Pooh

"Finally, brothers whatever is true, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is commendable- if there is any moral excellence and if there is any praise-dwell on these things." Phil. 4:8

Since in my last post, I may have seemed unsympathetic to my sweet Pooh's feelings, I now choose to dwell on that which is true, pure, lovely and commendable.

Here is my Pooh. This picture is a year or so old, but it is just so sweet, and shows the spirit that I know God has created in her.

See, I don't know what my angel went through before I found her. God led us to her and her sisters about two years ago, and we adopted them that same year. She was barely four when they were taken into foster care, and they were in and out of a children's shelter for most of that year, until God brought us together.

Whatever is true: Pooh is extremely bright, and not just by her Mommy's standards. She is so capable. She wants to learn to be a good friend. She tries every day to trust us even though everything in her tells her she can't.

Whatever is pure: Pooh's love for her sisters. Her desire for knowledge. Her fear.

Whatever is lovely: Her happy, silly laugh. Her whisper when her sisters are asleep. Her clear blue eyes when the shadows are gone.

Whatever is commendable: Pooh fights her demons every day. When she falls down, she gets back up and starts over again. She loves to do things for others. She took care of her sisters when there was no one to take care of her.

I love my Pooh with all my heart, and I long for the day when she can fully feel that and believe it.