said yes to less sleep,
more mouths to feed,
arms full of toddlers and babes,
opening our eyes to the hurting world...


These are the three kiddos God brought our way.

Their black and white portraits have a special place in our entryway, a constant reminder to me as I pass by many times a day - when I want to be selfish, want to roll over and close my eyes, am frustrated with smeared poop and toddler hair mashed full of oatmeal....

We would have missed the blessing of God for the sake of our own comfort.

7 comments:

Jaime @ Like a Bubbling Brook said...

Loved this. They are truly blessings, aren't they? All of them!

Diane said...

Beautiful pictures. Your hallway looks great too. :O)

Janet said...

What a refreshing view and you are so right about how many blessings we all may be missing in exchange for our comfort.

nocton4 said...

the greatest blessings of all, lovely post .. hugs to you xxx

Mominapocket said...

AS Mother Theresa once said, "Love costs." Beautiful post. Nancy

Anonymous said...

Hannah,
Are you talking about fostering? The Lord used your post and another incident to confirm in our hearts that we are supposed to foster. We have been praying about it but a bit unsure and we had a social worker coming to our house today but we were still a bit unsure and then I read your post yesterday and there was another incident the same day.

Persuaded said...

I have a large portrait of my last foster baby tucked away in a box... his father took him to have his picture made one day when he had him for visitation. I can still picture the little blue linen outfit I dressed him in♥ When the pictures came back the family was kind enough to give me one of the biggest images- I think it might be 10x14 inches. It was so thoughtful of them to give it to me and such a gesture of kindness. Sadly, little baby B had such a look of abject terror on his face in the photos that I can hardly bear to look at the one that was given to me. What was he thinking and feeling during those moments? Is that how he felt during the whole of the visits? I pray not, I pray that it was just one single unpleasant moment unfortunately preserved for all time. And of course I pray he is doing well now and the family has healed.

That said, I have a darling snapshot of baby B that was taken on the changing table of our nursery... I've always said that if I ever do foster care again, I'll get that picture framed and hang it right above that same changing table. To remind me that it's worthwhile to give joy and peace and security to these precious little ones ... while we have the chance♥