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Several years ago, I felt that I was being called to be a foster parent, but my husband, Sam, was not on board at all. People representing the foster care system would come to our church year after year and set up booths to recruit foster parents. I looked on with great interest, but Sam would tell them before we even got to church please do not go over there and sign up.
Truth is, now that I reflect back, it was all in God’s perfect timing. It wasn’t until we went on a mission trip to the Philippines that Sam’s heart began to soften. A particular experience led Sam to wonder if being foster parents was something we were actually supposed to do.
While in the Philippines in November 2012, we went to an orphanage where two little boys stole Sam’s heart. It just so happened one was named Sam and the other Mark, which also just so happens to be Sam’s brother’s name. That trip and that experience sparked many discussions. Suddenly, we weren’t talking about IF we should be foster parents, but instead had conversations about WHEN we should get licensed and with whom.
On December 31st, just a month or so after our trip, we were at church for our New Year’s Eve Service. That is when we felt God speak to us directly. He told us we needed to become foster parents right away and without delay. We both felt God telling us that He had someone specifically for us to raise up for the kingdom.
So, January came and we started researching different foster care agencies and found the one we felt was right for us. We started our class the very next month and were officially licensed foster parents in May.
We were so excited and anxious to see who God had chosen for us! A few weeks after becoming foster parents, we were asked to take in two little boys. With a lot of back and forth planning and talking with our agency, having those brothers didn’t work out. They were placed somewhere else. Being faithful to God’s direction, we said, “Okay God. They were not supposed to be with us.” And again, we waited with anticipation.
In June, I received a text from my good friend who had told me about her friend’s sister who was pregnant, a heroin addict, and due to give birth in July. She told me that the baby needed a home. Sam and I were very reluctant to take in a heroin baby. At this point, we had never even been parents, and adding an addiction to our newness to the job was nerve racking. We prayed diligently about this journey, met with the birth mother and grandmother, and really felt like she should be ours. We agreed to take her in. Almost every day we went to the hospital to be with her, prayed over her, and loved on her. We saw her go through so much withdrawal and pain, but felt so grateful to be alongside her. We were in love with this little girl. We couldn’t wait to take her home.
Sadly for us, after 6 weeks of going up to the hospital and praying, loving her, being there every step of the way, the family had a change of heart. Sam and I had never experienced such sadness and difficulty. We cried, we were angry, and ultimately, we sought out our God, asking for understanding as to why He did not want us to have her. However, one thing I know about my is that He tests us. I believe we passed that test.
Sam and I had no idea that on September 19th, our little boy was being born! On November 24th we received an email, stating there was this little boy in the hospital that was going to be released soon and desperately needed a loving home. He had been in the hospital for quite some time detoxing from drugs, but he was doing well. Sam and I looked at each other and immediately knew this was it! On December 6th, we took home the sweetest, most handsome little boy we could ever ask for.
Today, Daniel is 13 months and thriving. We are completely in love with our little guy, and thank God daily for such an amazing gift. God is so good! We felt him urging us to be foster parents in December. Daniel was born in September. That’s 9 months. I love God’s timing and how He works!