Saturday, May 30
For the past few months, our Wednesday nights have been spent in foster care training. Usually good friends watch the kiddos, graciously saving us a bit of moola as we sit in a hot room in hard chairs and listen to sad stories. My heart cries out every week for grace and mercy on the families and children affected.
A few of you have e-mailed me and asked me to tell more about our plans and kindly asking how things are going.
We have three classes left, which we are eagerly and joyfully counting down. We've been given an extra car seat and beautiful second crib and Sean has been busily working away at another bedroom, insulating and wiring while I plan and look forward to the decorating stage of things.
I would be lying if I didn't confess that these foster waters into which we prayerfully tread are slightly overwhelming. There is so much brokenness involved. Broken lives and broken system. As much as we can, we're preparing the kids to welcome another child into our home, knowing that we will be caring for them and welcoming them into our family for what will most likely be a short time, cushioning them as we can against the heartache that will involve.
And really, that is all that is going on with the foster/adoption pursuits. Around home, we are celebrating the end of lessons for the year, still doing lots of reading and learning but embracing that blissful relaxed summer mode. Summer is a short few months up here so we savor them while we can.
Posted by Me at Saturday, May 30, 2009