Today, foster adoption sucks. It just does. I have a lot of days like that, when there is no silver lining, and there is no positive spin, and things are just hard.
H is driving me up a wall, drowning in her own anger and hurt and lashing out at me from that place of hurt.
A2 is trying so hard, but is hurting so much. It’s too much for a 16 year old kid.
R asked me today “Why are we doing this again?” and the only answer I could come up with is “Because God told us to.” Right now, that’s it. We are hanging on by our fingernails, so ready to let this all go.
But because God told us to, we are going to do our best to out-stubborn Satan.