It’s been almost four years since my 8-year-old-son came home to us from Haiti. Most days his wounds from abandonment and adoption are unseen to the naked eye. He is happy, adjusted, confident and courageous. But every once in a while these wounds make themselves known to us, and it’s in these moments that I remember that my son has deep wounds that may never heal completely until the day of Jesus.
Recently my husband and I took an out-of-town weekend trip and left the kids in great hands with friends at our house. They had a fabulous time and were spoiled rotten. They had slurpees, painted pumpkins, went out for burgers, and even drank soda. They were perfectly cared for and had a great weekend.
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