Pick me! Pick me! For some reason as I went about my day today-this phrase resonated in my heart. And not in a good way. I have become increasingly burdened for the kids in our Heart Gallery who are languishing in foster care waiting for someone to rescue them. I literally hurt for them as I try to put myself in their place; alone, broken, hurting, hopeless and longing for the permanence of a forever family. Just the thought of the fluidity of their lives takes my breath away.
A couple of weeks ago several of our waiting teens attended our Heart Gallery Gala to watch two of our girls dance. It was a blessing to have them there, and the dance was inspiring, but as I left that night, I began to ponder what it must be like to sit at an adoption celebration where your picture (beautiful though it may be) hangs in the Heart Gallery display and where everyone is talking about all of the adoptions that have taken place during the year. I have to believe they are asking “why not me?” “What’s wrong with me?” As a teen, I could not have handled that. I was insecure, self-effacing, and uncertain, but I never wavered in the knowledge of how completely and deeply I was loved by my family. I cannot imagine the emptiness and discouragement that comes after years of disappointments and trauma.
One of the songs from Project Zero’s new “Grafted” album was written by Jason Truby and Tiffany Thornton and is called “Bring Love to Me’. There’s a verse in it that gets me every time I hear it “Seventeen, and wonderin’ who would want the responsibility of a near grown woman. But inside, I’m still a little girl, just longing for love, no matter how grown up”. I see the faces of our older teen girls in my mind every time I hear it.
And yet, in my heart, I have hope. I believe, like I have said before, that God sets, (deliberately and with great purpose), sets the lonely in families; that he is near to the brokenhearted, that He is able to do exceeding abundantly above all I can ask or even imagine. I believe the quote from an unknown author, “there are no unwanted children, just un-found families” and I grow more and more passionate every day about finding them.
I pray that the teens in our Heart Gallery and in our state (and country) who are waiting for a nurturing, unconditional-loving, life-changing forever family will find one soon. I pray that people who have never even considered adoption would be forced to look it straight in the eye and be moved to step out in faith. And most of all I pray that these kids who feel second best will hear their name called as a first choice and will begin the process of healing and becoming all they were created to be.