The miracle of life is amazing to me. Sperm and egg…embryo…fetus…baby.
Any woman that has ever had difficulty trying to conceive knows that timing needs to be perfect. You chart and graph so much to expose the opportune time to create a life. So much, in fact, that you could teach some research scientists a thing or two. I know this from experience (but that is another post).
I am awed by the miracle of life.
Now imagine all of that timing coming together to create a precious little life and it not being in your body.
Imagine steps ordained and seeds planted long before you ever knew that little heart had even started beating.
Imagine that child coming into the world through another woman.
Imagine that child scared, in environments that aren’t safe, and not knowing that it isn’t alright. It isn’t their fault.
And now imagine that child in your arms. Entrusted to you. Your care and love is what is needed to heal a broken heart, a wounded trust, and maybe even a bruised body.
That is foster care.
It isn’t easy to know what they have been through.
It is even harder to know they may return to it.
But knowing that you made a difference, that you were that safe place to land (if only for a short while)…I simply have no words.
I have been asked a lot about foster care by readers, friends, and even strangers.
We now have 2 foster children in our home and the questions and comments pour in (good and bad). I just felt I would share why we do what God put on our hearts to do.
If you think you have the heart for foster care, I would love to talk with you. It may not be the right thing for you and your family. But if you feel the tug I encourage you to research it more. Find a foster parent and talk with them. Really talk and ask the real questions you want to know the answers to.
You can always email me at firstname.lastname@example.org.