Every summer, I seem to reach my limit of hearing my little ones whine and cry when I brush their hair. It happened with Kayla when she was little. Maddie too. And now Allison has fallen victim to my scissors. There is something about the hot, stickiness of summer that just makes me a wee bit less patient and a whole lot more practical when it comes to hair!
There is story after story of families torn apart through the process of adoption. Families who are working to put their lives back together because of a child or children who have torn them apart with their own hands. Disruptions, parental right terminations, institutionalizations.... I don't want to be another statistic. I don't want to earn the rights through losing this battle to join the masses of those who've gone before us & have been destroyed. With God's help, can our experience be different? As I was praying and asking God to help our family this morning, He spoke to my heart. Our sons and one, in particular, are attempting to tear our family apart. Daily, through their dysfunction, they pull the blocks down that have held this family together for the last 24 years. And with every fiber of their being, they throw those blocks around and turn a once beautiful building into a pile of rubble and chaos. Through their physical abuse, verbal a...
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