thinking about the broken roads that brought me four children.
my heart stirs with anger about the injustice.
a week ago, i wanted to seek out a birth mother. i have no warm and tender feelings for her. i wanted to hunt down pathetic orphanage workers. i wanted justice for the injustices my child suffered...
but, the spirit nudges me to see it differently...
thank filled that god kept them and carried them. thank filled that he intends to use the injustice to point to the glory of his perfect justice. thank filled that god has called me to seek justice on their behalf.
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