Our family has been fostering for a mere three months now. We are certainly newbies, and we have plenty to learn. But I can tell you this, for me, fostering is that precious puzzle piece that has been missing…until now.
I have been accused, rightly so, of thinking too much…always trying to make meaning from life…from people…from experiences. Anyhoo, for as long as I can remember…something has been missing…I have felt incomplete…searching for meaning…searching for a fit. Surely…surely God had a purpose for me. Right? And I would recognize it. Right? Right? And until that time, I just keep moving forward in obedience…one leap of faith after the other until the final leap lead us to fostering.
I don’t know about you, but this job description does NOT sound like something that would bring meaning and fulfillment:
- Must risk heart. Daily.
- Must live with more questions than answers. Daily.
- Must be willing to relinquish rights to self. Daily.
- Must be willing to endure injustice. Daily.
- Must be willing to lay down plans and desires for family. Daily.
Well, here’s a little secret – this life of surrender is where freedom is found. This is where fulfillment lives. And this is where I long to live. Daily.