God will show up

Here we go again!

I want to start blogging again – so here goes nothing. Here are the few reasons I am re-starting:

1.       It’s easy to keep people who want to be updated in the loop with the comings and goings and craziness of our lives.

2.       Life is a whirlwind and sometimes hard to see how God is moving, but looking back on blogs is such a testimony to God’s goodness in our lives.

3.       I love reading Mark’s posts, they legitimately crack me up.

4.       I love reading other peoples blogs.

5.       Hopefully it can be a little encouragement to people at times – if for nothing else to look at our life and think “well at least our life is not that crazy!”

So where to start? Let’s start three weeks ago today, with a phone call. We got a call from our social worker about a little boy who needed some placement for foster care, and possible adoption.  We had been interested in adopting for years, and more recently fostering. We got our home study done this fall, and had gotten several calls about fostering and adoption situations that we turned down after prayer and thought. We had gotten licensed for age 4 and under, but really wanted small children (like 2 and under).  

Anyway, we got a call about a boy who came up and was in emergency placement and really needed help. They said that he just turned two, the reason for his removal from the home, and that they needed to know by the end of the day (actually they asked to know by lunch, but that was a little quick -even for us). So after getting this call at work between patients, I called Mark at his work and gave him the scoop. We didn’t know a name, didn’t have a picture, didn’t know the situation, didn’t know what he was like, didn’t know what challenges he might be facing, didn’t know anything really.  We both prayed about it all day, Mark came to my work in the afternoon, after I was done with patients and we sat in my office and begged God for wisdom through prayer. For some reason this situation felt more right than any others. Ideally we would pray, fast, talk to friends and mentors, families to make a decision like this, but there was really no time. We felt a peace that surpassed understanding. We were also scared.

We called the social worked and said yes.  She told us his name, and said they would drop him off Thursday night or Friday morning after some paperwork got finished up. She had no idea what he owned, what we needed, or what this child was like. And then we went to birthing class.

Oh yeah, we were 37 weeks pregnant at the time. And just accepted our first foster kid. And he is two years old.

“What were you guys thinking?” you may ask. What we were thinking is this… that God would show up. That God loves children, and orphans, and us, and that he would not leave us or abandon us during this step of faith. We believed that God would show up with grace forthe situation, and wisdom in how to handle this precious little boy, and sleep and rest for us, and patience for this traumatized two year old and ultimately that He will be there for us, that we just need to trust Him.  

So that is how we got our sweet little D. We absolutely adore him, and are so glad he gets to be a part of our family for how ever short or long that God has him here. And believe me, God has shown up. 

Here are his sweet hands. We cannot show his face or tell much about his story at this time,
but trust us - he is awesome.

Love, 

Brittany