“It’s different when they are your’s”.
Two years and a few months ago, Cheryl and I had the fortunate encounter of listening to friends talk about their own experience as foster and later adoptive parents. Long time readers might remember me writing about them. They showed us the path to fostering and took our baby puzzle blog in a whole new direction. They explained to Cheryl when she asked, “when did you feel like they were yours?” “Oh honey, they were never mine, they were gifts from God, we just got a chance to take care of them for a little while.”
On our Balck Friday we head to the stores in search of new possessions. New things that we can own. New things we can manipulate and change. New things that are ours. They can be held as a shiny new object. They can be thrown away without a second look. On this glorious discounted day we search for the deal of a life time. We search for things we can possess, things we can own.
Humans cannot be owned. “It’s different when they are your’s”. I was raised by an adopted mom. My dad was raised by adopted dad. The children who are placements in our home cannot be thrown away without a second look, therefore they are not our possession, but gifts from God.
Today, yes even on Black Friday, I am happy for things that I still long for. Many of my things are not able to be bought at a store. Today I am happy to know that God has given me many gifts. Today, I am happy to be reminded that family and friends alike, have given goods examples of the gifts I have been afforded. While others still believe “It’s different when they are your’s”, I know the things that truly matter in life are not those things that I own, they are not things I can throw away or dismiss, they are something much different then any Black Friday sale can provide
Today, remember what you were thankful for yesterday. Happy Black Friday!