Sometimes The Struggle weighs heavy on me.
The choices I have made in life, they impact more than just me.
I have chosen to fight, to struggle for, life, justice, and love. That fight affects more than just me.
It impacts my whole family.
Is it worth it?
Right now sitting here at 9:53 p.m. listening to Black Sabbath I'm inclined to say, "yes it is worth it."
We have rescued 9 girls and impacted many hundreds more. Plus our own biological children are growing up in a way that is not only unique, but meaningful.
Not to mention myself and Kate. We have become so much more than what we were in Texas.
Once upon a time we just sat in church, listening to sermons and paying our tithe. Reading supposed Christian books and listening to terrible music just because it was labeled as Christian.
Got tired of that and tried the American Dream, and well it didn't work for us.
Creating family from the ashes of lives, well that is just plain awesome.
I don't mind tutting our own horn here. What we have done, with the assistance of the Divine, is just phenomenal.
Children who had no future, no hope at all, now can actually dream of being models, doctors, teachers, and presidents.
I don't know what tomorrow will bring, except for one fact. We (Kate and I) will fight for, love, sacrifice, discipline, teach, and be silly with all our children. Our blood and our adopted blood.
The struggle is worth it.