Why do people always leave me? Don't leave me! It’s unfair!
Why is this my life? I promise I will call you when I know where you are
and I won’t forget about you! It will be
okay. It has to be.
This afternoon I watched a sibling group—or at least the
remaining 3 of 5 siblings say good bye to each other. Separated. Two went to one home. And one went to another. The other two have been gone for some
time. They were chosen to be adopted
but the remaining 3 at least had each other.
But not now. Moved again. New homes.
New parents. New rules. New schools. Where will I wake up? When will I be fed next? Who will I be with tomorrow and the next day
and the next? I could see the questions
in their eyes and holes in their hearts.
In my mind I could hear myself shouting—it should not be
like this. This is wrong. Parents should never go away. Kids should never have to be dragged away
from their siblings because there is not a home that can take all of them. I have spent a lifetime oblivious to the
grossly unfair plight of children that don’t have a person to call mom or dad. But now I know. I have seen it. I am living it. And it feels like I anything that we try to do
is as effective as child super hero band aid attempting to cover a jagged,
gaping, mortal wound. We can never do
enough. We cannot help them all and my
heart aches at the injustice of it all.
There are too many children.
Listening to these children sob their good-byes to each
other changed me today. It is not
fair. Why do some children enter this
world to a roomful of welcoming arms-family ready to cheer every milestone and
dote one each smile, roll over, and first steps? And why does another child face 6 new schools
in one year only to find they have failed a grade again. Why do some kids have a patient parent
sitting vigilantly through an evening of homework and another child across town
can’t begin to think about homework because the hunger pains in their belly and
the yelling from the room next door blur the letters and numbers on crinkled
papers?
My comfortable life excuses are being drowned by the words sobbed by 3 crying
children. I have no defense. My ungratefulness, ignorance, and blinders
must go away. Love needs to win. Compassion needs to triumph. God can take these stories of hopelessness and
rewrite them—He doesn’t need my help to do it because He can do what He
wants. But I am raising my hand. I volunteer.
I want to be in the story. I want
to watch God redeem His children. I don’t
know where this ship is sailing to or whether it will be smooth sailing or stormy seas. But I am on the deck with faith in my pocket
and hope in my hand and the quiet echoes of a child asking why me…….
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