Beat down

So, I pretty much just got beat down by a two-year-old. And I don’t mean like in the semi cute way like they “kicked my butt all day by being two.” Like I literally got punched and slapped in the face and kicked. Over and over. And just when I thought that our little chat about hitting punching, pinching, and pulling hair had gotten through to her, she’d say “Okaaaay” very sweetly, and then sucker punch me in the face. Apparently, I’m the sucker that thought she was going to stop punching me in the face. So, then I gave her an early dinner so she wouldn’t have to wait for daddy to get home but apparently she wasn’t into dinner and a literally through it like a professional baseball player all over my entire dining area. On top of every surface and under. It looked like it was time for bed. I tried to be as sweet as possible as I took off her clothes, changed her diaper, put on her pajamas, brushed her teeth, read her favorite book, sang to her, and prayed for her. As I sang to her she slap me in the face again but then settled her head onto my shoulder and I could feel this little girl’s mixed up feelings start to drip off of her. She had a visit this morning and I can’t begin to imagine all the feelings and emotions taking place in her little body. 

A mama posted this on a foster Facebook page.

So as I move on with my evening and go to bed tonight I’m happy that she’s here-testing my patience- getting loved and safe. And I’m very thankful that his mercies are new every morning.

Pray for this Lil Miss Mercy! She’s got a court hearing next week. Pray for mercy over her life.