Hurricane

I feel like I'm coming full circle with my foster parenting experience.

At first, it was kind of a "means to an end".  My husband and I wanted to have a family.  We tried for so many years.  We endured the heartaches of infertility, a miscarriage and unkind comments.  We didn't think adoption was feasible... at least not domestic or international adoption.  God was with us from the beginning... nudging us down this journey.  There were signs of Him. From the social worker who wrote "God Bless your journey".   To the girl in foster care named FAITH that we could picture adopting.  Even how fast we got blown through the whole process.

We felt so blessed when we met the twins.  They were so unsure of everything around them.  I know they didn't know what to make of us. I don't know if my husband and I really knew at the beginning what to make of them either.  But we began to bond and connect.  Our love was strengthening in their weakness... their need of protection and love.

It has been a crazy journey. Today, we have had the twins for 1,340 days.  No... that isn't a typo. In that time, we have been through storms.  Many storms.

The thing is, even a big storm like a hurricane eventually stops.  When it does, the skies clear.  The sun will poke out again.

I feel like the skies are beginning to really clear.  We have that caseworker who is allowing us to make so many more choices and goes along with with it.  She treats us like the kiddos are ours already and treats us like she even trusts us.  The kiddos are going to get the help they need for education this year.

Suddenly, the sun will poke out and it will shine down. And I will stand in that sun... I won't forget that I stood through the storm because God was with me.  He did not leave me alone.   He saw me through the journey to where the kiddos will become adopted into our family.