Ten years ago, I spent my 29th Birthday on our back patio with friends. I was oblivious that 50 miles away from me, two precious children were being uprooted from their first foster home. The ten month old baby had a skull fracture. Because of the foster parent’s negligence in taking him to the doctor, they were being placed in a different home.
On the morning of Monday September 24th, as I prepared my stuff to drive to Houston to visit my friend Angela, we received “the call.”
A sibling group of two: a 5 year old girl, a 10 month old boy; termination trial for parental rights would be in December…..This is the hardest part of foster care: the emotional risk. Everyone involved knows it is hard to take in kids then release them so the caseworkers tell you upfront what you’re looking at.
For Ryan and I, who had no children, we consciously knew our hearts were on the chopping block. We knew we might fall in love and have our hearts broken.
But we said yes.
And then we panicked. And prayed a lot.
We were so clueless. I remember thinking, “I have no idea what time a 5 year old should go to bed….do they know how to shower on their own? brush their own teeth?”
But God, in all his goodness, equipped all four of us to become a family. When I think back on our story, I’m overwhelmed with how good it is. I am humbled and blessed that God would choose me to do this: to parent, to love, and to be loved by these children.
For ten years you have watched them grow up (if you’ve read this blog that long – or went that far back in the archives.)
It’s incredible isn’t it? What an amazing work Jesus has done in our lives over the past 10 years.
Go ahead, watch the video and try not to cry. I still can’t get through it without emotion!
~For those friends who joined us in prayer over the years covering these two children’s lives – thank you! Every single one of you have loved them so well. We wouldn’t be where we are without each of you.