I've had this longing in my heart for some time. A longing to be able to connect with a biological mother, of a child that is in our home. I have also longed that if we actually added to our family, it would not be a caucasian child. You see, my son that we finally adopted last year. is inupiaq (alaskan native) and I do not want him to believe that our shade is the only shade of beauty. I know it's not popular to admit these things, but it's true. A few days ago, both my silly longings were fullfilled. We welcomed a little boy into our home, because his birth mother chose us. In foster care, this is rare! Unfortunately, because of the nature of the system....foster parents and bio parents are on opposite sides, of just about everything. I don't like it. A lot of times, being on my child's side, means that I cannot be on the bio's. But I have met a few bio moms out there, that my heart immediately went to, this little boy's mom is one of them. Needless to say, I absolutely am smitten with her son. Smitten. He is bright and tender hearted, and is currently snoring in his crib, by me. I don't know what will happen in this case, but the way that this little boy came into our care, is a story that God starting writing 13 years ago. That is how long ago it was, that I worked with his grandmother. I marvel at it all.
The past few months have been intense in our home. Toby had to, for the first time in over a decade, get a job. My husband has worked with his father his whole life, but there has not been work. So a couple of weeks ago, he got a job with the school district. There were months without work. It was so rewarding seeing how God provided. No need was not met, ever. We also decided, as a couple, to not take any more fostering situations. We have our 11 month old, but that was it, right after the 2 placements left (a week after my last post). The weight of a revolving door took a tole on our hearts, and marriage. So we decided to do some maintenance work on our communication and redefine the roles in our family, that we each have. What a rich journey it has been. What a gracious God to be so merciful to us. Under the guidance of a wise couple, God has done much. The gospel is relevant in all areas of our life, especially our marriage. It has been good. So as we focused on God, everything else really fell into place.
Our family feels settled. It feels good to breath. I feel an abundant amount of gratefulness. He is enough.
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Wednesday, May 11, 2016
Tuesday, February 23, 2016
I'm No Superhero
Life has been rich lately. We have had another family stay with us for a while. The were close friends, and now they have become even closer friends. Life has been richer with them in it. In the past, we have had friends stay with us, it didn't end well. In the back of my mind, is still the memory of that tauma.. But there is a difference, this time. With this family, we wrestle through the ugliness of our humanity, but not alone, through Christ. The gospel sustains our struggles, with each other, and with ourselves. Human nature, is pretty self centered. In a house with 4 adults, 9 children (ages 11-7 months), 3 dogs, and 2 Chinese water dragons.....that selfishness can be highlighted. Ultimately, it feels good to see the growth in us all..... and to see all the immense benefits of living life, this close together. There are the benefits of constant babysitters. Knowing that my kids can take correction from other adults. Help with house chores!! Not being the only one responsible for meals. On and on the blessings flow. I could not do fostering with the miniscule success, in this season of my life, without the help that I have. Without the loving insight that I gain from another set of eyes watching me.
We had a crazy couple of weeks a bit back, when we added a 2 month old, followed by a 3 year old and 8 year old, within 2 days.....the two babies were too much (we have a 7 month old, already). For the first time, I was sure, I'd bitten off, more than I could chew. But I was assured by the caseworkers that both the placements were temporary. The 2 month old was able to go to her grandmother....but the 3 and 8 year old are still in our care.....5 weeks later. I have fallen pretty hard for the two that we have. There is just something about them. I cannot put into words what, or why. Out of the 26 placements that we have had over the years, this instant bond, has occurred 3 times. This brother and half sister, are the 3rd time. Their case is a mess! There are other siblings involved, and a very likely chance that they will move from our care. I hold them loosely, and am just grateful for them, while I have them. Letting the miracle, that we still have them, wash over me.
Who I was, what my expectations were of fostercare, when God brought us to this journey, have drastically changed in the past few short years. I began with many expectations.....I tried not to, but they were buried there, in my mind. I expected the journey to be clear (knowing what would happen next, to the kids, to the cases, to our family life, etc). I think I expected manageable disruptions in our family. I expected to grow our family. I expected that we would be doing good. None of those things have occurred, certainly, not the way I assumed they would.
