So, the adventure begins on Friday.
I haven't been licensed yet, but I've been asked to do respite care for three little ones for 10 days. There is a four-year-old boy, an almost three-year-old boy, and an 18 month old girl. Good heavens. What was I thinking when I agreed to this?
Mostly, I guess I was thinking that I've got to start some place. And that "hard" is probably going to be the word of the hour - possibly every hour - of being a foster parent, so the fact that three kiddos will be hard isn't necessarily a reason not to help out. And that God had His reasons for having me be the person called for this particular set of kids.
As nervous as I am, I also know that God has been preparing the way. I have had so many offers of help - time, food, etc. I feel amazingly cared for.
But I'm still nervous.
Love.
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