He stands on a bridge. In between thoughts stir in my mind. They are all school aged kids now. A few teeter on the cusp of adolescences. What will the coming years look like? What dreams do they dare allow the freedom to spin hope in their hearts? What hopes do I have for them?
At times doubt berates the corners of my mind. It taunts me saying that I have given up hope. That my faith is weak. It asks why I don’t do more. I have to push against those. I have to shut out the thoughts defining a distorted view of the truth.
Most of the kids with us now will be with us for the rest of their growing up years; and maybe even beyond for some. We call them Lifetime Dreamers. My imagination paints pictures of the coming years. Education. Birthdays. Milestones. Jobs. Skill training. Graduations. University. Weddings. Babies. Careers.
At one time my hopes told stories of high turn over and scrapbooks full of beautiful adoption stories. God redirected hope. The adoptions have been few and far between. The turn over nearly non-existent. And I am okay with that. The stories hope tells now whisper to the deep creation of a family. What lies ahead can carry no other name than that. We are creating a family.
I have not abandoned the idea of adoption for the kids. If it should take place we will accept it like an unexpected gift that arrives in the mail from a dear friend. All the while we will cinch up the ties that bind us. We will learn and grow together. We will love each other. We will be a family.
You are invited to be a part of the House of Dreams family. Come and visit. Help by giving monthly financial support. Pray for us. Keep in touch.
Thank you for helping make dreams come true.
- Tia Angie
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