What we do for love

Although, some of this is a repeat from a previous blog, it's just a relevant now as it was then.

Different months bring up different thoughts, emotions, associations and feelings.  In November, we tend to all be thankful and count our blessings.  In December, we become generous and giving.  Suddenly in July, the country is again united and celebrating our freedoms.  Well, February is a month of love.

For me, it's not just a month of romantic love (although I have to make a shout out to my man - You are a GREAT hubby and daddy!). It's also a month to celebrate the love of my friends (my peeps), my prayer buddies, my supports. It's a month to also celebrate my love for my children.

My children have a past. They have a hurtful past.  Even though I have offered them a safe home and all the love that I can offer them... they still want to feel loved. They want to know that their birth mother still wants them. They want to know that she still cares about them.  They want her to keep fighting for them. Although I cannot answer their questions about "why" she doesn't do some of the things they need and desperately want her to do... It makes my job much harder to tell them that they are worth fighting for... that they are worthy. A lot harder.

These broken souls. I do love them for them.  I love them in their imperfect state. I find them completely worthy and completely worth fighting for. I find myself doing things that I wouldn't do, just because of my love for them.

If I am trying this hard, I can only stop in awe to think of how our Lord is pursuing each one of us and my children.  He knows that they are worthy. He knows that they are who they are meant to be.  He knows the great plans for each one of them in their life. He knows. I trust and rest in that knowledge that He loves them more than I am capable of, and that's a whole lot.

If you think of it, please pray that my children will see their worth. That they will grow up to realize that their broken past doesn't make them any less valuable to God. They are loved. I want them to know and feel that love.


"(S)he cries in the corner where nobody sees
(S)he’s the kid with the story no one would believe
(S)he prays every night, “Dear God won’t you please
Could you send someone here who will love me?”


Who will love me for me
Not for what I have done or what I will become
Who will love me for me
‘Cause nobody has shown me what love
What love really means"