“Mommy, you know why I was great today at school?”

“Why buddy?”

“Because I knew I could be great!”

This said, by the little boy, who hardly spoke his own words, at age three.

This profound truth, said, by the broken, wounded, being made whole, day by day, little boy, who is moving forward – in every new moment.

These words are big.  They are new.  They are his.

They are a bold proclamation of truth we have been pouring into him,day after day, for four years now.

“We believe in you son.”

“You are valuable.”

“You belong here, and we want you.”

“Dalton, we love you.  No matter what.  Forever.  For always.  We are your parents, and we adore YOU!”

Dalton is my boy.  He belongs to me.  I love this kid.  He makes me laugh.  He is stinking cute.

And, he can be really annoying. And constant.  He processes 99% of his thoughts out of his mouth.  He copies, word for word, his older siblings.

He can be cruel. And pushy.  Sometimes I lay in bed with him, and try to love on him, and he pulls away. Literally, he moves away, so I won’t touch him.  So, of course, I don’t.  And it hurts.

He can be detached. And isolated.  Sometimes, he plays mind games, and traps himself in corners, distanced from my heart.  He chooses shut down, and hides, and shelters himself from the arms of a mommy that loves him.

I too am cruel. Annoying and constant. Pushy and detached.

I am his mommy.  And he has a birth mommy.  Dalton was a foster child, lost in a broken system.

He is now adopted.  He belongs.

And now he is my child, lost in his broken dreams of normalcy.

Sometimes Dalton lets me in, and sometimes, he doesn’t.  And I don’t get to decide what day today happens to be.

I am learning, daily, and embracing, deeply – the less I need it to look a certain way, the more it becomes a real thing.  The less I push my love onto him, the  more he lets me hold him, and adore him, and reach him.

The less I project and resist and play “what if” in my head, the more we just get to connect, and play, and be – the mommy and son God knew we would be.

I am Dalton’s mommy.  Dalton did great at school today, because he knew he could do great.  I had something to do with that.  AND I had nothing to do with it at all.

This little boy, and his twin sister – they have WRECKED my life.  Since they entered my heart, I will never be the same.

And for this..I am grateful.

My online mentor, Jeff Goins, has written a book, a profound, deep call for each of us, to live WRECKED lives.

To live daily, second by second, and choose moments of wreckage.

To be open to possible heartache, and be willing to be broken for the sake of others.

To step out and stop waiting on others to do something.  “Someone should really fix…”  That someone is YOU!

“While one grows complacent in his accomplishments, the hero is working hard, getting stronger. These heroic stories and epic tales are all preaching the same gospel: greatness has a cost. We know this; yet, so few of us are willing to walk through the mire, to spend countless hours doing the hard, thankless work of heroes. Not for the satisfaction of today, but tomorrow. We are unwilling to rise to the occasion because we’re too scared or maybe too scatterbrained to stick with the process for the long haul. Yes, greatness has a cost, and its name is commitment.” 

Jeff Goins,

“Wrecked, When a Broken World Slams into Your Comfortable Life”

Don’t read this book if you are happy in your comfort zone.

Don’t read this book if you prefer TV over real life interactions.

Don’t read this book if you need to pray about making a sacrifice for someone else.

Read it if you are ready to be WRECKED.

For life.  For today. For tomorrow. For making investments that matter for all of eternity.  Your WRECKED life is alive and ahead of you. Walk into it.  And don’t do it alone.  There are thousands out there desiring the same.  I am one of them.

I am ready for more WRECKED moments. I hope you are too.

Purchase your copy August 1-4, and receive over $150 worth of goodies in return.  Go to the Wrecked Book site to make it happen: http://wreckedthebook.com/

But again, only if you are ready to be WRECKED!

Gloria and Dalton

These two have WRECKED me.  For good!

So grateful for my adopted twins.

P.S.  They lost their first tooth less than three days apart.

P.S.S. I am a twin too.  God is so cool to love us with details like that.

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What is your last moment of WRECKED living?  When has God opened your heart so wide, you just couldn’t help but be moved to jump?