We need the Good Shepherd now if we have ever needed Him before. There are so many voices and some of them speak so loudly. It is a challenge each day to filter out the hate, the distorted. It is hard to know who to trust.
“He understands all about the other voices that haunt and taunt. He can love those who haven’t found their courage to love Him back in like manner.”
As an adoptive mom of several older children, which means they weren’t infants or toddlers when we adopted them, I had no control over the first years of their lives. By the time they legally became ours, there were some deep seated attitudes, beliefs and hurts.
I could say to them that they were beautiful, valuable and cherished. I could say to them that they were safe and would not be rejected or abandoned. I could say to them that they could trust us. But, they didn’t recognize my voice. In the beginning, I was just another stranger and that meant danger.
Now, the voices that were familiar to them were the ones that reminded them to trust no one, to keep a safe distance, to manipulate and lie, to be afraid, to be cautious and on guard.
When you adopt an older child, there is often a lot that…
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