7 children either came to or went from my home on 20 of the past 120 days. 10 months to 13 years, male and female, with vastly differing needs and preferences. And today. No emergency underwear or comfort food run. No one dropped off furniture or clothes. No work, school or daycare. No county case… Continue reading Day One-Hundred and Twenty: Rest is More
She’s everything on the other side of every line I definitively drew when I knew there were needs beyond me (like teen years) and defined my fostering borders. God said “ok” for one-hundred and fifteen days and six children then blew those borders away on day one-hundred and sixteen with seven. Reasoning through all facts… Continue reading Day One-Hundred and Sixteen: When “No” Means “Yes”
On day three she called me “momma.” On day forty-four I framed a picture from a visit with her mother and set it on the eye-level shelf by her crib. On day forty-six she snatched it up, gave the picture all of her giddy smiles, hugs and kisses. On day forty-eight I had to replace… Continue reading Day One-Hundred and Eight: It Takes a Village
There are seven files on a desk at our agency for children whose souls bear the weight of Satan’s crafty lies that there is no place for them in this world, lies that are harder to know are lies when hard pressed for foster homes able to say “yes.” I can’t tell you that you… Continue reading Day One-Hundred and Two: God Does therefore We Do
At Saturday’s end, I set out our clothes and wrestled a busy mind to sleep. Then came a Sunday that began with the stresses and messes of a restless heart. In the wake of our week of diving deeper into the system, I needed to know that the God of angel armies is indeed by… Continue reading Day… What day is it? The number doesn’t even matter. It’s church day.
My baby girl needs all of the one-on-one care I can give right now and so I had to say no to you. To being your safe place, to speaking words of hope into and over your hurting heart, to giving you what I’m giving her. And so my words for you stand for a… Continue reading Day Eighty: All Dressed Up with Nowhere to Go
Six different people called her my baby girl today. Family and friends and grocery shopping acquaintances alike, "Your baby girl is [beautiful... sleeping... so happy... so much fun... this precious thing and that]." And yes, she was and is all of those things. But mine? That's the one that has my heart heavy and light,… Continue reading Day Seventy-Two: Mine