A couple from my church just recently signed up to be foster parents and had their first overnight stay last night. They hosted a cute little brown-skinned kid with big bright eyes, a huge smile and cheeks for days.
I was so happy for them. We'd been praying for them to get the right child, and for the experience to be a pleasant one.
Today, that sweet, adorable boy was gone. The courts ordered him back home, and they told us he cried when it was time to go.
For some reason, maybe because I have such a heart for orphans, I was deeply saddened by the news. I cried on my husband's shoulder tonight, as I do whenever life gets too overwhelming. I can't help but wonder what that little guy is doing at this exact moment. I pray he's somewhere safe and protected. I pray he has enough of everything - food, clothes, opportunity. And most of all, I pray that one day, he will make the best life decision possible and accept Jesus as his savior.
Wherever you are in the world tonight, sweet boy, I am praying for you, and I am contemplating how I too, can respond to God's command to care for the orphan.