“We don’t yet see things clearly. We’re squinting in a fog, peering through a mist…” 1 Corinthians 13:12 (MSG)
Four years is a long time in kid life. I remember meeting the sibling quartet four years ago. They were strung out across three foster homes, and it took me a couple of clinic visits to figure out they were one family. The boys were all a little unruly, but their freckled faces, dimpled cheeks, and quick smiles got them out of a lot of trouble. The girl was harder to connect with – she was older, and less trusting. But over time, the relationship grew.
Time went by, and somewhere along the way I met their parents. Fell in love with them. Poured into them. Opened my heart, my mind, and occasionally even my checkbook. They got their kids back.
I thought I saw progress, or did I just imagine that?
Then the kids showed up with foster parents again. And I was devastated. And angry. A little at the parents. But mostly at God. “Why don’t you do anything?” I complained. “When are you going to show up? I am tired of this, tired of being disappointed. Tired of watching foster kids come and go. Tired of hoping that their lives will improve, only to realize later that nothing is better. When are you going to do something about this?”
His answer? I did. I sent you.
I don’t like that answer. Because I can’t see very well. I don’t know if what I am spending my life doing makes any difference. I don’t know what happens to that group of three brothers and a sister whose parents can’t get their act together. I don’t know if they get to stay with each other or get separated. I don’t know at what point hope is lost in them. At what point they give up. I just don’t know…
“Now we see things imperfectly, like puzzling reflections in a mirror, but then we will see everything with perfect clarity…Three things will last forever – faith, hope, and love – and the greatest of these is love.” 1 Cor. 13:12 (NLT)