Oddly, the worst part of fostering children is not wiping a child you hardly know or even dealing with tantrums that you don’t know why they even started . . . it is finding things that they left behind.
Our two foster boys have moved on. Their journey stopped briefly here for five days. Today has been an emotional day. We packed them up and took them to their case worker. After a very teary ride home, I stepped into our home and, of course, stepped over and picked up many of the things that they enjoyed playing with here. The loss just cuts right through me. Tears fall with ease and without effort.
These past five days were a gift to them and a gift to us. I’ll cherish the memories made, the love given and received. Those precious faces will never leave me.
Lord, you know their plans. Please keep them close to you and provide for them. May they be treasured and loved. May they always have a place to lie their heads and someone to love them the way they deserve to be loved. Protect them, Lord. Keep their hearts pure. Thank you for the chance to hold, kiss, read to, bathe, feed and influence them. Thank you for the way that you have changed me just by being with them. I am trusting You with their care. I love you and I need you now. Amen.