I'm a missionary. I'm a mom. I'm a wife. I'm a teacher. And three of my children were born from other women. God is teaching me so much in this journey. And I feel like He will use it in the future to help others.
Sunday and Monday were very hard days for me. For one, dry season came in with a fury. We have had pretty nice weather and then, all of a sudden were hit with 100 degree days and no AC.
Sunday, we also learned of some deception going on with one of our younger girls. And it involved other friends from church and dance. After a full day of church service and then baptisms, we had to deal with it, visiting the other families.
The most important thing in our home is truth. We thought we were getting through.
Monday afternoon, I broke. I was just so angry. And hot! I asked, why, God? I'm tired. Overwhelmed.
Tuesday morning, after a good nights sleep, and fresh perspective, I sat her down. I told her that she broke my heart. That I thought she was learning to be honest, and then finding out, she really wasn't. But I also told that I still loved her. That I still am thankful that God chose me to be her mom.
Mothering the broken stretches you in ways you never thought. Everything is different than a child who was raised in a healthy home. Discipline has to be creative. You have to break things that the enemy has had rule over for years. And it seems that truth affects every area. When trust is broken, it touches everything.
But I have a hope. And His name is Jesus. And that Jesus chose Lee and I to parent these children and teach them to come to Him. And although I often feel ill equipped in this journey, I see that He is constantly working behind the scenes.