We have gained a beautiful boy, who continues to teach me more and more about humility and about the ugliness in my motives, and heart. So in a sense, we did grow, as a family. All the things that I did not ever want to happen as foster parents, (all the things people say "they could never do", when they hear we are a foster home) well, they have all happened. We have been investigated, have been in court with a birthmother fighting for us to have custody of a child we grew to love immensely, only to hear a judge say NO. We had children in our family for a year and half, only to say goodbye to them, without any contact from the bio mom. That, is still painful to think about. I still think about all of the children, still pray constantly for some.
It took all the children and cases for me to come to the place where I am now. I have a peace, that I didn't have when we began. I am bonded to the kids in our home, more so, than most of our previous placements, but I know that they are not mine, that our time will only be what God says.... and whatever the outcome.... I have peace about it.
I am no longer pining for more information, or trying to understand, or know what is going to happen, when. I am in the backseat, breathing through the ride, that is fostercare. All the time that we have, is so very uncertain. Cases change directions, a million times over.
I suspect that God has permanent children, who need a home.... whom may or may not come our way...either way, I have peace. I am not fighting with God about how I want this to go, and when I want this (permanency in our family) to happen. I rest knowing that He has this. However our family's story is being written, it will be beautiful, without my hands trying to orchestrate.....and the character He is shaping within, may be the most treasured part, or this journey. Pin It Now!
We had a crazy couple of weeks a bit back, when we added a 2 month old, followed by a 3 year old and 8 year old, within 2 days.....the two babies were too much (we have a 7 month old, already). For the first time, I was sure, I'd bitten off, more than I could chew. But I was assured by the caseworkers that both the placements were temporary. The 2 month old was able to go to her grandmother....but the 3 and 8 year old are still in our care.....5 weeks later. I have fallen pretty hard for the two that we have. There is just something about them. I cannot put into words what, or why. Out of the 26 placements that we have had over the years, this instant bond, has occurred 3 times. This brother and half sister, are the 3rd time. Their case is a mess! There are other siblings involved, and a very likely chance that they will move from our care. I hold them loosely, and am just grateful for them, while I have them. Letting the miracle, that we still have them, wash over me.
Who I was, what my expectations were of fostercare, when God brought us to this journey, have drastically changed in the past few short years. I began with many expectations.....I tried not to, but they were buried there, in my mind. I expected the journey to be clear (knowing what would happen next, to the kids, to the cases, to our family life, etc). I think I expected manageable disruptions in our family. I expected to grow our family. I expected that we would be doing good. None of those things have occurred, certainly, not the way I assumed they would.
We have gained a beautiful boy, who continues to teach me more and more about humility and about the ugliness in my motives, and heart. So in a sense, we did grow, as a family. All the things that I did not ever want to happen as foster parents, (all the things people say "they could never do", when they hear we are a foster home) well, they have all happened. We have been investigated, have been in court with a birthmother fighting for us to have custody of a child we grew to love immensely, only to hear a judge say NO. We had children in our family for a year and half, only to say goodbye to them, without any contact from the bio mom. That, is still painful to think about. I still think about all of the children, still pray constantly for some.
It took all the children and cases for me to come to the place where I am now. I have a peace, that I didn't have when we began. I am bonded to the kids in our home, more so, than most of our previous placements, but I know that they are not mine, that our time will only be what God says.... and whatever the outcome.... I have peace about it.
I am no longer pining for more information, or trying to understand, or know what is going to happen, when. I am in the backseat, breathing through the ride, that is fostercare. All the time that we have, is so very uncertain. Cases change directions, a million times over.
I suspect that God has permanent children, who need a home.... whom may or may not come our way...either way, I have peace. I am not fighting with God about how I want this to go, and when I want this (permanency in our family) to happen. I rest knowing that He has this. However our family's story is being written, it will be beautiful, without my hands trying to orchestrate.....and the character He is shaping within, may be the most treasured part, or this journey. Pin It Now!
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