I look like one of those tele-conversation addicts with their phones molding to the shape of their hands or dorky leather phone cases latched onto their belts. One thing we heard during the 50 hours of training, is that we could get a call in the middle of the night with an "emergency placing" and will need to make a quick decision if we will accept the responsibility of this abused child who has just been taken from his parents. Because we decided to get our certification for therepeutic foster care, we could be called for very extreme cases, some of which would likely be too much for our young family to handle. So we had this plan. The 4 of us talked about what our realistic and unrealstic expectations are from fostering and came up with various scenarios we could be faced with when asked to accept a child. Fot the first 3 months, I thought every phone call was THE CALL. Oh Terra, Terra, Terra. A watched phone doesn't ring.
I'm pretty sure Quay and Rain think I'm crazy now and wonder if my cell phone is actually just a fashion accessory. One of those little things I count as a blessing is getting to drive my kids to school in the morning. They beg to ride the bus, but I tell them that extra 20 minutes with them in the morning is too special to give away to a giant chunk of yellow metal on wheels. Sometimes we ride in sleepy silence, but often I get a chance to pray over them and hear their prayers for the day. We pray for our "new" family member wherever he or she is at that moment that Jesus is working in her heart preparing her for us and us for her, keeping her safe and giving her peace.
8 months later, I still get anxious about "missed calls." Latti da. Going to bed now to wake up in the morning and drive my kids to school.
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