Yesterday I got to share how God had to break my heart so that I could love and be and feel alive. These kids were a huge part of that. It was impossible for me to not love them. And I think the bigger piece was the way they loved me. I would be so frustrated or tired or homesick, but they loved me relentlessly. The unconditional love of a child is a beautiful thing. They taught me more about Jesus than I could have ever imagined or hoped to teach them. I've said it before, but I'll say it again...I miss these kids fiercely. I'm getting emotional just thinking about it.
A few weeks ago, I was really struggling with the fact that my kiddos were growing up and I wasn't a part of that. God answers prayers, y'all. I woke up one morning to lots of recent photos of these babies on Facebook. And I cried, in case you were wondering. Tears of joy.
These pictures fill me with so many emotions. Mostly gratitude to know these little humans, and for the ways knowing them has changed me. A huge piece of my heart will always be with them, and I'm totally okay with that.
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Your last post about learning how to feel was really good. I really appreciated your honesty and well...feelings..ha.
Having a baby sure taught me how to feel. I cried for 2 weeks straight after I had him. Even if it was just hormones....
man, i never met your kiddos and this post made me emotional! i can so relate!
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