Category: Marriage

When Suffering Binds instead of Tears-How We Tell Our Story Part 2

February 22, 2019February 22, 2019 ~ pursuedby ~ 2 Comments

When Josh talks about this time, he tells me he truly wondered if his wife would ever return to him—but more so, would she ever return to God? He knew he couldn’t force or change anything for me, and he knew God was dealing with me. His only job was to love me. It was a very sacrificial love those couple of years.

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His favorite place to be for a Saturday morning soccer game. #belovedbygod823 . . . #adoption #fostercare #family #bettertogether

These two, right here, life giving. I’ll be honest, seems EVERYONE says it’s a must to join a #fostercare support group...I never have, and when I’ve tried, they’ve been—not great. But discovering @fosterlovela meeting @mrsfu and hanging with her sorting donated clothing, convinced me to try their “Foster Moms Night Out” last March. And that’s where I met Nai, @newport6 and we just instantly clicked. These two encourage me so much, even though we hardly ever get to spend time together, these are my people. We’d be total best friends if we lived down the street from each other, but we are scattered all over Los Angeles, and that’s ok. They are a gift to me and I loved being able to share a bit of encouragement at this past Fridays “Foster + Adoptive Moms Night Out.” We hung out, had a sweet charcuterie board, got our nails done, chatted and visited some more. If your looking for some real life friends in this fostering community, give @fosterlovela a follow and watch for their next event, it’s a unique community thanks to the leadership of Dominique and Lesley. ❤️

I sat in the office and burst into tears as the neurologist confirmed what I had been suspicious of. I was there, having waited two months for the appointment, because my mom gut told me something more was going on. But—but, I was really hoping she would tell me I was being overly cautious. Instead the words coming out of her mouth confirmed what I didn’t want for our #mightyty It wasn’t his fault, damage had been done too him and now he was the one that would suffer, however minor or acute, for the rest of his life. As I held him close and had the overwhelming urge to run away and hide him away in safety forever, I was thankful he was with us right now. That for now, we are doing what’s needed and best for him, that we have been given this gift of holding him close, of assuring him how loved and worthy he is no matter what differing needs he may have. And it’s clear this is the gospel. Not me, but Jesus. He runs after and pursues the brokenness in us. He heals and helps and draws near, not to the seemingly perfect or pretending to be whole, but the ones in need. So we foster because we can pursue and chase after the broken, the hurt, the ones no one thinks can change or be loved, because I was and am the broken who was chased after. Now I’m healed and healing—now I know Gods nearness. And when fostering breaks parts of our hearts again with goodbyes, we will expect and experience the nearness and pursuit of our good God, we will experience the gospel all over again. #thisisfostercare #fostercare #gospeltruth #redeemingfostercare

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