Some years back we did foster care and had a number of children come through our home. Each had their own stories but for the most part, they were not happy stories. In many cases, they had experienced things that children should never experience. Each of those children made a place in our hearts and all these years later I find myself thinking about them - wondering what happened and hoping and praying for their best.
We had one little boy whose life had been pretty bad who really caught our hearts. Through the years, I have felt that we failed him even though we did our best for him. My imaginings of his future were rarely positive. Then the other day, I got talking about him with a church member and came home and decided to try to hunt him down on the internet. I think I found him on Facebook. Its hard to tell as he was just a child then and is now a grown man plus there is almost no biographical info on his facebook page and is name isn't an uncommon one. Still, I'm pretty sure it is him.
Here's the wonderful part, he looks to have gotten things together and found a positive direction for his life against what were terrible odds. I hope it is him. And whether it is or is not, that little boy, now a man, is still in my heart and my prayers.
I've thought about contacting him to see... but I'm conflicted between whether a contact from his past would be comforting (to know we still think of him and pray for him) or troubling as it would surely bring painful memories to the surface. So, for now, I'm not contacting but continuing to pray and dream.