We’re standing at the kitchen island, three of the “littles,” Mama and me. While Mama edits some pictures from her most recent “Wednesday’s Child” photo shoot. If you haven’t heard of “Wednesday’s Child” it is a program that helps the stories of the children in foster care get out to the public.
This led to Mama heading over to their site and scrolling through.
Which led to my heart breaking.
It brought tears to my eyes seeing all of the kids without homes… or families…
The fact that there are so many older kids who will probably “age out” without knowing what it is like to have a real family. I pray that they may find family in and through Christ.
I am so grateful that I have never been in the foster system. But, I have grown up around it… it has been a big part of my History. Looking at the smiling faces of those kids who don’t know any different now made me take a look around at my life.
At all of the things I take for granted…
Little voices screaming “Good morning!!” One after the other before my ears have fully woken up… Mama squeezing my head after she finishes a braid… being able to lay in my bed at night and fall asleep feeling safe and protected…
For the first time in years I have every earthly possession of mine in one. place.
That’s big for me. To feel like I’m not already one foot out the door. To have that sense of rooted belonging…
I still have a couple of things in the storage shed out back but over the next couple of weeks I plan on going through and moving that as well. Then I’ll have everything in one. room. (Say, whaaaaaaat?) Which, for that, will be the first time since I was about… thirteen.
Several months ago now (my having pictures of it being built should tell ya somethin’) Papa and Mama bought me a dresser.
Specifically for me to use.
I even got to pick it out.
This may seem like no big deal to you (or maybe new furniture is exciting to you too) but, to me, this meant so much more than just a place to store my clothes… This meant the weight of my staying was heavier than the wood and screws making up the new clothes cubby.
To know that they wanted me to be comfortable and have my own space to put my things
meant means so much… I haven’t stayed somewhere longer than two years since I was thirteen. To see that sturdy, stationary, anchor makes me smile every morning.
Psalm 34: 5 NKJV
“They looked to Him and were radiant, And their faces were not ashamed.”
I love this thing… and I have big plans to get twelve different, unique knobs and change out the existing ones and I am quite excited about it. BUT! You aren’t here to hear about my home deco. ideas/plans.
There is something about putting your things into something that was bought with the intention of your things going into it that just makes the whole experience so much more comfortable and… homey.
Whether or not this thing will go with me where ever The Good LORD leads me next I don’t know, and that’s okay. If it goes with me I will have a material piece of home with me and if it stays I will always have an… anchor here.
It’s materialistic, it’s simple, it’s a piece of furniture, it’s some wood and screws… it’s home.
What every day thing do you take for granted?
What simple thing are you grateful for?
What makes you feel at home?
Until next time; I pray your day, every day, is blessed.