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Freeing the prisoners....After many years of foster care it is not unusual to have long term relationships with kids who have been with us and have moved on. The most natural ones are when the kids grow up, move on as adults, and adopt us as their children's grandparents. We love those, they are inextricably part of our family, they remain our kids and their kids are our grandchildren as much as any. We get to see them grow and get to see the kids that were once our kids be adult parents blessed with their own children. It is another representation of why the title "grand" is so aptly applied to the "grand parent" job.Some of the kids we maintain those long term relationships are not so happy. There are those who do not develop into successful adults, who struggle into their adulthood with much baggage from their unfortunate childhoods, damaged in many ways, on many levels. We have 2 of the most unfortunate in prison. They did dumb things and landed where they did, as predicted, and now must endure one more layer of the unfortunate. As adults, they get little sympathy and even less expectation that they will get past this. Fact is, when God places these people in the heart He doesn't place them there to be served only if it is fun, only if they "get over it", or only if they continue to be loveable. Certain ones have little left but our love, a love implanted by God. How can they be denied that? They don't deserve it, but how much of the love of God did I ever deserve? So we visited one in prison this weekend. He is trapped in an identity crisis, trying as hard as he can with his 22 year old over- sized ego to validate his existence and future. He has little interest in anything outside himself. It is very sad. When we parted he hugged like he hadn't hugged in a long time. Truth is, he hasn't. He still has a couple of years to endure...then something else altogether when he is outside. However that works out and whatever it is, we know he will still be ours, and the love of God can pour through us. The hope of hopes is that the love He has placed will be contagious, and my son, so damaged and tattered, can really serve with that love preeminent. If he does, these things from prison and unhappiness will be small, the means to the ultimate end. 6:47 PM - Jan. 25, 2009 - post comment
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