This morning I was at an event for the new families whose kids will be joining mine at Covenant this fall.
It's always fun to see the mix of excitement and fear cross their faces when you start talking about Singapore Math, and recess, and they start actually invisioning their child on campus in their uniform.
Were they to know my children better, their faces might read a little heavier on the fear side.
Oh, I kid.
Anyway, I was talking to a couple of women who will have Explorers in the fall and they mentioned that they read this blog. I told them that's Trey's favorite thing - when he's telling a story and someone says, "Yeah, I know. I read it on your wife's blog." Fantastic.
It is a strange relationship, though - the one's created in the whole blog-world. I feel like I know people really well even though we've never met face to face. I like the people who's blogs I read and I feel kind of like a friend even though they have no idea who I am. I'm not the most consistent commenter but I'm a faithful reader. As a writer, I love comments because it helps me know who's out there reading. I also have to be careful not to get my feelings hurt if I write something and no one says anything. It could be because the post stunk to high-heaven, or maybe they were just busy and had to go change a stinky diaper and cook dinner and drive carpool and go to work. At least, that's what I like tell myself when I go to my happy place where there's only rainbows and sunshine.
What I try to do is remember why I write this thing in the first place...I'm not a scrapbooker and writing all this stuff down sure helps alleviate the guilt I feel for checking the NO box on yet another Creative Memories Evite. I also really want to share with whomever might land here about the work the Lord is doing in West Dallas. Sometimes it's easier for me to laugh about the craziness than it is to really write about some of the heartache that's going on all around us.
All that to say, the ladies I was speaking to today were asking about the neighborhood, and the blog, and I asked them if they remembered a family of kids we kept about six months ago. Back in September, we had, for the second time, part of a family of seven kids come stay with us. CPS got involved and basically did nothing. I may or may not have written an ugly letter to them on this here blog.
Now, six months later, just as we told them would happen, the family is coming apart at the seams once again. The kids haven't been in school in a month, they're wandering the streets at all hours, hungry, and dirty. We're finding ourselves stuck between a system that won't act and a momma who can't take care of her kids but won't let anyone help her.
In the middle are seven really great children who break our hearts and eat all our popsicles. We're O.K. with the popsicles, we just wish we had a little less of the heart breaking.
So, these ladies I was talking with today - the blog readers - encouraged me to share what's going on so that, if you feel so moved, you might pray for them. And for us. Our hearts are all pretty heavy and burdened and I want to fix it and can't.
This whole blog thing is still kind of weird to me but when I meet women like I did today, and read posts like this from my blogger-friend Traci, whom I've never met face to face, I'm assured there is a powerful, gracious God who uses really strange ways to get our attention and uses really strange venues to bring His people together.