Most days, parenting my adoptive kids is just like parenting my biological ones…the lines are paper thin.

And then there are others, that those lines hit me like brick walls. Thankfully, those are few and far between, but they do come.

Looking over referral paperwork (the info you get when you get matched with your child) for tax stuff, I hit a wall.

“at 5 months he smiles and laughs, and gets a runny nose easily. He is nervous when carried outside.”

“at 7 months she can say, “yiyi” and is afraid of strangers. She is happy when with her (foster) mama.”

Anyone else have those days??

Last week, an evening trip to the grocery store alone (can someone please say, AMEN?), yielded more than just a cart of goods and a blown budget. I grabbed my Bible on the way out the door…I didn’t have any time schedule to be on, and when I’m alone, I usually just wanna hang with Jesus….sitting in the parking lot before I went in, looking up something totally different, I got blown away…

And if you give yourself to the hungry, and satisfy the needs of the oppressed, than your light will rise in darkness…..the Lord will continually guide you….satisfy your desire in the scorched places….give strengh to your bones, you will be like a spring of water whose water does not fail….you will rebuild ancient ruins and be called the repairer of broken walls…..

Isaiah 59:10-12

Catch that? …repairer of broken walls…

As adoptive parents, who have “satisfied the needs of the oppressed,” we get the amazing privilege to repair the broken walls of our children. Our children who have been

left at car dealerships in boxes or