Tuesday, February 16, 2016

Learning Loving and Remembering

Foster Care is learning to expect the unexpected.

Last weekend we had been anticipating the arrival of a 2 year old girl who was non-verbal.
When I got in the car to go get her, I called to let them know I was on my way and they let me know she was just placed in treatment foster care.

Treatment foster care is for children who require care above and beyond what a normal home would be able to provide.
These parents have gone above and beyond to deal with things like medical and physical disabilities.
They have attended hours of additional classes to learn how to care for children with these needs.

While we were so greatly looking forward to having her, God had other plans for her.
He had another home for her.
I am so thankful for the other families that feel called to do this hard work.



Foster care is remembering that we are not in control.

On Monday I recieved a call asking about a 'very difficult' three year old boy.
With some hesitation we agreed to take him on a day-by-day basis.

He wasnt difficult.
He said please and thank you. He took turns, he played in the bath.
He was three.
We thought we may have him for a while.
Instead we had him for less than 24 hours.

In 12 hours we loved this child more than we ever could have imagined.
He came into our home, and our hearts.

Foster care is loving no matter how long.

Foster care isn't easy but it is worth it.

Thursday, February 4, 2016

Spaghetti Tacos



We anticipated a call for a young child.
Instead we received a call for a 15 year old girl who needed temporary placement. 
The horrors she has endured in her short life can not even be imagined. 

The morning after her first night in our home she told me she slept through the night for the first time ever. 
EVER. 


She was grateful, she was kind, she was helpful 
and she desperately wanted to be loved. 

She tried broccoli for me, I made spaghetti tacos for her. 
Spaghetti tacos are completely horrifying and not as bad as you imagine all at the same time. 
She felt the same about the broccoli.

Sometimes God doesn't give us what we anticipate. 

I am so glad we changed our minds about taking a teen. 
We said no that same morning. 
We said that we wanted to learn to walk before we learned to run. 
By 4:30pm the same day, I was picking her up. 

Now she has moved on, but
she knows we believe in her. 
She knows God loves her. 

as for us...
God was faithful, 
and 
we learned to run.