This year was so much different than last. If you are not up to date, you can read about last Thanksgiving here.
This year, we had a little guy in the house!
Ok, so he was running around with the other kids and I barely saw him until evening, but it felt good to know he was there! (laugh)
And while we are at it, let’s state the obvious….
Ok, so he is not our child…
BUT – this was our first holiday ever to have a child in our home that is connected to us. There were so many holidays that my heart ached to have a child with us. Christmases with silence echoing on the walls. Jeff and I trying to cheer each other up while saying intermittently throughout the day how we “sure wish we had children here”.
Even while chatting with our adult guests this Thanksgiving, there was something special about the hand that slipped in my elbow and the tug followed by: “Miss Dana”….
A lot of children call me “Miss Dana”, but this child lives with us and is cared for by us. There is a heart tug, a cord that can be pulled to instantly grab my attention. There is a connection, though unseen, that surpasses any other voice calling me “Miss Dana”. It is the voice of big boy and other children to come. It is the voice of a child who is counting on me and Jeff to help him through this difficult season of his life. He is counting on us, though he does not realize it, to be in relationship with God, with each other, to be consistent, sensitive, listening and ever hearing things spoken or unspoken.
As much as he is a lifeline to us, we are a lifeline to him.
We have faced much loss and yet so has he. His heart cries out for his family and is separated from them. His heart loves every part of his roots. His family tie holds strongly to his thoughts and is ever with him.
A picture comes to my mind of a person that must fall from a building caught on fire. Wouldn’t that person much rather land on something resilient and soft rather than the ground? And that is what we are. He was forced to jump out of a situation and we were the safety net on the other end. It will never take away the pain in his heart or take away the longing he has for his family. No, nothing can do that… Only Jesus can help him through that, but we are the soft thing to land on. We are conduits of the love of Jesus. Not only will we care for him while he is with us, but we will gently guide him, love him, treasure him, and remind him daily of his importance.
We are grateful for the distinct privilege of being his caretakers for this season and however long we are given the opportunity. What a precious boy he is.