Being a foster parent is hard, rewarding, frustrating, awesome, gut wrenching, and the hardest thing one could ever do. I love the little things that I can do to make sure they are supported and maturing like they should, like helping them learn to walk, "talking" with them, clapping my hands, showing them how to blow kisses, smiling at them, the list could go on and on..
I love going in to their room during nap time or bed time and watching them sleep. I see their little faces so innocent and cute, it melts my heart. Tonight I was laying in bed and thinking that this is how God must view us while we sleep. See I go in to check on them to make sure they are ok, not awake and needing something, and to see they are comforted, which if you have ever seen a child sleep I have to wonder how they are comfortable. I feel like this is what God does while we are sleeping, we may not know He is there but His presence is in our room and He is standing next to the bed falling in love with us more and more, just like I do with the twins.
Today we took the kids to the beach for the first time and I was walking with one of the twins holding his hands balancing him while he walked on the sand. I let go one time and he fell and just looked at me like help me. When I held both his hands again he started walking, I think this is how we are with God sometimes, He is helping us through life and when we fall we need to look to him for help. He is always there we just need to ask. But being the adults we are we think we can do it ourselves. I don't need God because I can do it by myself I need God because I cannot do it by myself.
I understand the term a fathers love more and more by the day. I would do anything for these kids, much like our Heavenly Father did everything for us. Thinking of God like this makes gives me a deeper appreciation for everything He has done for my life. I don't deserve anything from Him but yet he gave me his best, His son Jesus. I just want my life and fatherly love to reflect the love and grace that my heavenly Father has shown me.
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I still remember living in the Rigg St house and Caleb climbing up the slide. He was struggling so I gently pushed him on the bottom to help him up. When he got to the top he was so proud of what HE had accomplished. Not sure he even recognized I helped him. Made me think a lot of me and God. It's amazing the things we can learn about God by observing life with our kids. Not to mention our marriages. Thanks for sharing, bro. Keep learning, growing, and abiding.
That was such a sweet and touching post. To be able to trust like a child. Or at least like a child who has someone like you to trust. What a gift and your post gave me inspiration to be more conscious of trusting God. Thank you.
Heart warmimg read.
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