Tears

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 It has been a hard week.  Little Girl has been in tears several times a day.  She misses her other grandma.  She even cried at preschool.  I feel at a loss on how to help.


Tonight I tried to explain to her that she needed to be in a home where she could always be safe and loved.  I held her in my arms and stroked her sweet brown cheeks as the tears fell once again.    Those big brown eyes so sad looked up at me and questioned, "But I'll never see her again?"  Cradling her in my arms, we prayed together for God to take away the sadness and watch over her grandma.

 

It has now been two months since the children came to our home, and I think Little Girl's memories are fading.  She can't remember what grandma looked like.  It scares her.  The things familiar to her are slipping away.

Little Girl is struggling with the same things many children who suffer loss deal with.  In trying to process her circumstances, she wonders if this all happened because she was naughty or because she did not love enough.

My heart hurts tonight.  Tears well up in my eyes as I think of her pain.  I long to make it all better, and I can't.

Heading to bed but longing for the day when "He will wipe away every tear from their eyes."


Comments

  1. Mary JeanSeptember 29, 2013 at 6:06 AM

    Poor little gal!!!! That is sad--praying for our Lord's comfort for her also and for wisdom for you and your family in supporting her.

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  2. Charlotte MooreSeptember 29, 2013 at 5:47 PM

    Bless her little heart and yours too. So sad for her to have been through so much at such an early age.

    GOD BLESS!!!

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  3. thesleepyknitterOctober 1, 2013 at 6:45 AM

    Bless your sweet little girl! We have one who grieves the loss of her foster family, with whom she lived from age three to age eight, and we cannot return her to them. What's done is done, and she misses them so very much. Some nights are just hard. May God comfort your child and ours!

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