The biggest was my little friends whom I had been working at becoming friends with at a partnering organization decided to send the girls to another organization instead of here. It's like we broke up. We broke up and they (the organization) didn't even tell me, I had to hear it from someone else. I didn't even get to say good bye and I'm a J (ENFJ, Myers Briggs). The oldest sister who I had been spending lots of time with even asked about me on Sunday, the day before they moved away. I had invested time, heart, money and love and we broke up.
The home they went to is a good one, one of the best. But I know they would have done well had they come here. I had plans, dreams and ideas. We were going to build forts in the living room, make mud pies, and learn to love ourselves and each other. It's just hard because it isn't what I planned. But isn't that how life often goes? We make plans but those aren't necessarily the way things will go. I'm not sure if it was in God's plans to send the girls elsewhere, but I know He can make good come from it. I trust Him.
I trust Him.
Even when my heart breaks, I don't get to say goodbye and when life doesn't go as I planned.
We do have another little girl here. She's great. She's Happy. No really, her name is Happy.