God is the Kind of Author Who Writes Stories of Redemption

I sat on the floor, playing blocks with him—trying to act natural, trying to ignore the eyes watching us through two way mirrors & secret cameras. A doctor quietly scribbling, silently deciding if we felt like “forever.”

He was stacking towers and I was stacking hope—hoping they saw what I saw:
his smile,
his bravery,
his need to just be a kid.

Part of being a (foster) mom is walking your child into moments you’d never choose.
Sitting them in front of a stranger.
Watching them get handed questions no child should ever have to consider—let alone answer out loud.

“Who feels like family?”
“Where do you feel most safe?”
“What do you call her?”
“Where do you want to spend your forever?”

I whisper mama prayers in my heart—
God, be his peace.
God, be his voice.
God, let him feel your nearness.

I hold my breath and hold his hand.
Because while I’m holding him, He’s holding me.
And I remember that in a room full of professionals making judgments, He is the only true Judge.

And in a world where children are asked to choose between two broken options,
He is the One who offers wholeness.

It’s not a court hearing. It’s a child’s life.
It’s not a placement plan. It’s his story.

Thank God—He’s still writing it. And He’s the kind of Author who writes stories of redemption.