He Speaks In Dreams
When we first decided to pursue fostering, I read a lot of articles and blogs about it. We knew, without really knowing, what we could encounter. All the scary words and situations that any given child could bring with them, along with a trash bag of their items. [[Side note..if you want to help with that, since no child should have to carry their limited belongings in a trash bag, or not have anything at all..this is an amazing organization 💙Together We Rise 💙]]
When our Kansas fostering journey came to an abrupt halt, before it ever really started, a new little dream, one I would have never even thought of myself, started to form. I’ve always wanted to do something that really helped people. I’ve worked at jobs where it wasn’t much more than minimum wage and have watched people struggle and I’ve worked for billionaires and have seen more money and spending than I’ll ever know. The sum of all those experiences has refined this current dream.
By dream, I mean figuratively and literally, and now I’m not sure which came first. The problem is that I wouldn’t even know where to start, how to go about it, what I need..for just a dream it’s kind of overwhelming.
I imagine a place with lots of room (and rooms) for foster kids, current and aged/aging out. Somewhere where we can provide a safe and loving place for them to learn skills, get help transitioning to adulthood and all the stuff that goes with it and be able to take a breath without the anxiety of having to worry about what’s next.
Where foster parents can come with their family for rest, relaxation, venting, a break and whatever else they might need at the moment. Where bio parents, who are trying to reunify, can come and spend time with their kids, receive help, counseling, job assistance or what ever they may need to be able to parent successfully.
Seeing that all typed out, the dream and picture I’ve had in my head, seems so...lofty and ideal and immediately I could hear the negative voice telling me everything wrong with it, that I’m too idealistic, it would only happen in a perfect world..plus we haven’t even fostered yet so I have no idea what I’d be getting into.
But this dream is persistent. And maybe it won’t look at all like what I imagine once rules, regulations, laws and money are involved.
But just like promises, I believe that God puts dreams on our hearts for a reason. So I’ll leave the negative right here on this page and continue to trust that while something of this magnitude is too much for me, it’s not for Him and all things work together for good 💕
