I don't even really know how to write this post, and I hope I don't step on too many toes.
We've had many people tell us that we have done such a wonderful thing for the boys by taking them in and giving them a home. One person told me that we deserve a medal. What?!? It bothers me to no end.
I never understood until this minute why my dear mother in law would get frustrated when people would tell her that her husband must be something special to step in and marry a woman with four sons, but now, I do.
We haven't done anything fabulous. Sure, the boys now have a permanent home. They have a mommy and daddy who will love them forever and who will teach them about the Lord. They have comfortable beds and toys. They have cousins and grandparents now.
But that doesn't make Tim and me admirable. It doesn't make us extra holy or amazing. Actually, I feel like I've been given the blessing. I feel like the boys/CPS/the LORD has done something amazing for me!
And since I never have known what to say when people tell me how wonderful I am, I was relieved to remember this verse, and it is likely what I will reply next time the situation occurs:
Luke 17:10. "So you too, when you do all the things which are commanded you, say, 'We are unworthy slaves; we have done only that which we ought to have done.'"