She needs a good 6 month sabbatical from the constant hollering and the getting up at 4am to watch her 2 year old cousin before she gets herself on the school bus. She needs space to breathe, space to move without the overly watchful eyes of her aunt and grandmother and space to lie down and watch the Disney channel for 3 hours straight on Saturday mornings. She needs to be able to sleep through the night without having to fetch things for her drunk aunt who’s too jacked up to see straight. She needs to feel the pleasure of a handful of hours to do with what she pleases. She needs to be able to eat PBJs until she’s sick on her tummy from the awesomeness that is a PBJ. She needs to be a kid who feels like she is person of value.
She needs a family that she gets to be a part of, not a family that she is responsible for. She’s eleven, for Pete’s sake.
I know Jesus is doing something in our family. I just can’t say exactly what.
I find that my eyes are ever on the prospect that Jesus is making space in our home to hold one more face for a season. I often imagine that it’s the little girl from down the street and around the corner. Sometimes, I let myself linger over the thought of the baby whose parents are both up to their eyeballs in DSS investigations.
But even as I let myself nest and imagine life with one more person in our home, I am keenly aware that all this stretching may simply be the slow way of Jesus shifting my posture towards my neighbors.
And His slow way says enter into and stay until He chooses to deliver.
Is this not the fast which I choose,
To loosen the bonds of the wickedness,
To undo the bands of the yoke,
And to let the oppressed go free
And break every yoke?
Is it not to divide your bread with the hungry
And bring the homeless poor into the house;
When you see the naked, to cover him;
And not hide yourself from your own flesh?
Then your LIGHT will break out like the dawn,
And your recovery will speedily spring forth;
And your righteousness will go before you;
The glory of the LORD will be your rear guard.
Isaiah 58: 6-8
PS. If you gave me your One Word on the first, be expecting an email from me tonight. I have landed on an idea! Woot!