Reality check. It’s Friday night at 5:30pm. Michael and I are headed home from taking MP to Lake Ella to feed the ducks. We are in separate cars as he met us there from work. We pull into the driveway and as I’m getting MP out of his car seat, Michael informs me he just got a call from our worker about a placement. Another sibling group of young kids. She’ll call us back in 20 minutes. 20 minutes.
Yes, 20 minutes. I start to mull this reality over in my head. Multiple toddlers. Me alone with them from 8:30-5:30 every day of the week. Wow. Car seats. Diapers. Cribs. I’m scared. First instinct: no way. 20 minutes later she calls us back with a little more information. The kids are currently in a foster home, but there is suspicion about how they are being taken care of. Tomorrow (Saturday) an investigator will travel there to decide if the kids are in imminent danger. If so, they will be removed immediately and could be here by tomorrow night. If not, a more thorough investigation will happen this week and the decision will be made to remove them or not. We ask as many questions as we can think of and then ask for some time to talk. She’ll call us back in an hour. An hour . One hour to pray and seek God on something potentially life-changing. Yeah. I call my Mom. “No way,” she says. I call my friend who is a foster Mom whom I look up to tremendously. I tell her, How am I supposed to pray and make a decision like this in an HOUR? She then smacks me in the face with a piece of reality about what we’ve gotten ourselves into with this foster care thing: “Yeah, that’s how it always is.”
Trying to pray and get a peace while discussing this over dinner with a whiny 2 year old at the table. Not easy but we, as a couple, finally came to the conclusion that our answer would be, if the kids were taken and needed a place the next day, we could not be that place. We did not have a peace about that. But, if it was later in the week, we would definitely be willing to pray and talk more about it. I went to bed that night thinking about those babies and knowing we made the right decision.
The next day was awesome. Michael and I had the chance to have an entire day together (thanks, T!) which consisted of a lot of talking about this situation. We discussed the MASSIVE implications on our life. But it all comes back to James 1:27: “True religion that God the Father accepts as pure and faultless is this, to look after widows and orphans in their distress, and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.” Could we really pray and ask God if His will was for us to take 3 orphans into our home who needed love? Duh! On our date, we got to see the new movie “The Blind Side.” The movie is about pro football player, Michael Oher who was born in the projects of Memphis and was tossed from foster home to foster home until he was eventually taken in by a rich family. Both the boy and the family are tremendously changed by this experience. This movie and this day could not have come at a better time. After, as Michael and I drove to our next destination, we wept. We literally cried painful tears over the hurt and fear these children must have in their hearts, even as young as they are.
We don’t yet know if the kids were taken yesterday or not. If not, our worker will be going there tomorrow to investigate further. So again, we have stepped out in obedience, asking to be the hands and feet of Christ. I hope they weren’t taken yesterday. This morning I prayed God would give us a second chance to love these kids.
Please be in prayer for them and for us.
“The King will reply, ‘I tell you the truth, whatever you did for the least of one of these brothers of mine, you did also for me.'” Matthew 25:40