Sometimes it’s a matter of weeks between new children living in my house, and sometimes it’s a matter of months. Now I know you’re thinking that sounds a little strange, but that’s because my family fosters children. If you don’t know what that means, it means that my parents have a special license from the State of California that basically says, “Hey! Some children can’t live with their parents because they are not properly cared for, neglected, or even abused! When that happens, they have to be separated from their parents and they need someplace else to live while their parents try to figure things out, right? So we are certified to have them live with us!”
For me, that means that every day there is a possibility I could be getting a new brother or sister. Exciting, right? But it’s so much more than that! Imagine how you would feel if your parents weren’t caring for you properly. Then one day a complete stranger comes to your house and says that you can’t live with your family anymore, because it’s not safe. You may not be properly cared for, but living in that family, in that situation, is all you’ve ever known. And then you are ripped away from that, and you go to live with strangers. Those strangers? That’s us. My family. That’s what we do. Sometimes it makes me feel so light I could float, and sometimes it makes me feel so heavy I wonder what I’m carrying in my backpack. To be frank, sometimes it makes me happy, sometimes it makes me sad. But whether I’m happy or sad, light or heavy, it’s still what we do. What God has called us to do. He has called us to make a difference in children’s lives.
Ponder that. Has God called you to do something? If so, what is it? It’s not complicated. Just listen with your heart and He will show you. It’s just up to us to follow.