New-ish Foster Mama Thoughts

She’s been with our family for 90 days now, and it’s surreal to be her family in this season. Caring for her every need 24/7, loving her, crying over her, hearing her call me “mama” (even as she has a mom who loves her, too), and constantly praying over her—it’s a humbling, heart-wrenching, and beautiful experience all at once. She is the MOST beautiful, precious gift to this world.

My heart aches in ways I’ve never known before. It’s not fair. I think of and pray for her mother every single day—she must miss her so much. I’m still learning how to process all of this and walk through it with grace, but the truth is, it’s rocked me to my core.

When people say “congratulations,” I know it comes from love, but this isn’t a “congratulations” kind of thing. When they say, “I could never do that,” I want to respond, “Believe me, I still don’t know how I’m doing this.” I live in the constant tension of the unknown—her future, our family’s future—but it’s a tension worth standing in.

The bigger question is: how does SHE do this? How do any of these kids navigate this?

This journey has felt like stepping into the depths of God’s heartbeat—a spiritual realm I’ve never experienced before. These kids are His creation, left as vulnerable children in a broken system through no fault of their own.

Right now, I’m learning to be present in today and trust Jesus with ALL things. Will you join me in praying? Pray over her, her siblings, her family—and ours. 💗