Awkward Silence


True, our house can get a little umm, high-spirited sometimes.  We like music, we like to laugh, we like to banter, we like to have fun.  People like to drop by.  It’s probably not the quietest house in the neighborhood, but I guess that can be a good thing.  A friend of mine told me that her daughter feels more comfortable at our house because of the energy and (harmless) disorder.  I get that.  Not everyone wants their lives to be mostly peaceful, reading, tea-sipping, spa music moments.  Bring me the crazy.  It’s more fun.  It’s what kids need sometimes… A lot of the time.

Setting up our crib, I think “We might have to become a quieter household soon.”  But maybe not.  Maybe some of our new family members will need some noise.  They may be used to some disorder, and maybe a little of that will actually make them feel more comfortable at their new home?

It’s clear from CCT classes that the goal is for the children to have a schedule, and routines they can count on.  They will be able to count on that here.  And if they need some crazy, we can provide that too.

Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord;
let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation.
Let us come before him with thanksgiving
and extol him with music and song.

Psalm 95:1-2  NIV


Excuses, Excuses


Why is this different?  Usually I take the first out I can get.  Up ’til now I was able to negotiate out… too busy, too old, too tired, too gluten-free.  I can always find an excuse to say, “better not.”

My pastors say, “What you are called to do won’t be easy.  The enemy will try to stop you.  If it seem crazy, difficult, or bad timing — yet there is a peace in it —  Then you’re probably going the right direction.   Shut the devil down, and keep on keepin’ on.”

Foster parenting?  Yeah, no.  Father God, I love ya, sounds good… just, y’know, not now.  like – bad timing.  (call “whine-one-one.”)  Chasing 3 kids for 15 years, got 2 heading for college, private schools, super busy with work, 2 dogs, and probs the application process will spit us out anyway.  Plus.. Plus.. last time I babysat my nephew?  He cried.

But this is actually different.  I just texted my hubby:  “is the fingerprint appointment notice in our mailbox?”  Whaaat?  I would have, could have, always have given up by this point.  Let’s say I don’t have FOMO.  (Fear of Missing Out) I’m happy to miss out.  Love missing out.

God keeps telling me, “I am calling you to this.  Go ahead and try to find reasons to back out, but you won’t find peace there. I have prepared your family for this purpose.”

Peace and joy and fulfillment have come into my heart with our decision to foster/adopt children.  There is no doubt.  Plenty of excuses…But no doubt.

Many are the plans in a person’s heart,
but it is the Lord’s purpose that prevails.    

-Proverbs 19:21  NIV

Not often in my life has anything passed our “yes test” quite like this.  I guess that’s what happens when prayers are answered.




Where d’heck all these foster families come from?  I’m surrounded.  Everywhere I go, I’m thinking…”oh, I bet that is a foster child… Oh, I bet she is a foster mom… Oh foster here, foster there, foster everywhere.”

At the beginning of the summer I played a game called “corn hole.”  The name alone made me a fan.  But after I became the corn hole champion (is that a title to be proud of?) I got obsessed.  Never seen that game before in my life. Never.  Now everywhere I look I… corn holes.

That is what they call “Baader-Meinhof,” also known as synchronicity I think:  the phenomenon where one happens upon some new or relatively new piece of information–and soon afterwards encounters the same subject again, often repeatedly. 

I keep seeing groups of people that I automatically define as a foster family.  You know the cartoons with hearts in the characters’ eyes?  I have those hearts too.  Walking around town with foster family hearts in my eyes.

Come Pray with Me?


I was explaining to my sister that my Blog site is called “Bringing Our Children Home,”  because we bring these precious kids to our home, and then back home, reunified with their biological families or new adoptive families.

“Yeah,” she said, “And, Bringing them home to Jesus.  I get it.  Bringing their hearts home to the Lord.”

Oh… yes. Yes, that’s right… ahem, (scratch my nose, fix my pony tail.)  That’s what I was getting at with that.  Yup, isn’t that deep and insightful?  (Reality: Ooops, I missed that totally.)

