After 6 years of being a foster family I am more convicted that it is not about us, not primarily about creating a family for foster carers or that foster carers are “Amazing” people.
Fostering is an inconvenient life.
From keeping a room spare in your house to the questions and stares of strangers. As I snuggle a beautiful pink bundle my heart breaks anew for a family that will never be.
For a child that will one day ask ‘Why, what did I do”.
For a Mother whose choices I can not fathom yet who I want to meet and hug and whisper to her that it is ok, I have and will continue to love your child just as I know you do.
For a world that has lost its way so badly that this is not only commonplace, but we have no answers on how to stop it.
Today I am reminded that it is not about me and what we do.
It is about being a part of turning back to God, loving the vulnerable and being peace in a stormy life.
