“By this we know love, because He laid down His life for us…”
Our attic is waiting to be cleaned and organized. That job’s been waiting for months, growing bigger by the week.
Little child, are you worth it?
We now have 13 people living in 1300 square feet.
Do we want to send you back to the 15 square feet of your orphanage bed so we can have a little more space for the rest of us?
I’ve made it to a church meeting five or six times in the last five months.
Are we still glad you’re part of our family now, or do you cramp our style too much?
I have very little free time right now, and don’t often go anywhere outside the home.
Would we send you back to the orphanage to allow mama to do more running around?
We actually stooped to using the laundromat to catch up on laundry last week.
Do we wish you weren’t here adding to Mt. Laundry?
A meal requiring more than, oh, maybe half-a-dozen steps is pretty rare around here lately.
Would we rather have fancier meals, or you, lovey girl?
I can stay up past midnight working every night and still not be caught up.
If we could choose again, would we choose a more relaxed life? Or choose you?
I have to place your ng tube or replace your tape every couple of days now, and not always when it’s most convenient for me.
Would we rather let you starve in the orphanage than be bothered with all this therapy and medical stuff?
We’re accepting outside help for some extra household tasks.
We could have handled it all just fine if you were not part of our family, our life.
We’re using paper plates more than we used to.
So big whoop.
When we look into your face, we see, with joy, that Satan lost and God won.
Your life is being reclaimed from destruction.
Our life looks very different than we would have envisioned it a few years ago.
Your life, small one, is worth it.