Last week I read two great posts on this blog. She wrote two posts about what it is like to intentionally - without any feelings of love - love the kids you adopt. (Similar to what Jen Summer's posted last week, but a much different style.) And then what it is like when the feelings finally come. Here's the first post. And second post.
Ironically, on another blog I follow, the woman wrote about the same thing this week - again, in her own way.
I always love reading things that are going on inside of me but don't have words of my own yet. My feelings of love for my kids (or feeling like they are really mine) are definitely growing, but it is a slow process. It takes time. Many days those feelings are just not there and it is an intentional choice to pour out affection and nurture. As I have said a few times, that is okay. While I feel like my African kids have been with us for way longer than six months, six months in our family is really only a blip of time in the grand scheme of life and how long (God willing) they will be part of my life going forward.
The feelings of my kids really being mine is God's work to do and He is faithful.
1 comment:
ah, such a good reminder. thanks for your honesty, Jen!
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