Fostering children broke my heart into a million pieces over and over again. With each child I mothered, my heart left my chest. I had no choice. I would not have been able to keep from if I had tried. I didn’t have a clue how to mother any other way.
Then eventually they would have to go. And like a plate glass window knocked loose from its casing, crashing to the ground, my heart would shatter to pieces. One child at a time, two at a time or sometimes three. I never could pick up the pieces, let alone repair the brokenness.
I don’t know how He did it, but God kept putting my heart back together again and again just as if it had never been broken. With each child He brought to us, my mommy heart reported for duty once again…whole, seemingly undamaged, strong, and complete. Only God could do that! If I had had my own way I may have run fast away rather than subject myself to the grief of it all…again.
Who in the world willingly subjects themselves to such pain?
Who signs up for that?
Love does, that’s Who.
Who is Love?
God is. That’s Who.