A few months ago we were preparing to adopt two boys.
The cry of my heart had been to have Mr. Man back, and the Lord granted me the child that I prayed for. Except now that child also had siblings.
When we had Mr. Man the first time around it was just him that was placed into foster care, the details aren’t important, but his biological brother remained with his biological mom. I met him one very cold day outside of the place that we met up for family visits.
“Tough” was sitting in the car waiting for his mom to visit with Mr. Man. He was sitting in the backseat without anything to read or play with, in a car without a heater, with a man who was not his father, nor someone that I would dream of leaving my child alone with. When I came out of the building with Mr. Man, Tough came up and wanted to give me a hug. When it was time to go and I started to put Mr. Man into his car seat, Tough tried to climb into the car also. My heart broke, I knew that this child was not to come with me, even if I loved him and wanted good things for him. So I gently got him out of the car, but also scooped up a few random toys and books that littered the backseat.
“Would you like these things?” I asked him.
“Oh yes, I would.” He replied ever so politely.
“Alright, they are yours. Be a good boy and we will see you next week.”
“I love you.” He said to me as he hugged me goodbye.
Little did I know that years later I would love him to.
Tough was supposed to come and live with us. He was supposed to move to North Dakota and be a Grimm. There were all these plans that were made for Tough, but they were the plans of man and not of an Almighty God. So those plans failed.
Once again the details are not important, but I didn’t know when I created the nickname for Tough, how true it would become. I got the call today that Tough was displaced from another adoptive home. At the age of 9 (tomorrow is his birthday) he is still homeless, and family less. My heart aches for this child. I know for reasons bigger than me and my plans, Tough will not come to live in my home. But please, I beg you dear readers of this blog, friends and family members…please join me in praying for a permanent home for Tough. I don’t want him being “tough” to also make him hard because of the things he has gone through in his short life. Pray for redemption from these hurts, deliverance from the sins he has witness and come to accept as normal, and pray mostly for a relationship with the One who can make all things new. I thank you for that!