Dear Parent,
Just because the rock says JOY doesn’t mean you can always find it.
Adopting wounded children is like a spiritual journey to Mecca, the Mountaintop, the Wall. Kicking and screaming, you will have to surrender your pre-conceived notions of who you are, what you want, and how you live. You will fight for things you never knew you needed and against things you never thought existed. This journey will sweat you, bleed you, tear your heart out. It will require courage of warriors and strength of angels. You will find yourself flat on the floor, prostate and desperate. And ultimately you will rise up from the ashes like a brilliant phoenix never before witnessed by mere mortals. Out of nowhere you will fall on the sword to save a child’s soul, so lost and contorted there is no other way to get around the past transgressions held deep within.
ReJOYce in your persistence, your resilience, your tenacity to live each day as if it were the first one; the first day you set eyes–eyes of hope, of inspiration, of love–upon your precious child.
Love matters,
Ce
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