
My heart is breaking into what feels like a million tiny pieces, I can’t hold back my tears.
Amidst the pain, the song, “It is Well” echos in my mind.
Especially this part;
“When peace, like a river, attendeth my way,
When sorrows like sea billows roll;
Whatever my lot, Thou hast taught me to say,
It is well, it is well with my soul.”
Sorrows like sea billows are rolling… We found out last Wednesday that there was a chance that our sweet foster son, whom we have cared for since birth, would be moved to an extended family member’s house. When we first found out, I was so sooo sad, and didn’t believe that it would really happen. I thought that surely we could stop the move from happening. Sadly, despite our tireless efforts, the move is still happening. Our boy will be picked up tomorrow morning at 11am and moved to a family that he doesn’t know.
I absolutely don’t agree with this move. The baby is so attached to us, thriving here, is able to have a relationship with his sister and other biological family, but I believe that everything happens for a reason. As badly as I want to control this situation, I know that God is 100% in control. At this point, all that I can do is pray.
So I pray for our baby; for his safety – that he would be adequately protected physically and emotionally, for his spirit – that he would not feel abandoned but know that he is loved by so many, for his salvation – that he would come to have a relationship with the Lord at the youngest age possible, for the family that he is moving in with – that they would be sensitive to his needs and willing to reach out for help if the baby is struggling, for his biological parents – that they would come to know the Lord and fully recover, and that some day we would be reunited in some way with our sweet boy.
I feel like we are walking through the hardest part of foster care. The fear of loving and losing is the reason that people are afraid to be foster parents. But I can honestly tell you, that every moment of being able to love this little boy and be his Mama was fully worth all of the hurt that I am now experiencing. We were able to take in a fragile, innocent, newborn baby who had no where else to go and give him a safe place to belong. We have loved this precious baby like our own, and will continue to love him, as he carries a piece of our hearts with him forever. Foster care is messy, inconvenient, and can be painful, but I can’t imagine having not done it; it is one of the best things I have ever done.
Sweet baby, you were my first boy. My first baby that I got to bring home from the hospital. My first baby that I stayed up all night with. My first child that I had to bottle feed every meal. I was the first person (and only for a while) that you smiled at. I was the first person who made you laugh. You are the first baby who has covered me in spit up from head to toe. You rolled over for the first time with us. We fed you your first solid foods. You have been with me nearly every moment since you were born. These last five months have flown by. You have come to work with me, to pick up and drop off the girls, to church, to the beach, to visit Daddy at work, to doctors appointments, birthday parties, bible study, restaurants, friend’s houses, and various other places. My life will be so different without you; our family will miss you deeply. But we are here, we are always here, for whatever or whenever you need us. I will love you forever.
We are so grateful for our huge supportive community! So many of you have already rallied around us in this painful time, I don’t know what we did to get so lucky to have you in our lives. Please keep our family in your prayers as we go through this time of transition.
I am sure that just as quickly as this baby leaves, Child and Family Services will be calling us trying to place another; our county is desperate for foster parents! At this point, we don’t have much of a plan going forward, we are open to wherever God leads. The only plan that we have right now is for Joe and I to take a quick vacation (kid-less!) and decompress as one season of our lives comes to a close (Joe graduating school and this foster placement coming to an end) and a new season begins.
xoxxox
Leeanne



















