This was the second week in a row that we have picked up J from school early, driven down to Saginaw, only to get a text that his mom had called or texted saying she wouldn't be back at home in time for the visit, despite confirming earlier in the day. This was also the second time in a row (and ever) that he cried when it didn't happen. On many other cancellation occasions, he just looked stone-faced and jumped into playing something else. I am conscious of what I say in the moment, only giving details that I am sure of, trying to be positive, yet also not excuse his mother's lack of consideration for him and his sisters.
The more I think about having these boys in our lives for a longer time frame, the more I want to have good answers for them about how they came to be part of our family, how we see them, and most importantly how God sees them. So I want to try and write a children's book (since I want to explain it to our won children at first) from the ideas and beliefs that God has brought to mind, directly from his Word, and our experiences. I'm hoping to use these Thursday afternoons to also start organizing that. If this book turns out, it will truly be God's will because I am not a skilled writer, and I even have a hard time putting ideas into words. But I feel like it is a worthy and helpful pursuit- we'll see what happens!
