A day we remember that every child–deserves a family.
That every child would know that they deserve more than an existence within a crib, everyday, without being taken out. Even for meals.
To hope that each child would be chosen. That they would be scoped up into the arms of people who chose to love, beyond their blood, beyond their borders, beyond fear–scooped out of ashes and misery and into family. Into being bigger blessings just by being them than they ever knew they were.
- …and to comfort all who mourn, to care for the needs of all who mourn in Zion, give them bouquets of roses instead of ashes, Messages of joy instead of news of doom, a praising heart instead of a languid spirit. Rename them “Oaks of Righteousness” planted by God to display his glory. They’ll rebuild the old ruins, raise a new city out of the wreckage // Isaiah 61