Appearances

Last Friday's kindergarten Thanksgiving feast found me sitting across from a lady, in her mid to late fifties, named Mary. I've seen her often in the carpool line driving an older model Buick with several children in the backseat. Everyday she picks up Davey, one of Boo's classmates. I assumed that she was a home daycare provider or a devoted grandmother watching her children's children during the workday.

Many times things are not as they appear...

Mary and her husband are the proud parents of four grown children and the grandparents of five grandchildren. They are also the loving parents of six-year-old Davey, the little boy who was their 536th foster child. He came to their home straight from the hospital shortly after birth; when God impressed on their hearts to adopt him, they did. Today they continue to open their home to other foster children. With humility they have such a deep love for the fatherless, and such a faithful, simple obedience to the Father.

I am thankful that she told me her story. I am ashamed to admit that I probably would not have asked... content I would have been with small talk. On Friday I learned how hasty I am in making assumptions...

Many times things are not as they appear.