Last night we walked, the older kiddos on their scooters, Chase in his stroller beside my friend's kiddos in their stroller and little miss Ella half walking and riding. The air and everything are so fresh and green after the rain and sun. We walked the country road.
I love my friends.
I love their passion for raising their kids. I love that I can talk to them about a rough day and get perspective or rejoice with them when we see improvement and change in a child's heart.
My friend that walked with me last night talked about working on their 3rd and 4th adoptions. Will you keep them in your prayers?
This week is our final foster certification class. Last week we finished our homestudy and I am much relieved that is over. God blessed us with a great homefinder.
Last week I talked with a homeschool mom who went through a nightmare working with the county to adopt and I was so discouraged after talking with her. But then something struck me. After three years working with the county and lots and LOTS of hassles, they adopted foster siblings from out of state. I *think* that maybe that was just what was meant to be. Maybe the hassles were meant to drive them to look out of state to find their children. I certainly can't speak for the family and say that but they are a beautiful family and I see that God has blessed the desires of their hearts.
As we walked last night, my friend Kelly told me about a family she just met with a six month old adopted out of foster care. The opposite.
I think Sean and I just need to trust and follow God's leading. People say to me all the time that they could not do foster parenting because they would get too attached to the children. Don't they realize that that is exactly what the child needs? Someone to attach to? How easy it is to place our comfort above compassion.