I got a phone call today from someone I love dearly asking if I would say yes to opening up our home to foster a tiny newborn. Our house is a disaster with our kitchen reno, I have no clue what work would look like, but we said yes and got to work cleaning and preparing a room after freaking out a little bit. A couple hours later I got a call saying we wouldn’t be having any new house guests after all.
In the last couple months we have been asked to say yes to another baby coming into our home twice. Today was the second time. Neither ended up happening, both were completely different, but man… talk about a whirlwind of emotions.
Foster care is so insane. I feel emotionally drained and just so sad because of the brokenness. Come soon Jesus. ♥️