A Little Princess

We are the proud foster parents of a sweet little princess! Here's how it all started...

 

Back in February, we found out that we were able to foster again and we felt that God was calling us back to the foster world. To be honest, we didn't really think that we wanted to foster again, but God told us otherwise :) We had about 4 or 5 calls for babies that we didn't get for one reason or another. Our age range was 6 weeks - 6 months so we were shocked that in just a couple weeks we had so many calls.

 

During that time, we were praying constantly that God would bless us with a foster baby when He wanted. I'm not gonna lie, I was scared silly! Isaac is entering the terrible two's and quite frankly, he is a nut job most of the time. It's a good thing we love that little nut job because things get crazy around here. We went back and forth about taking our name off the list, but we really felt like God would equip us when the time was right.

 

Over the last few weeks - who am I kidding, the last few months - life has gotten crazy. Our "reliable" car had given us a lot of grief and cost us a lot of money. I dealt with some potentially scary medical issues (everything seems good now!). We went on a roller coaster ride at the end of Isaac's adoption. And most recently, I was sick with a cold/flu for about a month. Needless to say, I was pretty much at my wits end. I was feeling insecure about pretty much everything in life and wasn't sure that I could handle taking care of another person; I already felt like I was failing everyone around me.

 

Last Friday was no exception. I started the day feeling confident that Isaac and I could safely take our new car downtown to get his birth certificate and social security card. As I was leaving the house that morning, the garage door wouldn't close. I called Matt in a panic and he told me I would have to close it manually. Does he not know I'm 5 feet tall? How was I supposed to reach the door to close it?After some prayer, breaking the door even more than it was already broke, I got the door closed and in that moment of satisfaction, I let a lot "go". I begged God to protect me and my family against the enemy's attacks. I prayed for my mind to be clear and to be the best wife and mommy I could be. And I went on with my day...

 

Isaac still tested my patience all day, but I felt like I handled it better than I had done in weeks, and I knew it was God giving me that strength. Around 2:45pm that day, I got a call that we had a foster placement if we wanted it. A perfect 8 week old baby girl. Of course we were willing to take her!!! She came to us around 5pm and she is absolutely perfect. 

 

Being a mom of two is not as hard as I had originally thought it would be, but still, it's no walk in the park. With God's help, we are making it through each day, some days better than others. We are just thankful that God has called us to be this little girl's foster parents :)