First of all, I would like to say exactly what's on my mind. There are no words except these:
Life can be really shitty.
There. I said it.
My students at school live lives that make my soul hurt. They make me hurt for the four ninos. The lives they have and can't control make me so angry. The frustration that wells up inside of me, frustration that the adoption didn't turn out differently; we so wanted it too. With all of our beings. Seeing the response from kids at school that I wanted to see before. Embracing a child after they've been through discipline and are repentant. Feeling the joy of renewal and connection. I wanted that so badly with my children.
I rejoice that my students experience it. Yet I'm torn between the deep longing it brings for the ninos, and the joy I have with my students.
They kingdom come Lord, on earth. In my life, in my classroom, in every interaction I have. Because only You make this worth it.