early this morning, for early is always morning'o'clock for me no matter how late i lay my head on the pillow the night before. this morning, early was 4:40am. outside with the pooch for her necessary task, i saw beauty in the fog so i grabbed my camera and snapped a pic. and it struck me, that through the fog of this terrible thing that happened to our family, a certain beauty remains. beauty in the pain, in the One who holds us up, in the way He orchestrates me finding more families traumatized and shattered by that program too many daughters entered and continue to walk through its doors.
it happened yesterday. i found a set of parents whose daughter went through the same program, alleged identical atrocities, rejected and blocked them from her life, then (in her 20's) went on to be adopted by a new couple. too deep and terrible to understand. such devastated hearts. the hubs and i met with them last night. late into the night there was non-stop sharing of hearts and experiences which are too similarly sinister to ignore.
and yet? there is joy .. for He has set our feet high on the treacherous places and is using us to come alongside others who are walking this terrible path. joy set before us. He is our joy.
the hubs and i are emotionally exhausted..
i'm sure the other set of parents are as well.
that's to be expected. also to be expected
is sensing whispers of strength from
the One who is our joy.
Joy set before us.
p.s. i realize this subject matter is difficult to absorb, much less consider commenting. i get that. if you'd rather, please simply comment that you're praying. it'd be so encouraging to me and the others knowing you're lifting us up.