Monday, February 20, 2012
My apologies to all of you that are more interested in the foster/adoption progress than you are my rants and musings about other stuff. Since my last adoption update, in NOVEMBER, wow slacker, much has changed. Things pretty much went as planned, we continued to work on licensing and home inspection. If you recall we were trying to get our fire inspection, which we did and passed jut fine. I did post about the fire inspection, which, by the way is my favorite post ever, so read it now, please.
Since November it has been a slow process of interviews, paper work, physicals, paper work, locking the guns, paper work, building a box big enough to hold the bows and crossbow, paper work, fixing stuff around the house, paper work and we did some paper work too. Fast forward to last Thursday, February 16, 2012 . . . .
I received a text from Connie:
Joan is our social worker. I called Connie on my lunch break and she told me about a little 3 month old, we will call "him" Terry, that was born with their intestines on the outside, was in children's hospital and was going need foster care, as the parents were not in the picture, or something like that. Obviously Terry had surgery and as far as we know is doing well, eating a special formula every 3 hours and would be discharged shortly. Connie said Terry has an older sister who is also in foster care, less than a mile down the road, in fact they live on the same road as us, and that children services desired to have the siblings close together. In short what Connie was told was that Terry would need a home and would we take him when he is discharged, if that was an option. When dealing with the government nothing is ever for sure, and things move at their pace, so you always have to guard your self from unreal expectations. Even as I write this we don't know what is going on for sure, but I can tell you what we are doing today.
In a just a few hours we are driving to children's hospital to meet Terry and the doctors and get the scoop on his care and feeding. While we are at the hospital out three little ones will be with Mom, they are going to lunch and a movie. We are SO thankful for my Mom's willingness to help us, words cannot describe how incredibly thankful we are for her. Connie and I really wanted to go to the hospital together and thanks to my Mom we can, so thankful. I said that things move at the government's pace and that is so true because we are not licensed foster parents yet, but we will be (like 99% sure) tomorrow. Isn't it funny how fast the government can move when they need to. There are so many little details that I am leaving out because I am in a hurry, but I will fill them in later.
Finally, since we are fairly certain we will have this little 3 month old we put out a call to our church for baby stuff and they responded. By the end of the service I had cash they had given to us, enough to buy a Baby Bjorn, cloth diapers, diaper covers the other accessories that go with cloth diapers. By the time we left church Sunday night we had a baby carrier, a swing, clothes, bottles and we still have more stuff that people did not bring Sunday night. There were people I did not even know giving me cash, one couple followed us to the the store after church to give us money while I was walking through the parking lot. A church that follows Christ and lives for Him does the things our church did, and they are still giving. I had people offer to take their vacation time in order to help us with whatever we needed, whether it was cooking dinner or watching our kids, or getting supplies.
Our church loves God, loves others and serves both, and they do it with joy. I beg you to do the same at your church, if you don't have a church find one that serves Christ by serving others. Well, I am not going to write about the internal emotional state we are in and how we feel about all of this happening so fast, but I will.
This scripture is stuck in my head:
"Then the righteous will answer him, 'Lord, when did we see you hungry and feed you, or thirsty and give you something to drink? When did we see you a stranger and invite you in, or needing clothes and clothe you? When did we see you sick or in prison and go to visit you?'
"The King will reply, 'I tell you the truth, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers of mine, you did for me.'
Dear Lord Jesus, this is for the least of these, please receive our service as if done for you. We ask for your love and power to be seen through us. Sustain us and protect us because without you we cannot do this, this will all FAIL if you don't come through, we depend on you.