I wrote a letter today to the one Barton girl we have had since our first day at Vera Lloyd. Now that the girls' side of our Transitional Living Program is open, she has officially moved into that program as of this weekend. We are so excited for her and know this is the crucial next step to her success in life, but we are so sad to see her go. We are praying that the hard work and endurance she has shown thus far will continue as she takes on large parts of life on her own. We pray for good influences and that she will be able to build trust quickly with the new people in her life. We pray she will find the strength and courage from her faith to make the right decisions and do what is best for her and others. We pray that she will grow through the impending difficulties rather than become imbittered. We pray for opportunities to be a part of her life as our role in her life transforms. And we pray for the strength to let go enough so she can spread her wings and begin the process of becoming who she was meant to be.
" I am still confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be courageous and let your heart be strong. Wait for the Lord .” –Psalm 27:13-14 I hadn't noticed until now that brave and strong is part of waiting. Because running and explaining and indulging and figuring out is so much a part of our world. I forgot that wait is a verb, not a space-filler, not a time-waster. In the waiting, we are learning our hope. In the waiting, we become His; we come alive. In the waiting, we build the pages upon which He will write the story. In the waiting, the story has already begun. Right now, my waiting is the story. How silly for me to think that brave and strong was only for empire-building and battle-fighting. I’ve been having strong moments and really weak ones. Because even though I’ve set up my circumstances for rest and family and connection right now, wherever I go, I can still find the drugs of efficien
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