At this point I have all of the numbers of everyone who works for Child Services saved in my phone… do you know why? So I can mentally prepare myself before answering the phone. Because every time I see one of those numbers pop up on my phone, I know... I know to expect that one of the following events has occurred: that a child was abandoned, a child has been abused, or a child is in a crisis... but regardless the situation, I know a child who I have yet to meet is desperately seeking refuge from the dangers they are currently experiencing.
Every time a child is dropped off at my house my stomach drops. I see the truck pull up in front of my house never knowing who is going to get out, or what shape that child will be in.
To this day I feel as if I have seen it all. I will never forget the 5 year-old little girl who stumbled out of the truck crying and confused with her face and body so beaten I couldn’t bare to look. Special needs children that basically threw themselves out of the truck and ran into my arms with complete yet unfounded trust. Teenagers whose stories I had yet to know but would never forget. As well as babies whose mothers found themselves feeling so helpless that they somehow felt they had no other choice but to abandoned their own child.
Regardless of the story or walk of life, they all have one thing in common... they are ALL children of the most high God, seeking shelter.
Foster Care is hard and Short Term care can seem as if it’s a revolving door of what seems to be an unfound hope. But God is good and He gives hope to the hopeless. I have recently began to challenge my teenagers to find the goodness in their despair, as I challenge myself to see His goodness in every situation and cling to the promise of Jeremiah 29:11.
Jeremiah 29:11 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.”
I am the type of person who needs to have everything planned out... dinner tomorrow already prepped, the kids outfits for the next party picked out, and other daily details planned out that no one really cares about except me… I always have things planned with a backup plan. Because I am a control freak and have YET to fully learn I can let go of half the things I cling so tightly to… But if there is one thing Centro de Paso and Foster Care have taught me, it is that I cannot be prepared for what is going to happen next. Rather, I need to lean on my God who knows what will happen, today, tomorrow, and always, for all the big things and the little things.
Tomorrow I will be posting a blog about a sweet brown eyed baby girl who came into my care two weeks ago. Stay tuned...