The Last Day of National Foster Care Awareness Month

When we came to our current church, many people welcomed us in a variety of ways that helped us replant. Our realtor, played a huge role in finding us a house in a crazy market, with little time while we were in Arizona and she was in Hawaii. And as pivotal as she was in our move, so was another, who organized a group to paint away our peach walls. Someone else rekeyed our doors. In fact, he did such a good job that we could not break into our own home when we accidentally locked ourselves out months later. A prayer team faithfully prayed for us and our transition for a year. Finally, many signed up to bring meals to strangers and did it again with the unexpected arrival of our now youngest son. 

I don’t know how we could have managed without the village that surrounded us. We were invited us into homes and friend groups. Brought meals and baby gifts, and were introduced to Ted Lasso, that provided comic relief in the midst of the chaos of uprooting our family's life and resettling here. Thank you.

When I think about Foster Care, I imagine it in the same way. We have some that will be called to foster children. Thank you. We have others that will wrap around those families with meals, coffee, prayer, house cleaning, and whatever is needed to support. Thank you. We have others that will advocate in courtrooms, schools, and DCFS offices. We have others that will listen over coffee or beer or in therapy offices. Thank you. We have others that will welcome strangers to our campus, change toilet paper rolls,  and set up rooms. Thank you. We have others that will provide babysitting and serve in children’s and youth ministry, and coach sports teams. Thank you. 

In foster care, “We're not all called to do the same thing, but we are all capable of doing something.” (Jason Johnson).

But isn’t that how the body of Christ is supposed to look?