God has called us to help the widow and the orphan but in
getting caught up in the calling, the doing, we might not see that He is growing
us. Until the moment we do and it takes our breath.
This is what I’m learning, especially the past year through
fostering. It was a year ago…the Tuesday
after Labor Day when those first two brown headed babies walked into our lives
and changed us forever.
As we cared for them, loved them, our hearts broke over and
over again. Realizing where they came
from and how great their needs were. We
were stretched and changed. I read this
on another blog not long ago and thought it was so elegantly put:
Our high calling is the spaces our heavenly Father grows us
into as we realize we were made for more.
We weren’t made for happiness, or comfort, or ease. We were made to look like Jesus…Everything is
woven together to achieve that purpose.
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In June after not having a placement for a little over two
months, the cutest, snuggliest little guy came to stay. He was from a county pretty far over so after
only about 2 ½ weeks he left us. It was
hard to see him go and I think about him often and pray for him. I’m thankful to have gotten to know him.
So then July passed and then most of August. We got a couple of calls for little ones but they
ended up not working out. Then we got a
call from some friends who are also foster parents. They are moving and were not being allowed to
take the two little boys they’ve had for about 10 months. They asked if we would be willing to take
them. We said yes!
It’s sad for our friends to say goodbye to these precious
boys who have become just like their own.
It’s sad that the boys are being uprooted and have to get used to a new
home, a new family even a new daycare.
So, it’s less than ideal to say the least. But so many things are in foster care. But God is still in control and his timing is
everything.
The boys are absolutely precious.
They are 2 ½ and 15 months and I believe they are the reason our home
has been open for so long.
So…Rod and I are going on a trip for our anniversary that
was in August. When we return, we will
pick up these sweet boys and for however long they need us, we will be a family
of four boys. Oh goodness! The wrestling and horse playing that are in
my future…
It’s hard. It’s
amazing. We hurt. We’re broken. We cry. We
laugh. We love. We give. And through it all we have the amazing privilege
of seeing a glimpse of God’s glory.
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