Full Speed Ahead

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Dear Troy,

I know it's a few days late, but I still wanted to get your birthday letter written.  After all, it's a special birthday--your 13th.  You were officially a teenager on July 14.   


Just five years ago you came to us at nearly eight years old.  You came as a cute freckle faced package bursting with action.  As soon as we pulled into the drive you barreled out of the van, jumped on a ten speed bike, and took off.  Of course, the bike was too big and you had to stop with a crash.  That's how you approach life--full speed ahead.

June 2006

We've been on a journey together.  Our first year was tough.  You had been hurt so much in life, and you were afraid to love or accept love.  Do you remember telling me, "I don't want you to love me?"  How I wanted to just take you in my arms and hold you then, but you wouldn't let me.  Over time your defenses slowly crumbled, and you allowed us in.  We are so glad you did.  It still makes my heart melt when you give me a hug.

You are a strong young man.  We are proud of the way you have handled the challenges life has handed you.  You laid aside your anger, forgave, and chose happiness.  That is not an easy thing to do.  Many adults are unable to accomplish this.  

Several years ago you told us that you thought the reason you went into foster care was so you could learn about Jesus.  Following Him is the most important decision you've ever made in your life.  We don't know all the reasons things in life happen, but if we choose to let God use those things to draw us closer to Him then we can't lose. That's is what you did when you chose to see the good in your situation.

13th Birthday!


Our lives have been blessed by you.  You add spice and excitement.  We are thankful God brought you to us.  We look forward to the future together.  And when you take life at 100 mph, we'll be cheering you on.  Just remember dad and mom might be traveling at 50 mph, and it might take us a little while to catch up.  If you crash, we'll be there to help you up.  When you succeed, we'll cheer you on.  We're in this for life.

Love you son,
Mom

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