11/29/2025
Well said!
You adopted a child from foster care.
You had them since birth.
You thought maybe… just maybe… if you started early, you could protect them from the pain.
You gave them everything.
Love. Stability. Safety.
Middle-of-the-night rocking and morning snuggles.
Court hearings and caseworker calls.
The prayers you whispered over their crib when no one else was watching.
But trauma came anyway.
It showed up in the outbursts.
In the fear.
In the way they test your love again and again,
just to make sure you’ll still be there.
And you are.
You stay.
You study.
You listen to adoptees.
You read the hard books.
You sit with your own discomfort, because you know…
this is not about you.
This is about helping a child heal.
A child who lost everything before they could even speak.
A child who didn’t ask for this story, but now has to live it.
And you?
You’re choosing to live it with them.
That’s Christlike.
Not the shiny, Sunday-morning kind.
But the gritty, foot-washing, cross-carrying kind.
The kind that says,
“I’m not going anywhere.”
Even when it’s hard.
Even when the world doesn’t understand.
Even when the healing is slow.
You had them since birth.
And trauma still came.
But so did love.
So did grace.
So did you.
And you’re still here.
That’s what makes this holy.
