Friday, November 18, 2016

Building a Family: Part 10

March 2014

Unfortunately, the life up of a child in foster care is all too often one of constant upheaval.

At this point in our journey, we still have not met our Joey.  He has been in a stable, loving home for six months when a family member is found.  What one thinks should be a joyous reunion is, in fact, two strangers meeting.  This will be his third home, his third family in a year.  His life is turned upside down once more as he makes this transition.  Was he scared?  Did he miss the woman he had come to know as Mama?  What was his first night like?  Thinking on that time in his young life makes my heart hurt.

Around the same time in our home, we are witnessing a similar scenario in another precious one's life.  Our phone rings with shocking news: Hope Child has come back into foster care.  How is this possible?  Her life seemed to be all in order.  This child has had another front row seat to the brokenness of our world.

Would we be willing to take her back?  No need to even think twice.  We welcomed her in, even though we knew it would only be for a short while.  The post below was my heart at this point in our journey.

Saturday, April 12, 2014


This is My Story

Last Sunday during church, I held our foster daughter in my lap.  Usually she is happy to play with the other kids at children's church.  This week she was fearful.

She snuggled into my arms and quietly sat listening.  My momma heart swelled as we began singing a hymn from my past.


     This is my story, this is my song,
     praising my Savior all the day long;

I have joyously belted out this song innumerable times from the second row of church.  Watching my momma play the notes on the old piano.  Waiting for my daddy to get up and preach.  Sitting beside my grandmother.  Church filled with family and friends who loved me.

This is my story.  My legacy.  It was not perfect, as no one's life is.  But I was loved and knew the love of a gracious Savior.  Isn't that all that truly matters?

     this is my story, this is my song,
     praising my Savior all the day long.

I rested my head on Hope Child's golden hair and tried to sing, but I was choking on the words.  Her story?  How foreign it has already been from my own.  Heartache deeper than the ocean.  Loss of the bitterest kind.

When you love someone, their story is joined with yours.  Their pain is felt in your deepest soul.  This beautiful little girl's story has shattered my own.  I will be forever indebted to her for this.  This opening of my eyes and heart.


Hope Child's story cannot be rewritten, but we can help her turn the page.  It will not be perfect, as no one's life is.  But we can write love and the love of a gracious Savior on her heart.  Isn't that all that truly matters?

It makes singing the final verse of the song possible:

     Perfect submission, all is at rest;
     I in my Savior am happy and blest,
     watching and waiting, looking above,
     filled with His goodness, lost in His love.

If you are interested in helping a child in foster care write love on the pages of their story: http://www.arrow.org/

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