So I knew what I was getting in to when I signed up to be a foster parent. You take in these kids who have all kinds of crazy pasts, horrible emotional and mental issues and even sometimes physical disabilities. You bring these kids into your home and family and you take care of them. Not just the basics, food, clothing, etc. You listen to their stories, their awful stories of abuse and neglect. You hear how they still love the people you consider absolute monsters for what they did to their own babies and you cannot imagine why they still have this connection with them. You deal with complete emotional breakdowns and hissy fits that would Kim Kardashian look like an angel. There are siblings in other homes, in other counties, and sometimes other states. You have to constantly be on look out for the last crazies these kids lived with.
It's exhausting really.
But then, through all of this crazy, you fall absolutely in love with these babies. There is a bond there like no other. You did not give birth to these kids but they are yours. And then, as fast as they showed up on your doorstep they disappear to go live with "forever families" or other bio family members.
You know what happens then? You cry. And then cry some more. And then ask yourself, "Why in the heck would I put myself through this insanity!?"
I can tell you why. I prayed for years for God to show me where he wanted to use me. I wanted a place to minister and be a blessing. I don't preach or teach. I sure don't sing. But I can take care of babies. I can love them and pray for them and prepare them for things to come.
This is my ministry. This is where God has placed me for this season of my life. And while it is so rewarding, yet absolutely heartbreaking, I will enjoy this time.
Please pray for one of my sweeties and my family and I as we start the process of moving her to a potential forever home. We want nothing but the best for her!
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