I wonder what that earlier version of me would have thought of this. Would it have turned me away? Would it have grieved me too much to continue?
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I wonder what that earlier version of me would have thought of this. Would it have turned me away? Would it have grieved me too much to continue?
Can you imagine going into the grocery store, taking a stranger's kid by the hand, and then continuing on with your grocery shopping as if nothing had changed? It would be crazy, right?
Having to accept a journey that we didn’t choose has been a process. We loved our role as a foster family. I loved my own identity as a person who gets things done. This is not the story I expected our lives to tell. But it’s the life we have, and it is still good. I believe God will redeem it - is already redeeming it - to make it beautiful.
You might wonder - was it really love? Maybe it felt like more of a constant stretching of yourself and less of a warm and fuzzy feeling. Was it love to keep trying when things were already looking pretty bad? Was it love to say yes when it ended up not being a forever yes? Was it love growing a child's attachment to a person who didn't/couldn't stay?
We interview our oldest son at age 6 about his experiences as a big brother through biology and foster care!