Steve has a lovely childhood friend that I’ve met a couple of times. She’s single, a teacher, with a huge heart, and she wanted to be a mom. After caring for her father as he died, she began the process of becoming a foster parent. When asked what kind of child she wanted, she answered that when she closed her eyes, she saw a 7 year old girl. As the story goes, the case worker cried and told her she had a little girl for her to meet. Fast forward to the present and that little girl is a teenager. Steve’s friend adopted her, and then her younger brother. They are a beautiful family. The kids did not have easy childhoods and I know there have been challenges, but when I was recently reminded of this story, I cried.
There is a part of my soul that believes this is the direction we are to go. Not yet. And perhaps not ever. But when I close my eyes and picture my house five or ten years down the road, it is filled with the voices of children – children who have found a home.