I watched her as she carefully walked through the front door, making sure her hair covered her face just enough so no one would notice her black eye and the cuts all over her face.
Child services brought her inside, she sat quietly on the sofa as I signed the papers and asked DINAF how long she would be staying. I ever so slightly peeked my head around the corner of the kitchen wall to see what she was doing. I began to see tears fall down her face; I could tell she was in an immense amount of pain.
DINAF had informed me that her mother beat her and cut her with a knife. She had stitches from a gash on her wrist, cuts, bruises, and other marks all over her body from what her mother had done to her. My eyes began to fill with tears as I slowly applied cream to all her wounds; my stomach began to turn as I slowly lifted up the gauze to see her stitches below, I lifted my head to look her in the eyes and let her know she is safe.
As she began to cry, I cried with her.
She has now been in the Centro for a week, her wounds are healing, her eyes are beaming with joy, she is beautiful. Yesterday I sat and watched her play outside from my kitchen window. She had on a beautiful princess dress, her hair pulled back, and her lips colored bright red with a lip-gloss the staff had given her. My eyes once again filled with tears as I sat and rested in what God is doing in the lives of these children.
3 and provide for those who grieve in Zion—
to bestow on them a crown of beauty
instead of ashes,
the oil of joy
instead of mourning,
and a garment of praise
instead of a spirit of despair.
They will be called oaks of righteousness,
a planting of the Lord
for the display of his splendor.
These are all lies that I find myself believing about Foster Care:
There is no light at the end of the tunnel
It has no happy ending
In the midst of the tragedy there is no hope
But I have a good God and He gives me grace when I find myself in this time of doubt, He softly whispers in my ear “these are my children and I have a plan for their life”.
11 For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.
These are the truths I know about Foster Care:
There is always light at the end of the tunnel, even if I cannot see it at the time
God has a plan for each child
In the midst of every tragedy, God gives us hope
Foster Care is a lot like the Gospel: it is a redemption story of the broken searching for healing, it is a song of weariness sang by the children who need restoration, it is a dance of joy in the midst of despair.