Getting a Grip

This is really hard. To know that Mojo is in a safe place and to see that he doesn't know it yet. To watch him try and disappear. To ignore him so that he can just settle in and work these things out.

I feel sad -- because I don't know what went wrong for him at such a young age, but clearly it was enough to take all the sparkle out of him.

I feel mad, because somewhere out there is an idiot (sorry, I'm not choosing to find a nicer description) who is responsible for this.

I feel deflated, because my ego whispers the lie that I should be enough ... that Mojo should be able to tell that we already are so committed to him, and that even though his foster parents warned us that this would take time .... I guess I wanted to be part of some miracle conversion that would be accomplished in hours instead of days.

And I am also dismayed with myself that I'm having a hard time accepting that.

I guess it's a good thing we are studying perserverance as taught in the book of James in our couple's Bible study!

"Consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters,whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything." James 1:2-4

What was that old bumper sticker? "Give me patience, Lord ... but hurry!"