Love is a feeling. Love is a choice. Love in both forms is found in foster care.

We grieve as those whose grief has purpose. Those whose grief has affected souls and lives and changed histories. We grieve with the joy of relationship and calling and gain. We grieve with hope.

Mama, remember your child—in all of their emotions and needs, history and complexity. And if, in the remembering, like me, you’re overwhelmed by weight of it, aware of how little you can do to “fix it,” unsure what they need...just hold them in your arms and hug ‘em through it.

It’s a flat out lie that God won’t give you more than you can handle. I’m living proof and, well, He never says that anywhere in His Word.

The “what about my kids” question is important, though, because it must be answered. We have to wrestle and conclude—not that foster care is “worth it” despite the effects on our forever kids—but that, ultimately, we trust God for our forever kids.

The thing my kids need the very most is the thing I’m least able to provide. They need to be saved. I can trick myself into thinking I can manufacture these other, smaller changes. But I’m well aware that I can’t change my kids’ hearts, can’t transform their lives, can’t redeem their souls.

I’m not sure what kind of mom I am. But, before and above everything else, I know I’m a forgiven mom.

And I felt it. That I don’t need to try to muster the strength to carry them all through this. That—actually—together, as a family, we’ll carry each other.

Nothing has made me feel weaker than this foster mom life. But I've found great strength in embracing weakness. I'm as strong as a (foster) mother.

I can now accept the reality of a “successful” ending to his placement in our family. One that ended in reunification. One that ended in my own heartbreak. One that’s evolved, eventually, into a family (theirs) healed and a heart (mine) healed.

We love our children hard, and we are doing our very best. If you have questions, ask. If you’re confused, spend some time & learn. If you’re concerned, pray & love & be there for us. Our children need you, we need you.

When we relinquish control, it’s not to a broken system, not to a flawed decision maker. We relinquish control to God.

If something is worth it—if the people involved are worth it, the God we serve is worth it—then we face it straight on and speak in faith and surrender.

Foster care is about family. It’s about welcoming a child into your family. It’s about—in one way or another—welcoming another family into your family.

Not everyone is called to be a foster parent. Not everyone’s supposed to adopt. But there may be some who—if they spent more time leaning into the small and quiet “calls”—would realize there’s a calling.

When did we start believing that being for one means being against the other? I reject the either and the or. I choose both.

I believe that part of this job is fostering the whole family, and I’m committed to doing it, even when it’s hard.

Sometimes I can’t handle the hour long meltdowns or the what’s-even-going-on-here trauma behaviors. So I hold it together and say the right things and make everyone alright. And then I hit my breaking point.

It has to be the reasoning I hear most often from would-be foster parents: “I could never do that. I would get too attached.” Well, that makes two of us. Attachment is the whole point of this, after all.