But you, O God, do see trouble and grief; you consider it to take it in hand. The victim commits himself to you; you are the helper of the fatherless. Break the arm of the wicked and evil man; call him to account for his wickedness that would not be found out. The LORD is King for ever and ever; the nations will perish from his land. You hear, O LORD, the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry, defending the fatherless and the oppressed, in order that man, who is of the earth, may terrify no more. Psalm 10: 14-18
Been a crazy last 24 hours, as many of you have seen me alluding to on Twitter and FB. Last night I headed to get my hair done before what was to be date night with Michael, our first in a long time. When I got out of my hair appointment, I checked my phone to find a few missed calls and a text from Michael saying I needed to call him right away.
Without going into too much detail, the kids’ Dad said some things he should not have said to another child about our kids. We were told to be on guard, to stay home with the kids, etc. Of course, I freaked. I’m a skiddish person anyway, but this was another story. I double locked our doors, left like every light on in our house, and still had nightmares.
The night went well, Michael stayed home with us from work today, and we kept the kids out of school. We wrestled with ideas and things we should/could do differently. The only option to making the situation any easier would be to ask the children’s home to transfer the kids to another home, something we CAN NOT do. So, we sit, trusting in the same God who we know, beyond the shadow of a doubt, called us to love and care for and protect these kids. We know that He called us to this and so, we know He will protect us.
Note: We are not in immediate danger. I don’t want any of you freaking out (like me!). In talking to numerous social workers, we have been told parents of foster kids say things like he did all the time and they have never seen anything come of it. They don’t believe he has the resources to know where the kids are or to do anything about it. And there is, according to them, no reason to believe we should have any problems.
Last night, while reading my Bible in a Year plan (for those of you going through it with me, yes I’m behind!!), I read Psalm 10. Verses 1-14 are pretty rough. I thought to myself, “Man, this was bad timing to read this!” but then, verses 14-18 reminded me of the sovereign God I serve. He is just. He hears our cries. He created and loves these children (a billion times more than we do), and He is their “helper.”