Whoa, that’s good, Sister Sal!  Thanks for bringing it to a higher level!  Love it.  Note:  Folks can tell us more about ourselves, our work, our words, our lives.  Especially our family members.  Seeing us through a different lens, as my brother in law would say.

Made me happy to have another meaning attached to this title.  But can we with every child, actually?  Can we teach, encourage, and model our Christian ways?   What will be our role in Faith-building with our foster kiddos?  No doubt we will want to share God’s love with our kids, and tell them the Good News that Jesus is our savior.  Share the Good News that they are loved and protected.  AND take them to our awesome church.  How will we do that in the right way for each individual child?

Lord God, please give us wisdom and discernment with Faith – building.  Guide us in honoring their bio parents and relatives.  We remain faithful to You, God.   We remain steadfast in our efforts to follow the teachings of Your son, Jesus Christ.

Be wise in the way you act toward outsiders; make the most of every opportunity.  Let your conversation be always full of grace, seasoned with salt, so that you may know how to answer everyone.

– Colossians 4:5-6 NIV





Swim test

In this way, you do not have faith in Christ because of the wisdom of men. You have faith in Christ because of the power of God.                                                                                                                  1 Corinthians 2:5

Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not trust in your own understanding.
Proverbs 3:5

Growing up I didn’t love summer camp.  Summer, fine… Camp, no.  If the question has “camp” in it, my answer is “no thanks.”  There was always a swim test before we could take canoes by ourselves. The first summer I took the test I failed. But I had absolutely no doubt or fear before the swim test. I was 100% positive I could crush it.  My turn. What? I”m tired, out of breath, struggling, gasping,… can’t make it. Fail.  Cute life guard though.

I feel like that young girl on the dock right now. So self-assured and eager to pass all the tests that lay ahead. Home inspection test, first placement test, healing a child test, bonding test, reunification test, not stressing out test.  I want to live by the scriptures above, while also understanding the extremely difficult moments we are about to face. ‘Bout to get REAL.. for real.

When I imagine myself reading early posts after years of being licensed, I hear myself chuckling at my own innocence. But even now I do realize I will need God as my lifeguard.  When we jump in for the tests, God will be there. 

Keepin’ it clean


Not a fan of libraries.  And please don’t lend me your favorite book.  I know you, people.  You all like to read in the… facilities shall we say?  That’s Nasty.  No thanks, I’ll get my own new, not accidentally mistaken for tp copy.
That’s why God made Jeff Bezos.  I ordered a new clean To the End of June, by Cris Beam.   So far it is a detailed description of Foster Care.  Just what I need to fortify my prayers.  And compelling insight to the foster care system itself.  In addition to the CCT class, I am grateful for this book.  They both confront REAL possible scenarios for us ahead.


God’s DJ has your hook

John Travolta in Saturday night fever

John Travolta movie binge last week.  Yep.  3 x $3.99 On Demand.  Ordered Stayin’ Alive (snore) then quickly moved to Saturday Night Fever.  Can I tell you… booties were shakin’ in the house.  Of course we had to top it all off with Grease.  Umm, turns out I’m actually Riz? Dang.  All these years I thought I was Sandy.

If you dance, doesn’t necessarily mean music is playing.  But if music is on, makes you wanna dance.  I look at God’s plan as my jam.  First I want to hear His music, feel the beat, understand the lyrics.

When we step out on Faith, I imagine God saying, “Yes I will help you with this.  But next time come to me first.  This isn’t really what I had in mind.”  Getting alignment with the Lord was the first step in applying for our license.  

Is this what He wants us to do?  Praying, reading scripture, getting to church, listening, waiting.  The song starts out quiet at first.. or maybe just a base drum beat.  Then it gets louder and the band fills in.  And that’s when I step out on Faith, that’s when the dancing starts.  I could use back-up.  Cris Judd available?