Now is probably not the best time to ask me to write about the joys and wonders of fostering. I just spent the last fifteen minutes or so trying to get a two year old to understand that screaming and crying are not optimum communication styles. She is not convinced. In fact, she is quite demonstrably adamant that she has it right and I have it wrong.
So, fostering can be hard. In some ways, it is harder than rearing your own children. One has to keep in mind that they really belong with another family, their own family. That there is a reason these children are making noise and messes in your home – because something went very wrong in theirs. Sometimes, it is just hard dealing with that fact.
Children in foster care have, to a large extent, been a forgotten part of our communities. The need is so great, and yet, Jesus said, “Whatever you did for one of the least of these, You did for me.” God placed a longing in my heart several years ago to be a safe haven for those children in crisis and need.
When asked why our family chose to foster, I often think about what would have happened to my children if tragedy had struck us. Sort of the “there, but by the grace of God, go I,” perspective. If my family, my children, had been in need, there is nothing I would want more than for my children to be clothed, fed and cherished in a warm, loving Christian home. So, my heart is drawn to love these children because they need it and because they are made in the image of God. They are precious in His sight and He delights in them, but not in their suffering. Because a thousand reasons. Partly because, if we don’t, then who will? – Merek Rowe