So as I type I have three peacefully sleeping children giving me an opportunity for an afternoon quiet time.
A fourth is playing quietly in his room, and two more are in the backyard, home early from their last day of school.
The sleeping ones aren’t mine – I didn’t give birth to them – but they’re here because they needed a place to go, and as a foster mom, I treat all kids like they’re mine.
Why, you ask, would a mom with four kids and a traveling husband take on three more?
Two places in scripture come to mind.
James 1:27 says, “Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress …”
I have a strong sense of urgency to protect all children, particularly those who are at risk in some way.
Also, all my life I’ve had something inside of me that just wants to live out Isaiah 6:8 “… I heard the voice of the Lord saying, “Whom shall I send? And who will go for us?” And I said, “Here am I. Send me!”
In other words, pick me! I’ll do it! I will serve. And I will do it with joy.
Sure, it’s a lot of extra work. My household today is comprised of kids ages 2, 3, 4, 5, 7, 10 and 17. And my husband is out of town until tomorrow.
But God has equipped me to be able to effectively plan and implement the plan for smooth sailing. I have no idea how long these kids are staying or where they’ll go from my house. But when the social worker brought them last night with three bags and two boxes, I didn’t worry about that.
I’m just honored that God would trust me enough with His children to give me a chance to be the one to give them their baths, hugs, stories and kisses good night.
I’ll take care of that. And God will take care of the whens, wheres and how longs.
If you’ve got a few seconds, take a look at this video. It will touch your heart.