I don't want to be in this van with him.
Where is my mom?
Where is he taking me?
I just want my mom.
And my brothers, where are they?
He smells.
I really hate him.
Why do I have to be here?
I don't know these people.
Why are those adult so loud?
I'm scared.
The other morning the Lord reminded me how it felt. How it felt to be with someone I didn't like. To be taken to a house of people I didn't know. To remember the fear I felt with my mom not being there.
And He gently let me know THAT is how foster children feel.
{{My experience was not a foster care experience, but a psycho ex stepdad experience}}
Where is my mom?
Where is he taking me?
I just want my mom.
And my brothers, where are they?
He smells.
I really hate him.
Why do I have to be here?
I don't know these people.
Why are those adult so loud?
I'm scared.
The other morning the Lord reminded me how it felt. How it felt to be with someone I didn't like. To be taken to a house of people I didn't know. To remember the fear I felt with my mom not being there.
And He gently let me know THAT is how foster children feel.
{{My experience was not a foster care experience, but a psycho ex stepdad experience}}
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