Our first foster baby came with about 18 hours notice; it was respite care, which means we had him for a few days while his regular foster family had a break/dealt with a family emergency. He stayed 3 nights, long enough to come to church and have a dozen people cooing over his little sleeping cheeks. With each new visitor to our quiet corner, I explained again that he would be going back to his foster family the next day. Barely a week later, we got a 9am phone call with a fostering request and by the same afternoon, we were snuggling her. This time, we had her for 4 days before church came around. Again, our community was keen to see the little one we had in tow. Again, the question, "How long will she stay?" And this time, "Are you going to adopt her?" Trying out the carrier... -- Here in Toronto, when a child is placed in foster care, it is always for an indefinite length of time. It depends on the parents' situation, and whether they are able to ...
I hope my brain still works, when I am sixty-four. :D
ReplyDeleteI'd like to be active in ministry and missions, gentle, vibrant and wise, like the older folk I know and admire, when I am sixty-four. :)
ReplyDeletei really hope i'm not wearing diapers.
ReplyDeleteI hope I'll still be living an abundant and active risk-taking life with God when I'm sixty-four.
ReplyDeleteI hope people will think, "wow, she's incredibly wise for being only fifty," when I'm sixty-four.
ReplyDeletePS: I realize we don't know each other. I'm one of "Kendra from Portland"'s housemates. She shared your blog with us, because, as she said, if you lived here we would totally be friends. So, in an effort to not be a creepy-stalker-blog-reader I am introducing myself. It's nice to officially meet you Beth!
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I hope people think more about Jesus than they do about me after meeting me...
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