We were going to be done. We had decided we had three placements, by the time this one is over, two years as foster parents. We realized we weren't rockstar foster parents, but we did it. We were done. But then Maybe just one more. We'll try again. This is supposed to be hard. We'll just take a break. Two weeks. All summer. A month. Two weeks. I had even planned the "we're done with foster care" post all in my head To now. Now that we are preparing for them leaving. Now it's We may or may not take a breather in between. Where we were scared and felt very raw in all our brokenness and not enough-ness to we were called to this for a reason. We never intended to walk into foster care. Or take in a teen mom. Five months ago we didn't intend to keep going. But we do. Foster parents feel all their crap deeply & know we can be the worst. But we believe. We believe through the muck we are making a difference. We believe God is doin...
"we tend to stay away from mourning and dancing. too afraid to cry, too shy to dance. we become narrow-minded complainers, avoiding pain and also true human joy. while we live in a world subject to the evil one, we belong to God. let us mourn, and let us dance." -henri nouwen