An Evolving Yes

When we first started fostering, the thought of adopting an older child was frightening. But we did it, and we survived and grew in love.

When we returned to fostering after I returned to teaching full time, it was overwhelming at times. But my husband stepped up and helped take care of all the necessary drop-offs and pickups for counseling, daycare, and school events at five different schools around town. We learned to communicate and work together as parents.

Changing our license to foster three children at the same time was not something I ever thought I’d do. But when I saw eight frightened siblings huddled together in the corner of a frozen entryway at forty degrees below zero while a caseworker divided them up among five strangers, I wanted to take more than the two I was licensed to protect. We were surprised that these three precious girls are the easiest placement we’ve ever had.

With each new step, I wondered how I’d be able to do it all. Yet with each new step, we adjusted, and God blessed us. I learned to listen to his direction when I came to the end of my own wisdom and emotional resources. Little by little, I am still learning to trust him. He never asks me to do more than he gives me the ability to do with his help.